Just like a flash of lightning, Leng Wuxiang carried Lu Yu on his back and came to Han Qi in an instant.
Leng Wuxiang did not draw his sword, but used his hand as a sword, trying to knock Han Qi unconscious.
This place is the imperial garrison pass, and it is impossible for him, Leng Wuxiang, to really kill here!
"Haha, good time!"
When Han Qi saw that Leng Wuxiang actually dared to step forward, he was not angry but happy, and suddenly let out a long roar from his mouth.
Suddenly, an astonishing amount of energy and blood burst out from his armor!
He is actually a body-refining monk!
Countless qi and blood are rising, like the scorching sun, burning everything in the world!
"Qi is the sky, blood is the earth, the melting pot of all things, the world is destroyed..." Han Qi recited an ancient scripture in his mouth, and his palms turned red, as if they had been burned by fire.
He moved in the direction of Leng Wuxiang and slapped him hard with one palm.
When this palm was struck, there was a faint roar of tigers, leopards and jackals, and a strong smell of burning charcoal almost filled the surrounding space.
boom!
When this palm is struck, it seems to have a mighty force!
Leng Wuxiang was caught off guard. He was struck by this palm and felt a numbness all over his body. His heart began to beat violently, as if it would burst into pieces in the next moment. Severe pain also emitted from the meridians throughout his body.
Seeing this, Leng Wuxiang snorted coldly, summoned his long knife, and fought with Han Qi!
The two sides fought for hundreds of rounds, and Leng Wuxiang's own sword intent was astonishing and unstoppable. Unexpectedly, Han Qi's armor was very extraordinary. No matter what kind of ferocious sword intent fell on the armor, it would be weakened by six to seven points.
When the power finally fell on Han Qi, it was really insignificant.
"High-level psychic armor!" Leng Wuxiang suddenly felt a sudden increase in pressure on himself.
He himself used secret techniques to forcibly improve his strength. At this time, the effect of the secret techniques was rapidly weakening. The backlash of the secret techniques and the injuries to his body made his movements slower and slower. In the end, he was unable to keep up with Han Qi.
boxing skills!
"A little demon cultivator who comes from nowhere dares to act rampant in front of this general. He is simply seeking death!"
Han Qi laughed wildly and punched one after another. Each punch made a deep depression in the space. His momentum was amazing!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
As soon as this punch fell, Leng Wuxiang immediately showed his defeat, switching from the original attack to defense.
"If I hadn't been seriously injured, I could have beaten you so hard that your mother wouldn't even recognize you!" Leng Wuxiang's heart almost exploded with rage.
Although Han Qi in front of him is in the Xuanxian realm, he is just the kind of monk who has just broken through to the Xuanxian realm.
If he were in his peak state, such a young monk could be killed with just one sword, and was not worth mentioning at all.
But now, the tiger was bullied by the dog. In countless confrontations, Han Qi always targeted his limbs to attack, but avoided his vital points. It seemed that he wanted to tease him alive and not want him to die early.
"Blood-refined sword!"
Leng Wuxiang drew his knife sharply and slashed at Han Qi's neck.
Although Han Qi's boxing skills were strong enough, when the moves were executed, they were open and close, lacking any defense for himself.
Leng Wuxiang also found this point accurately, and stabbed Han Qi's vital point with a knife, trying to subdue Han Qi with one move.