After missing a single hit, Ling Haoran drove the white tiger and continued to attack Zhang Yao.
The roar of the tiger is like thunder, the claws of the white tiger, the storm of tiger claws, the golden tiger blade, the tail of the white tiger... all kinds of powerful white tiger killing spiritual arts come like a rainstorm.
While Zhang Yao was dodging, he suddenly thought of a countermeasure.
Although White Tiger Spiritual Technique is powerful, it also consumes a lot of spiritual energy.
Although Ling Haoran is a third-grade peak monk with abundant spiritual lakes and powerful spiritual power, the spiritual power in his dantian cannot be infinite!
Ling Haoran couldn't always use the White Tiger Spiritual Technique, there would always be a time when he would be exhausted.
Zhang Yao has the gift of redemption. As long as his spiritual value is high enough, his energy and blood can be said to be inexhaustible.
Another missed hit made Ling Haoran angry in his heart. He snorted coldly and sneered: "Why did you become a clown? He can only jump up and down!"
"Kong has powerful spiritual skills, but he can't hit anyone, yet he still has the nerve to speak! If I were you, I would hide in a black hole and never come out again to embarrass myself!" Zhang Yao sneered.
After hearing this, Ling Haoran was unable to fight back, and his face turned blue and white.
"Seeking death! White Tiger's Claw, kill!" Ling Haoran's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the spiritual white tiger roared angrily, the heaven and earth shook, and strong winds sprang up.
The white tiger twisted its body and trampled on the strong wind with its four claws. As fast as lightning, it suddenly arrived in front of Zhang Yao. The tiger's eyes glared at Zhang Yao, and the tiger claws raised high struck down, tearing the void and killing Zhang Yao.
"You are the one seeking death!" Zhang Yao said coldly.
The white tiger came to attack, but Zhang Yao was no longer dodging.
Blindly dodging could not quickly consume Ling Haoran's spiritual power.
"Petrified!" Zhang Yao muttered silently in his heart, entering the fully petrified state, his skin was as black as ink, shimmering with a dark metallic luster.
The white tiger's claw fell, and Zhang Yao fired out a seal fist.
Compared with the huge white tiger's claws, the third-level seal fist seemed much smaller. But at this time, the seal fist was like a black stream of light, unparalleled in strength, rising against the sky.
The fists and claws collided with a sound like thunder, and the terrifying energy aftermath turned into a circle of physical ripples and spread out.
The ground under his feet was like tofu. Zhang Yao's stature dwarfed and his legs were submerged in the ground. But other than that, Zhang Yao was unscathed.
On the other hand, White Tiger, a spiritual master, was seriously injured. One of Bai Hu's front paws was blown apart by Zhang Yao's punch. But White Tiger was a spiritual master and knew no pain at all.
"This person's physical strength is probably beyond our expectations!" Ye Chengfeng, Xie Jinyang, Chen Hongyu, Li Zhangyun, Yu Qiushui, Yuntingqian, Lu Bingze, the corners of their eyes twitched. Ling Haoran has a golden spiritual root and a white tiger spiritual skill with five elements.
It belongs to metal, and when the two are combined, the power is doubled!
However, Zhang Yao used his physical strength to defeat one of the tiger claws of White Tiger Spiritual Technique without any damage!
White Tiger's spiritual technique was defeated by a tiger claw, and he staggered backwards. Ling Haoran snorted coldly, and the cyclone in his dantian reversed, sucking out the spiritual power of Linghu Lake.
Golden spiritual power surged out, and the White Tiger's spiritual skills instantly returned to their full form. With his four claws on the ground, the White Tiger stabilized his body and swept out his tail like a steel whip.
The tiger's tail was extremely fast, and it rushed in front of Zhang Yao in an instant, as if it was about to cut Zhang Yao in half.
Zhang Yao's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he reached forward to grab it with both hands. The tiger's tail, which was sweeping high, stopped immediately and was firmly grasped by Zhang Yao's hands.
"rise!"
With energy and blood pouring into his arms, Zhang Yao lifted and swung his luck, throwing the white tiger up high, and then smashed it to the other side.
boom!
