Xing Lin let out a low roar, 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 and swung it vigorously, and countless fragments of sword light met Xing Laoer's fist.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The black Yin-type internal 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 instantly hit Qiao.
Zhao Long rushed towards him.
Compared with Yi Xifeng, whose figure paused slightly and whose eyes glowed red, the figure of the young man in a 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 young man's "Dragon Eyes".
A little ripple.
"How is that possible!" Obviously Xing Lin was even more stunned by such a result. If Yi Xifeng's natural immunity to divine soul attacks can be explained by the natural strength of the divine soul, this is already a one-in-a-million chance. However, he encountered two people on the same day.
A person with a naturally powerful soul would not be believed even if Xing Laoer 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 Lao Er in front of him and said calmly: "Broken Jade Green Lotus!"
I saw the fragments of sword light that were originally surrounding turned into streams of light and headed straight towards the Xinglin. The burly man also recovered from the shock just now and felt the strong internal pressure around him. He did not dare to stay any longer.
hand.
The violent inner fists surrounded 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, and the sword lights like petals bloomed on the dark fist.
Like flowers!
There was a dense roar, and Xing Lin's figure fell from the mid-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 sleeve, quietly and silently.
Re-condensed into two straight swords, they are the double blades of Qinglian.
Zhao Longyou's blue eyes stared at his opponent who was squatting on the ground, his face serious.
"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 slowly stood up, 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.
"We in the Xingwu Hall have indeed practiced a kind of magic skill. It can be regarded as a magic skill for the time being. Unfortunately, it is a fragment. The old man named it the Jue of Life-Sustaining Heaven! The old man used to be a salesman, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. The name was considered to be a waste of time.
” 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 exercises you practice?"
Zhao Long pondered for a moment and said: "Water dragon chants!"
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 originally clear eyes of the burly man 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 able to block the opponent's punch.
Down.
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 the internal energy around Xing Lin. Although the fluctuation of internal energy was higher than that of the average warrior at the level of the Knight, but other
The internal energy rushing around invisibly damaged his physical body.
It seems that this person did not steadily improve his realm, but rashly used some unorthodox methods to reach the level of the chivalrous person. If so, he can give it a try. Zhao Long thought to himself, and the double green lotus thorns in his hands
It turned into petal-like blades and swept towards the Xinglin.
Xing Lin had seen the young man in a bamboo hat attack with a petal blade before, so he didn't dare to take it seriously. 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 crushing 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 and hard to repair. Where is the evil after a hero's sword? One lotus is broken. One part is spirit, two parts is past.
A drop of running water. Looking back and sighing, it is not a funeral flower, but a drop of tears of a hero."
Less than one foot!
Zhao Long suddenly opened his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes, "Water Dragon Yin! Green Lotus and Hundred Flowers Burial!"
Along 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 illusive and real.
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.