boom!
In the tenth corridor, two figures punched each other and then quickly retreated.
On one side was a young man in a white robe. He was thin and sickly pale, looking extremely frail.
But the breath it erupted was extremely terrifying, and the vibrating air rumbled. This person is a truly powerful spiritual cultivator!
The young man took three steps back and looked to the other side in surprise.
On the other side was a young man in black robe with bronze skin, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, and whose muscles were like those of a horned dragon.
The young man scraped the ground with his soles before retreating tens of meters, leaving two ravines on the ground. Then he stepped forward, stepped back dozens of steps, and finally stopped.
Just as he stopped, the boy's face flushed, and a mouthful of blood gushes out from the corner of his pursed mouth.
"You're only at the sixth level of Ning Ling, but you can actually take a punch from me. You're pretty good." Seeing the blood on the corner of the young man's mouth, the young man in white robe felt relieved. He waved his sleeves and said calmly.
"Ha." The young man opposite chuckled, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "The realm of cultivating gods is nothing!"
"What did you say?!" The young man in white robe looked a little gloomy. He stomped and the ground beneath his feet shattered. He said coldly with stern eyes.
"I said..." The boy opposite didn't care about the young man's reaction at all. He leisurely took out a two-meter-long battle ax from the storage ring and stood it on the ground.
The young man then continued: "You are nothing more than that!"
"You are looking for death!" After hearing the young man's words, the white-robed young man's expression became more and more gloomy, his figure trembled slightly, he crossed countless distances in one breath, came to the young man, and waved his claws down.
"Humph!" The young man smiled coldly, and the cold, violent and rich evil spirit rolled out of his body and filled his whole body.
"What?" Seeing that evil aura, the young man was also a little shocked. His claws fell faster, and at the same time he said in a cold voice: "How many people have you killed!"
"What does it have to do with you!" The young man sneered, raised the battle ax in his hand, and blocked the young man's claws.
clang.
The bright sound of gold and iron handing over resounded in all directions, and the young man was knocked back again.
But this time, the young man only took two steps back, then stabilized his figure and stepped forward again.
The young man also took a step back, his expression even darker. Looking at the charging young man, the young man twisted his lips into a cruel smile.
A dazzling light burst out from the young man's palm, and he shot it angrily. The palm movement was like a wave, continuous and continuous. They surged up layer by layer, causing ripples to vibrate in the void.
"Try my Shocking Wave Palm!" The young man shouted coldly, and struck the young man with a palm at high speed.
On the opposite side, the young man also smiled coldly, and streams of black gas wrapped around the tomahawk, making the tomahawk look hazy and strange.
"Fierce demon fighting spirit!"
Following the young man's cold shout, the ax and the palm were instantly intertwined.
Immediately, there was only a "bang", and a violent explosion broke out at the junction, and the terrifying power forced both of them back.
"It took a while." After taking a few steps back, the young man stabilized his posture, looked at the young man opposite, and praised.
For a moment? ! After hearing the young man's words, the young man's face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.
He was a great cultivator, but he was actually forced to retreat by a junior who was at the sixth level of Condensing Spirit, and was even said to be "a little bit off"!
"Presumptuous!" The young man roared angrily and asked angrily: "You are just a Ningling spirit, how do you have the right to evaluate a cultivator like this!"
"Based on your strength, it's too bad!" Opposite, the young man smiled softly and said jokingly.
"Hahaha..." After hearing the young man's words, the young man laughed angrily and said coldly: "Since I broke through to become a god, this is the first time that I, Mr. Lin Quan, have been so despised by a junior Ningling spirit! How do you want to die?"
"If you want to kill me, you can't do it yet." The young man said, standing his battle ax aside, braced his horse, inhaled, and slowly raised his fist to his waist.
Suddenly, an extremely cold aura erupted from the young man's body, and streams of terrifying demonic energy gathered on his right fist.
Within a few breaths, a skull gathered on his right fist. As the demonic energy trembled, it seemed as if a ghost was crying and howling like a wolf was coming from the skeleton.
"You don't even need weapons!" Jun Linquan was even more annoyed when he saw the young man's actions.
Killing intent surged in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "If you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
After saying that, Jun Linquan stretched out his hands and made a few empty strokes in front of him. Ripples appeared in front of him, rippling slowly like water waves.
Jun Linquan rowed in vain while retreating. Gradually, a strange river appeared in front of him.
As he moved his hands slowly, the river twisted and made a gurgling sound.
After taking several steps back, Jun Linquan stopped. Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly shook and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The blood mixed into the previous river, actually dyeing the river red.
At this time, Jun Linquan continued to take out seals one after another, and they were printed on the river in front of him.
The river began to gradually twist and deform, turning into a three-meter-long blood-red war spear.
The war spear carried an extremely strong aura and trembled slightly, causing ripples to appear in the void.
"Boy, this is the fourth-level combat skill of my Jun family: Breaking the Waves. You are honored to die under this move!"
"Oh, really?" The young man raised his head, glanced at Jun Linquan nonchalantly, and slowly raised his right fist filled with endless demonic energy.
While he raised his fist, the skull's mouth kept opening and closing, as if it couldn't wait to devour the living beings, making a "wuwu" sound.
"I would like to know whether your Jingtao Breaking Waves is more powerful, or the War Demon Destroying Immortal Fist I use to activate the Demonic War Qi is stronger." The young man smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he slowly unleashed a punch that could destroy all things. Hand it out.
"Then you go die!" Jun Linquan shouted coldly, and with a thought, the long blood-red hair pierced the air, turned into a streak of blood, and struck the boy opposite.
"Ha." The demonic boy opposite smiled again and said indifferently: "If you die from this punch, remember to tell the King of Hell that the person who killed you is named Yinglang!"
After saying that, Yinglang shook his fist, and the skull the size of a basketball roared and flew out.
"Ouch!" After being freed from Ying Lang's control, the skull roared excitedly, and it was good at facing the wind. It turned into half a human size and flew towards the incoming blood-colored spear.
Bang!
A violent explosion sounded in the corridor, and a black ball of light rose slowly, trembling slightly, and even the air was shaken away.
A small black sun seemed to appear between the two of them, which was strange and shocking.
But it is not right to say that it is a small black sun, because the inside of the light group actually blooms with infinite blood, giving everything a layer of strange color.
"It can't be destroyed directly, that spear!" Ying Lang scratched his head in disappointment, not satisfied with the power of the Demon-Destroying Immortal Fist.
Immediately, he sighed slightly and jumped back very quickly. Looking at the light group, he said helplessly: "Xiu Shen is indeed difficult to deal with."