The white tiger suddenly fell to the ground, Zhang Yao pulled the tiger's tail again, lifted and swung it with strength, and then threw the white tiger high and smashed it to its original position.
boom!
The white tiger is a spiritual art and knows no pain, but Ling Haoran is in the spiritual white tiger. The white tiger fell to the ground, and although it did not collapse, Ling Haoran who was inside was shaken to pieces.
Boom boom boom!
Zhang Yao grabbed the white tiger by its tail and kept beating the tiger left and right.
Ling Haoran felt dizzy and dizzy, and it was difficult to escape for a while.
After falling hard several times, Ling Haoran adapted slightly and regained some consciousness. Ling Haoran felt a chill in his heart. If the situation continued like this, if the White Tiger Spiritual Technique did not break down, he might be knocked unconscious first. He was fighting with Zhang Yao. Once he fainted, he could imagine what would happen.
You know what the consequences will be.
Break!
Spiritual skills are controlled by the heart. As soon as he woke up, Ling Haoran thought of a way to escape from being thrown hard. Ling Haoran made a prompt decision and directly caused the white tiger's tail to collapse on its own.
The tail of the white tiger held in Zhang Yao's hand turned into many fluorescent lights and dissipated in the wind.
After the White Tiger's Tail collapsed, it regrouped and got rid of the shackles of Zhang Yao's hands.
"I've only seen geckos cut off their tails to escape, but I didn't expect white tigers to cut off their tails to escape. I really learned a lot today!" said Zhang Yao.
Ling Haoran's face rose, he paused for a moment, looked at Zhang Yao, and responded: "In battle, adapt to changes!"
Just at this sight, Ling Haoran's expression changed drastically. Zhang Yao was nowhere to be seen where he was!
Zhang Yao ridiculed Ling Haoran just to distract Ling Haoran. When Ling Haoran paused for a moment, Zhang Yao had already stepped forward to bully the white tiger.
In an instant, Zhang Yao came to Bai Hu.
The spiritual white tiger has a huge body, with a head as big as a room and legs as thick as pillars. Zhang Yao jumped up, stepped on the back of the white tiger's claws, and then rushed up the white tiger's body along the white tiger's front legs.
Zhang Yao's body was like lightning. By the time Ling Haoran reacted, Zhang Yao was already on top of the white tiger's head and directly above Ling Haoran.
Ling Haoran controlled the white tiger and tried to hold its head with both claws, but Zhang Yao had already taken action first, squatting down and punching the white tiger's head.
Boom!
From where the fist struck, a huge wave of spiritual power rose up, spread out, and swept across Bai Hu's entire body.
The white tiger was shaken so hard that it couldn't use its four claws. It collapsed and fell to the ground.
If Ling Haoran and the spiritual white tiger were separated, they would not be affected by this blow. But Ling Haoran was inside the spiritual white tiger's head, and right below the impact point of Zhang Yao's fist. The ferocious power surged through the spiritual white tiger's head.
Ling Haoran.
Although Ling Haoran is a third-grade peak monk, his physical strength is not as good as Zhang Yao. Even though Zhang Yao's punch did not really hit Ling Haoran, but was transmitted to Ling Haoran through the spiritual white tiger head, Ling Haoran still couldn't bear the terrible blow.
Boxing power.
His internal organs were injured by the shock, and Ling Haoran opened his mouth in shock, and a stream of blood spurted out.
The blood spurted out by Ling Haoran was suspended in the head of the spiritual white tiger. It looked like the spiritual white tiger had been punched and suffered intracranial bleeding.
Boom boom boom...
After one punch was effective, Zhang Yao would not stop and kept punching. He tried his best with every punch, regardless of the consumption of energy and blood.
Since his energy and blood were not enough, Zhang Yao used his talent of exchange to exchange his spiritual value for energy and blood.
The blood mass inside Lingshu White Tiger's head was getting bigger and bigger, all of which was the blood spit out by Ling Haoran from his injury.
If this continues, Ling Haoran will vomit blood and die even if he is not shocked to death.
The spiritual white tiger was paralyzed by the force of the punch and was unable to fight back. If the spiritual white tiger were removed at this time, Zhang Yao would be able to capture Ling Haoran alive in an instant.
