Just when Ling Hao was about to transfer his spiritual consciousness into his body to check Zi Ling's injury, an almost substantial wave of air hit him.
The person who took action was none other than the old man from the Shengyou clan who had reached the fifth level of enlightenment.
Although he was injured just now, he has recovered his strength now and can still activate the combat power of the early stage of enlightenment by attacking with all his strength.
Because Ling Hao was concerned about Zi Ling's comfort, he reacted half a beat too slowly. After sensing the crisis, he ducked aside.
However, even though he responded immediately, he was still blown away by the air wave a distance of four to five hundred meters.
After hitting the ground, he rolled over several times before stopping, with blood pouring out of his mouth.
"Boy, go to hell!"
Just before Ling Hao stood up from the ground, the old man launched another powerful attack.
Goo!
At this moment, Bai Ling screamed, opened his mouth and blew out a wave of air to block the opponent's attack.
Its previous opponent, who was at the third level of Enlightenment, was sent to meet the Lord of Hell after fighting it for twenty or thirty rounds.
After a fierce battle, it also had a lot of injuries on its body. When it was about to adjust its breath, it saw Ling Hao's condition, so it quickly flew over.
"Huh?" The old man with fifth-level enlightenment turned to look at Bai Ling and frowned.
Bai Ling didn't pause at all, and continued to spray out more than a dozen air waves roaring out.
"Fuck me!" the old man roared angrily, raising his hand and smashing out several marks.
Bang!
The offensives of both sides exploded with a bang, and the air waves shook at extremely high speeds. Bai Ling immediately retreated three to four hundred meters, with a lot of blood pouring out of his mouth.
After the previous fierce battles, its combat power has dropped to the late stage of enlightenment, so it is difficult to compete with the opponents in the early stage of enlightenment.
The fifth-grade old man smashed the white feather away and ignored it. He turned around and rushed towards Ling Hao.
However, just as he turned around, a strong aura of death enveloped him, and a beam of thunder sword light expanded rapidly in his pupils.
The old man had no time to dodge, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
laugh!
The sword flashed past, an arm flew out, and blood spurted out.
"Hmm..." The old man grunted and flew hundreds of meters away.
Bang!
The man was in mid-air when he was once again thrown away by a wave of air ejected by Bai Ling. His already injured body was even worse.
After flying eight to nine hundred meters, he barely managed to stabilize his body, and his breath was extremely weak.
What made him even more desperate was that before he could even take a breath, a blood-red sword flashed in front of him.
Then, it flashed past his neck.
puff!
After the sword flashed, a head rose into the sky, and blood spurted out like a pillar.
"Bai Ling, take these two pills, and then go down and take a rest!" Ling Hao then flicked his fingers and sent the two healing pills to Bai Ling.
Goo!
Bai Ling screamed, swallowed two pills, and then landed on the ground.
So far in the battle, it has indeed reached the end of its strength, and its combat power is not even 50%.
