Boom, boom, boom... His heart beat, and the sound sounded like thunder in his ears. The hot dragon's blood flowed crazily in his blood vessels, rushing like a flood.
Buzz, snap, crackle, blue-purple arcs flashed on the surface of Han Yi's body and spread all over his body.
"The blood of Kui Long, the power of blood, inspires."
Han Yi's pupils instantly turned golden, the flying spiritual weapon appeared behind him, and the dragon wings spread out. All the muscles on his body bulged high, and terrifying power shuttled between the muscles, like a whale swinging its tail, and his slow movements could
Stir up huge waves.
"What is this?" Ming Hua also saw Han Yi's changes, but he did not recognize what secret method Han Yi used.
He just recognized the dragon wings behind Han Yi, and the aura emanating from them belonged to a spiritual weapon.
"Flying spiritual weapons are wing-shaped flying spiritual weapons. They are several times rarer than ordinary flying spiritual weapons." Ming Hua's eyes shone, "Hahaha, boy, I can't wait to kill you."
"If you want to kill me, then go ahead."
Han Yi felt the huge power flowing in his body, and his face was filled with excitement. He was finally able to withstand the power of Kui Long's bloodline. Although this was the first level, it was already a huge change for him.
"Humph, this elder will help you."
As Ming Hua spoke, his figure suddenly disappeared into the distant air, and the next moment he appeared directly in front of Han Yi. He raised his hand and waved, and dozens of black light beams shot at Han Yi's body.
"break."
Han Yi punched several times violently, and the wind from his fists condensed into strong energy and shot out, colliding with the black spiritual light beam and smashing into one piece.
"Such a strong physical power." Elder Minghua said in surprise, but his expression was disdainful, "The physical power, no matter how strong the physical body is, will only be destroyed in front of the Spirit Emperor Stage monks."
"Spiritual Emperor Body." He roared, and his whole body was wrapped in thick black fog. The thick fog quickly penetrated into his body, and purple-black lines emerged on his body, exuding evil spirits.
of light.
"Let me see, how does your physical body compare with the Spirit Emperor's body?"
Elder Minghua actually rushed towards Han Yi and punched him. Han Yi sneered and punched him.
Bang, the two fists collided with a terrifying loud noise, causing invisible ripples in the air, like water waves spreading in the air.
The two figures shot backwards, and the next moment they pounced on each other again, bombarding each other with punches. The older Han Yi got, the more surprised he became. He didn't expect that the Spirit Emperor's body was so abnormal. Not only could he be intimate with the power of heaven and earth, but he also possessed such terrifying power.
His strength and defense are probably not inferior to his current physical body.
Ming Hua used Li Wencai to barely raise his strength to the Spirit Emperor stage. Strictly speaking, his Spirit Emperor body is not the real Spirit Emperor body, otherwise he would have killed Han Yi to ashes with one punch. The real Spirit Emperor body
With the imperial body, one punch brings not only the huge physical power, but also the powerful power of heaven and earth.
The Spirit Emperor monks can communicate with heaven and earth. This is an ability given to them by their realm. The Spirit Emperor's body is shaped by the spiritual source of heaven and earth. Each of the spirit patterns engraved on their bodies is extremely mysterious and contains their spiritual secrets of cultivation.
The most profound mystery.
But even with the pseudo-spiritual emperor body, he is no longer afraid of Han Yi's 10 million kilograms of physical strength.
"Damn it, are all Spirit Emperor monks so perverted?" Han Yi cursed secretly in his heart.
"The power of the Spirit Emperor's body is indeed very abnormal, but being abnormal does not mean that the Spirit Emperor's body has no weaknesses." Zhao Tianji's voice rang out.
"Is there any weakness in the Spirit Emperor's body?"
"Of course, there is no absolutely powerful thing in this world. The biggest weakness of the Spirit Emperor Body is that their operation consumes the monk's own spiritual power. Although the Spirit Emperor Body has a strong ability to replenish its own losses, every punch he throws is actually
All that is consumed is your own spiritual power. Do you think that one
Is it a simple matter to punch ten million kilograms of force?" Zhao Tianji said lightly, "This guy is really smart enough to compete with you. With his pseudo-spiritual emperor body, the speed of replenishing the loss is definitely
It’s extremely slow, and it won’t take long for him to be consumed by you.”
After hearing Zhao Tianji's explanation, a smile appeared on Han Yi's lips. In this case, let's see who has stronger endurance.
The dragon wings on his back flapped faster, and Han Yi and Elder Minghua struck at each other faster, fists clashing.
boom......
boom......
boom......
A quarter of an hour later, Han Yi could clearly feel that the power in Elder Minghua's fist had weakened a lot, and the figure he shot backwards after each collision had been pushed further away by Han Yi.
Ming Hua had naturally discovered this problem, but Han Yi pressed forward step by step. He had no other choice. His face was extremely gloomy, and the spiritual power in his body was consumed at a terrifying speed. He punched ten million pounds with one punch.
The power consumed each time is an astronomical figure.
"Since you like hand-to-hand combat, I'll kill you with one punch."
He made up his mind, and his spiritual power began to circulate faster, and the purple-black spiritual patterns on his body shone brightly. He suddenly rushed towards Han Yi, and Han Yi also rushed towards him.
"Thunderstorm."
Han Yi punched out, and countless arm-thick blue-purple arcs of electricity surged around his body. Those arcs converged on his arms, turning into electric snakes and rushing towards Minghua.
"Well come, Death sighs and perishes."
Ming Hua also punched out, and the spiritual patterns on his right arm burst out with intense light, and almost all the spiritual light was concentrated on his right arm.
Boom, the fists collided, and the blue-purple thunder snake collided with the purple-black mist. The blue-purple electric arc was actually annihilated by the purple-black mist. Han Yi was directly blasted into the sky by Minghua's punch, and his body was like a cannonball.
Shoot towards the mountain.
Han Yi's entire body was embedded in the mountain, blasting out a large hole of tens of meters, and huge rocks buried him.
"Damn it, I was tricked by this old boy." Han Yi cursed secretly in the pile of boulders. The power of Ming Hua's punch just now was nearly three million kilograms stronger than Han Yi's. "This should be what he did."
It’s the limit of what can explode.”
Han Yi punched away the boulder pile, flew out of the big hole, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The punch also caused him minor injuries and some damage to his internal organs, but it was not a big problem for him.
"You're not dead yet." Ming Hua was a little horrified, "I didn't expect your physical defense to be so strong."
"The Spirit Emperor's body isn't that good either."
Han Yi sneered. He moved his body and prepared to rush forward to fight Ming Hua, but Ming Hua didn't seem to want to continue to struggle with him.
"Scythe of Death, kill him."
Ming Hua directly used the top secret technique that everyone of the Demon Sect's assassins practiced. The speed at which he formed the seals could be described as terrifying. Han Yi did not even see the movements of his hands clearly before he completed the seals.
Thick black fog rose from his body, condensing into a shadow of death, holding a huge scythe in his hand.