Chapter 108 Qinglian fights Hades
"Netherworld Fantasy Demon Fist!"
Xing Lin roared, and a red and black fist came straight towards Zhao Long.
The young man in a bamboo hat, surrounded by fragments of sword light, held the handle of the bladeless knife in his hand. With a vigorous swing, countless fragments of sword light met Xing Laoer's fist.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The black Yin-type inner energy was quickly chopped into pieces by the swarming sword light. However, a wisp of red fist shadow passed by the bright sword light and hit him instantly. Zhao Long rushed towards him.
Compared with Yi Xifeng, whose figure paused slightly and whose eyes glowed red, the figure of the boy in the bamboo hat didn't even pause. The Phantom Fist attack that went straight towards the soul was unable to turn over under the gaze of the boy's "dragon eyes". A little ripple.
"How is that possible!" Obviously Xing Lin was even more stunned by this result. If Yi Xifeng's natural immunity to the attacks of the soul can be explained by the natural strength of the soul, this is already a one-in-a-million chance. However, on the same day, I met two people with naturally powerful souls, and Xing Laoer wouldn't believe them even if they beat him to death.
Before the burly man could react, Zhao Long's dazzling sword light had already arrived in front of Xing Lin. The young man's blue eyes looked directly at Xing Laoer in front of him and said calmly: "Broken Jade Green Lotus!"
I saw the fragments of sword light that were originally surrounding him turned into streams of light and headed straight for Xinglin. The burly man also came to his senses from the shock just now. Feeling the pressure from the powerful internal force around him, he did not dare to hold back any longer.
The violent internal energy fist enveloped the man. Facing the stream of light, he punched quickly, bringing up afterimages, like Hades from the Nine Netherworld!
When the sword lights hit the dark fist, they exploded one after another. It was not shattered by the opponent's strong internal energy, but the sword lights exploded spontaneously. Pieces of sword lights like petals bloomed on the dark fist. Like flowers!
There was a dense roar, and Xing Lin's figure fell from the air like a kite with its string broken. Zhao Long raised his hand and made a move, and the fragments of the already dimmed sword light were quickly gathered into the young man's sleeves, and silently re-condensed into two straight swords, which were the double blades of Qinglian.
Zhao Longyou's blue eyes stared at his opponent who was squatting on the ground, his face solemn.
"What a surprise!" Xing Laoer spit out a mouthful of blood and looked down at the torn clothes on his body.
"Demons?" Zhao Long asked in a deep voice. The boy in the bamboo hat had already felt the hidden evil energy in the fists released by Xing Lin. Coupled with the red light mixed in the fists of the burly man before, he had a vague guess in his heart.
The burly man stood up slowly, stared at Zhao Long not far away, and asked slowly: "I can answer your questions, but you also have to tell me what I want to know."
The young man looked at each other noncommittally and said nothing.
"Our Xingwu Hall has indeed practiced a kind of magic skill. It can be regarded as a magic skill for the time being. Unfortunately, it is only a fragment. The old man named it "Liu Ming Xuan Tian Jue"! The old man used to be a salesman, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. The name is also considered to be a thorn in the stomach. ” At this point, Xing Lin smacked his lips, as if thinking of words, and then said: “It’s just robbing other people’s lives to continue his own talent!”
Zhao Long murmured: "Is this kind of behavior recognized and accepted by people in the world of Yunxi County?"
Xing Lin smiled happily and said: "Of course you can't take people's lives openly. The old man relies on escorts, and the five of us brothers kill people and do things for them."
Having said this, Xing Laoer continued: "Okay, can you tell me what skills you practice?"
Zhao Long pondered for a moment and said: "Water Dragon Yin!"
Xing Laoer smiled and said indifferently: "Well, okay, the internal energy in my body has almost recovered by now, then you can go and die!"
After saying that, Xing Lin's figure disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, when Zhao Long appeared next to him, he saw that the burly man's originally clear eyes had turned into pitch black. He looked three-quarters like a human and seven-quarters like a ghost!
The boy in the bamboo hat hurriedly raised his two swords to block.
"Bang!" Zhao Long was thrown away by a punch. The huge force coming from Qinglian's double blades made the young man almost unable to hold the handle of the knife.
The reason why demons are called demons is because after practicing magic and reaching the level of chivalrous warriors, warriors can use "Enchanting Demons". This is also the main reason why demons are generally stronger than chivalrous people.
After being possessed, the demons' strength in all aspects will be significantly improved. Of course, the disadvantage is that every time it is used, it will cause huge damage to the soul. In the long run, warriors who frequently use the devil will really become possessed and go crazy, and even cause the internal energy in the body to reverse course and explode. The body dies!
Looking at Xing Lin's exposed skin, it gradually became dark and shiny, and the whites in his eyes disappeared. Zhao Long endured the swelling pain in his arms and slashed continuously with both blades in his hands, barely blocking the opponent's punches.
Li Xintian behind him quickly reminded: "Attack his left shoulder, Xifeng stabbed him before!"
The blue light in Zhao Long's eyes grew stronger, and the scenery in the young man's eyes also became different. He clearly noticed the instability of Xing Lin's internal energy. Although the fluctuation of internal energy was higher than that of ordinary warriors at the level of the knight, but other The internal energy rushing around invisibly damaged his physical body.
It seems that this person is not a person who has steadily improved his level, but has rashly used some side methods to increase his level to the level of the chivalrous person. If so, you can give it a try. Zhao Long thought to himself, and the double green lotus thorns in his hands turned into petal-like blades, sweeping towards Xinglin.
Xing Lin had seen the young man in a bamboo hat attack with petals and swords before, so he didn't dare to take advantage of it. He immediately leaned forward and charged up his fists, preparing to take down the opponent in one fell swoop.
Black eyes were full of killing and cruelty. Although Xing Lin had been suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart, he still left no room for action.
"Four-armed Hades!" Xing Laoer roared in a hissing voice. The sword light that had surrounded the burly man was instantly shattered by the fists. Xing Laoer came straight towards Zhao Long like a destructive chariot.
The fist is facing me, less than three feet!
The young man did not look at the enemy who was approaching step by step. He closed his eyes and muttered silently: "I don't hate the green lotus flying away, I hate the motherland, the blood is red. Where is the evil spirit after the hero's sword passes? One lotus is broken. One third is the spirit, the other two is the past. A drop of running water. Looking back and sighing, it is not a burial flower, but a drop of heroic tears."
Less than one foot!
Zhao Long suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous intent flashed through his eyes, "Water Dragon Yin! Green Lotus and Hundred Flowers Burial!"
With the bright green light flashing on the broken sword light, a blade composed of countless broken lights rose from the ground under Xing Laoer's feet, submerging Xing Lin's figure in the green sword light.
There is a unique poem here, praising:
Green light flies into the night, and the underworld is as illusive as reality.
Scattered like broken lotus leaves, swallowing up evil spirits.
The stream of light drives away the phantom, and Pluto has four arms.
In the white lotus burial, there is a little heroic soul!
Looking at the "green pillars" rising from the ground, Li Xintian breathed a long sigh of relief. As expected, Zhao Long's strength was still so terrifying. The scattered green blade fragments were like fireflies in the forest at night, gradually lighting up the surrounding areas. A scene swallowed by darkness.
