After two rounds, the combat power dropped by 20 to 30%.
Bai Ling didn't intend to stop there, so he flapped his wings and rushed out again. The old man on the other side didn't fight it this time, and dodged and rushed back.
"Take action, let me see what you have to rely on to think that you will be my opponent!" At the same time, Ruan Lian saw Ling Hao speak in a deep voice.
While speaking, he stood still on the spot, then raised his hand and pressed it in Ling Hao's direction.
call!
The next moment, an invisible heavy pressure came down on Ling Hao's head, and Ling Hao immediately felt that he was struggling.
Without too much hesitation, he activated his bloodline power and slashed out with the mad knife in his hand.
Fantasy Sword Jue!
boom!
There was a deafening sound, the sword light instantly turned invisible, and the pressure in mid-air also disappeared.
Under the impact of the air wave, Ling Hao swept backwards for a distance of three to four hundred meters, and the blood surging in his heart almost spurted out.
Now, on the premise of stimulating the power of his bloodline, his cultivation level can be improved to the eighth level of Poxu.
Although Ruan Lian is in the Tianxuan space and his combat power has declined, he can at least mobilize the combat power of the eighth-level ancestor realm.
Therefore, if Ling Hao only relied on the Magic Sword Art, he would obviously not be able to compete.
The Magic Sword Jue has long been unable to jump across a large realm to defend the enemy!
"Huh?" Seeing that Ling Hao was able to neutralize his attack so easily, Ruan Lian couldn't help but said in surprise: "It turns out that he is quite capable, no wonder he dares to say such arrogant words!"
After finishing speaking, he flashed towards Ling Hao: "Take another move from me!"
As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and took out a long spear of unknown material from the ring. It was all black.
As the spear appeared, a strong ancient aura swept over it, it was obviously an extraordinary thing.
laugh!
Then, with a flick of Ruan Lian's wrist, an offensive shot towards Ling Hao.
Wherever it passed, the void instantly split open like a broken bamboo, and it flashed toward Ling Hao at a very fast speed, with the intention of tearing Ling Hao in half.
A seemingly random shot contains monstrous momentum, which is more powerful than those large-scale offensives.
After sensing the power of the opponent's move, Ling Hao's pupils shrank for a while. He knew that it would be difficult for him to take it, so he hurriedly rushed back.
However, the speed of the opponent's attack was no less than his teleportation speed.
call!
Just when the offensive was about to catch up with Ling Hao, a purple figure sprang out from Ling Hao's body and headed straight towards the offensive. It was Zi Ling.
boom!
A loud noise was heard, and the offensive exploded. Zi Ling was shot backwards for a distance of seven to eight hundred meters at the same time, and the aura on his body was extremely disordered.
In one move, the injury was severe.
"Huh?!" Ruan Lian was stunned again.
He felt like he wanted to explode. How many things did Ling Hao still have in his body?
"Zi Ling, how are you?" At the same time, Ling Hao Yukong came to Zi Ling.
"It's okay!" Zi Ling responded after a slight pause.
"I'll deal with him, you go and take a rest inside the Nine Dragon Cauldron!" Ling Hao roughly checked up on Zi Ling's situation.
"Okay!" Zi Ling responded.
"Brother Ling Hao, be careful. If you are really defeated, I will ask the guy in white to come out and help you!"
"If he refuses to help, I will go to the Kowloon space again and ask the dragon from last time to come out and help you!"
After saying that, he ducked into Ling Hao's body.
Ling Hao: "..."
I feel like Zi Ling has been a little drifting lately!