The powerful White Tiger Spiritual Art has now become a cage imprisoning Ling Haoran.
Ling Haoran had no solution, so he could only ask for help from the other seven people, shouting: "Seven people help me, let's kill this person together!"
Although Ye Chengfeng, Xie Jinyang, Chen Hongyu, Li Zhangyun, Yu Qiushui, Yuntingqian, and Lu Bingze heard Ling Haoran's request for help, they were indifferent.
The reason they took action before was because if they didn't take action, Ling Haoran would definitely fall into the black hole. But at this time, Ling Haoran was obviously not in despair yet.
It makes no sense to take action at this time.
Seeing that the seven people were indifferent, Ling Haoran understood in his heart that he was not in a desperate situation yet. If there was no benefit, the seven people would not be able to save people together like before.
After a slight pause, Ling Haoran gritted his teeth and said: "You all help me kill this son together, and then I will withdraw from the fight for the Immortal Emperor's portrait!"
Ye Chengfeng, Xie Jinyang, Chen Hongyu, Li Zhangyun, Yu Qiushui, Yuntingqian, Lu Bingze, the seven people's eyes lit up, and it made sense to take action at this time.
I just didn’t expect that Ling Haoran would give up fighting for the Immortal Emperor’s portrait in order to kill Zhang Yao!
This shows that Ling Haoran probably hates Zhang Yao deeply.
"Mo Yao, suffer death!"
"How dare a casual cultivator act so recklessly here!"
"Only seed monks are eligible to enter this wasteland. Anyone else who sets foot in this wilderness can only atone for their sins by dying!"
"A mere first-grade monk, let the eight major seed monks join forces to kill him. Mo Yao, even if you are buried here today, you are proud enough!"
Ye Chengfeng, Xie Jinyang, Chen Hongyu, Li Zhangyun, Yu Qiushui, Yuntingqian, and Lu Bingze all said one after another.
After the words fell, the seven people remained motionless, and they all unleashed their spiritual skills to kill Zhang Yao on the white tiger's head.
In the eyes of the seven people, each person burst out with a spiritual technique, which was enough to kill Zhang Yao and rescue Ling Haoran.
Whoosh whoosh... Seven dazzling and powerful spiritual arts descended from the sky.
Zhang Yao didn't even raise his head and continued to punch Bai Hu on the head.
Just when the seven spiritual arts were about to hit Zhang Yao, Zhang Yao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and his figure flashed, leaving only an afterimage of the punch in place.
Boom boom boom...
Seven powerful spiritual arts came suddenly, penetrated the residual image left by Zhang Yao, and landed on the white tiger's head.
The movement was so loud and powerful that it was like seven thunderbolts exploding on the spot.
The seven people saw how powerful Zhang Yao was. At this time, in order to kill Zhang Yao, everyone used all their strength to attack. The spiritual skills of each of them were almost as strong as Ling Haoran's White Tiger Spiritual Skill.
As a result, the seven spiritual arts did not hit Zhang Yao, but instead all fell on Ling Haoran's White Tiger Spiritual Arts.
In an instant, half of the head of the spiritual white tiger was lost. If Ling Haoran hadn't moved to the other side of the white tiger's head at the critical moment, he would have withstood the attacks of seven people with his body.
But even so, the aftermath energy of the seven attacks is extremely terrifying.
puff!
Ling Haoran spat out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful was almost as much as the sum of all the blood he spat out when he was bombarded by Zhang Yao's fist.
This shows how powerful the seven people's spiritual attacks were and how much damage Ling Haoran suffered.
Ling Haoran glared at Ye Chengfeng and others, and said coldly: "Do you want to kill him? Or are you taking the opportunity to kill me?"
"This person is cunning and deliberately uses our attack to hurt Brother Ling!" Seven people said.
Being manipulated by Zhang Yao, the seven people couldn't keep their faces at ease, with murderous intent surging in their eyes.
Being far apart, the spiritual attack could not hit Zhang Yao, but might be used by Zhang Yao to injure Ling Haoran.
Ye Chengfeng, Xie Jinyang, Chen Hongyu, Li Zhangyun, Yu Qiushui, Yuntingqian, and Lu Bingze spread out their bodies and joined the battlefield one after another.