Langxiao's training method is mainly based on essence and supplemented by body training. He has only been around for a short time, and he lacks experience in actual combat with outsiders.
In the Netherworld Cult, when competing with fellow disciples, they often rely on their strong physiques to fight their opponents in close combat. When they are almost exhausted, they finally burst out with powerful energy and easily win.
Therefore, he has always been very satisfied with the results of his body training. When he met Ling Han, who did not use essence, Lang Xiao wanted to win through pure physical combat to reflect the true nature of a man!
However, Ling Han's body was so powerful that Lang Xiao felt a deep sense of frustration.
He fought against a strange young man whose strength was unknown, and was always deflated and his face was bruised and swollen. Especially in front of the beautiful ghost girl, Langxiao didn't want to lose face. His face was red and hot.
So he no longer had a head-to-head confrontation with Ling Han, changed his strategy, gave up pure physical combat, and began to show his true strength. After all, he was a spiritual master at the peak of the Ze realm, not just a physical practitioner!
The peak state of the Ze Realm mobilized the majestic power of mountains and rivers, swirling around the cave and blowing towards Ling Han like a sudden wind.
The gray-brown essence formed a strong protective film on the surface of the body, fighting with Ling Han. This time Langxiao chose a roaming style, retreating with one blow, and attacking from the side with essence from a long distance.
After thirty rounds, Ling Han still didn't release a trace of essence. Lang Xiao gradually realized that Ling Han's cultivation method was special and different from his own, so he exclaimed with doubts: "Essence and Blood Cultivation" By?"
The corners of Ling Han's mouth curled up slightly, his reaction was really slow, it took him so long to understand.
In fact, it's not Lang Xiao's fault. There are not many essence and blood cultivators, and Lang Xiao has a lot of insights into the art of physical cultivation. When he meets someone who is also a strong physical cultivator, it is natural to compete with him.
Langxiao quickly recovered from the shadow of defeat and murmured: "It turns out that he is a rare essence-blood cultivator in the mainland, so what, you won't be so lucky next!"
The corners of Ling Han's lips curled up slightly, and he responded calmly: "You know that my fist is strong, but you still dare to fight?"
"Hmph, rat! I'll let you see what I can do, Netherworld Blade!"
Lang Xiao seemed to have regained his confidence. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gathered some strength, and condensed two one-foot-long gray-brown short blades of energy from his palms, stabbing Ling Han alternately one after the other.
The short gray-brown essence blade was extremely sharp, turning flexibly like a weapon in his hand. This was the first time for Ling Han to see this kind of spiritual skill, so he had to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
Lang Xiao's strength is very strong. Although there is still a gap between him and Jin Yuanjia, the great disciple of Jinling Sect, he must not be underestimated. He is especially good at close combat, which is different from other spiritual masters!
The moment he was at a disadvantage, he drew a circle with his skilled Heavenly Demon Fist on his chest, opening and closing it suddenly. The soft force burst out of the fist and directly shattered both blades, and then the fierce fist blasted him with the strong wind. .
Lang Xiao was taken aback by Ling Han's sudden outburst. He did three backflips in a row to avoid the fist, and kept a safe distance from Ling Han.
Instead of being angry, he smiled and shouted: "What a blood essence cultivator, he is really domineering! This martial art can actually produce a mysterious punch that can shatter my Netherworld Blade!"
When Lang Ao saw the fighting situation here, he was a little surprised by Ling Han's moves, and urged anxiously: "Quickly fight and decide quickly!"
"If I could capture you and refine you into an iron puppet, it would be a perfect masterpiece!" Lang Xiao had a sneer on his lips, and with strong fighting spirit, he simply moved his neck and wrist and attacked again.
"Oh, naive!"
Ling Han was very interested in the Xuanhuang Mud Seal, so he might as well finish the battle as soon as possible, so he activated the Heavenly Demon Legs and fired the Heavenly Demon Fists one after another.
The Nether Blade condensed by Lang Xiao this time was more than three times larger than before, and its hardness and sharpness were strengthened several times. Ling Han's full blow could not shake it!
"Tremble, I am your nemesis!" Langxiao had the upper hand, feeling a little proud.
The Demon Fist has dual strength. Facing Langxiao's attack, it can only be resisted with the soft force. If you use the fierce force, you will be injured by the Netherworld Blade.
The power of the gentle fist could not break through the Netherworld Blade, so the power of the Demonic Fist was greatly reduced. It seemed that this magical skill was just enough to restrain him, and Ling Han was suddenly at a disadvantage and was passive everywhere.
"His spiritual skills are difficult to deal with, and half of his feet have already stepped into the ground. Be careful when dealing with him!" Mei Ruyu used her free time to remind Ling Han.
Langxiao is particularly good at close combat. He is physically stronger than spiritual masters of the same realm, and with his special spiritual skills, he is really difficult to deal with.
The Nether Blade formed by this kind of spiritual skill has a strong corrosiveness, and seems to be specially designed to restrain the physical fighting of essence and blood cultivators.
Ling Han didn't wear Xuanming Black Armor, nor did he use the Sky Demon Sword. It shouldn't be difficult to deal with a ghost master who was also at the peak of Ze Realm. At the same time, he took this opportunity to test his true combat power without the help of external objects.
It has been some time since the essence and blood reached the peak of the Ze Realm. Even the spirit has reached the perfection of the True Realm. There is still no sign of breakthrough and it needs stimulation.
In the blink of an eye, there were fifty rounds of fighting, and the battle situation turned again. Lang Xiao suppressed Ling Han forcefully, and Ling Han could only rely on the burst of the demon's legs to wander around, waiting for opportunities to act.
If you fight hard with the power of essence and blood, you may not be able to crush the Nether Blade to defeat the enemy, but killing one thousand enemies and damaging yourself eight hundred is definitely not a good idea in this unknown and complex environment.
I still have to reserve my strength to grab the Xuanhuang Mud Seal.
After thinking for a while, Ling Han came up with a perfect plan.
"Try this trick?"
Worth a try!
"The Devil's Fist! The Devil's Fist is angry!"
One big martial skill and one big spiritual skill. What effect will there be if the two are superimposed?
This is Ling Han's first attempt. If successful, it will be a big advantage!
On the basis of the Heavenly Demon Fist, Demon Fist Wrath is used. The Demon Fist Wrath and the soft fist power of the Heavenly Demon Fist are intertwined and blasted out...
The gentle power penetrated the Nether Blade and tore open a tiny gap. At this moment, following this flaw, the violent demonic fist blasted past like a torrent. The Nether Blade was overwhelmed by the weight and was shattered in an instant.
The soft fist power of Tianmo Fist is the release of the power of essence and blood, which is completely different from essence and energy, and there is no conflict between the two.
Lang Xiao's eyes widened, and he couldn't even figure out what was going on. His body was like a kite with its string broken, falling with a bunch of blood flowers...
The powerful penetrating power of the soft fist of the Demon Fist is perfectly combined with the violent bombardment of the Demon Fist's anger. Who can withstand this!
It's simply cheating.
Langxiao fell to the ground, vomiting blood. Looking back at what had just happened, he saw that it was clearly a close combat, and the battle was in full swing. The first second he couldn't understand it, but he could understand the wonderful power of the fist, which was able to break a gap in the Netherworld Blade. .
The next second he couldn't understand or understand. Ling Han unexpectedly released a powerful spiritual skill without any warning, and it was instantaneous...
Lang Xiao's face was as pale as gold paper, and he collapsed against the wall with blood stains on the corners of his mouth. There was a bright red blood mark on his chest. He was dying and extremely weak.
Under normal circumstances, with his strength, he would never be seriously injured when receiving a Demon Fist Fury. However, Ling Han's explosion was too sudden and caught him off guard.
Ling Han's attack did not end here. After the soft punch of the Demon Fist was blasted out, another hard and fierce punch was already on the string and had to be fired, so after the release of the Demon Fist's anger, he blasted past.
The power of the two punches of Tianmo Fist are interdependent, one punch after another, softness is followed by hardness, hardness is followed by softness, both come together!
Lang Ao saw that Lang Xiao was suddenly defeated and Ling Han came with a strong attack. It was difficult for Lang Ao to resist the punch due to Lang Xiao's condition, so he simply gave up on being as beautiful as jade and rushed straight towards Ling Han.
"Bang!"
After receiving the force of Ling Han's punch, Lang Ao covered his chest and retreated to Lang Xiao. His face was full of astonishment. This guy was so strong!
After performing a combination of martial arts and spiritual skills, Ling Han landed gracefully on the ground with a somersault and stared down at the two of them.
"This guy is so powerful!"
Mei Ruyu was stunned by this scene. She had always thought that Ling Han was just an essence and blood cultivator, but she didn't expect that he actually hid his strength and was a terrifying demon spiritual master!
That jet-black fist seal made Langxiao unforgettable. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and uttered three words in disbelief.
"Demons!"
Upon hearing these three words, Lang Ao's face instantly turned pale.
You must know that the spirits of human, demon and ghost masters have different colors.
The human race has five colors: gold, green, blue, red, and yellow, which correspond to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. There are also some special colors such as white and purple. In short, it is colorful.
The spiritual skills released by the human race are very gorgeous, while the ghosts are all gray and brown, and the demons are all black!
As for the demon clan, spirit clan, and fairy clan, they all have unique temperaments, and they can be easily distinguished as soon as they take action.
"Why do the demon clan members get involved in the ghost clan's family affairs?!" Lang Ao vaguely saw Ling Han's black spiritual skills and glared at the beauty as jade.
Mei Ruyu didn't answer. She moved a few steps to block the entrance and told him directly with her actions that she would not let the two of them leave!
"Exposed for the first time, killed and silenced?"
Very satisfied with his own strength, Ling Han glanced at the two of them playfully, then turned to Mei Ruyu and raised his eyebrows.
Mei Ruyu's expression was a little complicated. She hurriedly missed Ling Han's gaze and did not dare to look at him.
The corners of Ling Han's mouth raised slightly, and he strode towards Langxiao and the others. Stopping three feet away from them, he raised his arms majestically, bent his elbows and clenched his fists. A mass of black energy quickly compressed and gathered, locking it firmly. Two people.
Lang Ao helped Lang Xiao up unhurriedly, stood sideways in front of him, stared at Ling Han's prepared death fist, and said coldly: "Demon, very good!"
"Everyone who has seen the wrath of the Demon Fist has been smashed to pieces. You are lucky to be the next one!"
Ling Han was so glorious for a moment that he even got a little carried away. He talked more and looked down arrogantly on the two strong young men of the Netherworld Cult.
Mei Ruyu remained silent and watched all this silently. The young master of the ghost clan was about to fall under the fist of the young demon clan. Are the demon clan really so powerful!
Hum, the Netherworld Cult deserves their punishment, death is their best destination!
However, this guy probably won't kill me. The ghost realm and the demons are still cooperating.
