Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 85 Confronting Zhao Ling (4)

"Who cares about his battle spirit?" Zhao Ling gritted his teeth, the power of divine will wrapped around his whole body, and he fought with Qin Luo, colliding fiercely, the sound of bang bang bang resounded endlessly, and the sound of sonic boom resounded, which made people feel astonished The terrifying wind and violent air waves swept and raged continuously.

Qin Yan was sitting paralyzed against a big tree, his face was pale, his whole body was exhausted, and he looked listless, but a crimson brilliance flowed from his spine, and a crimson sword was looming inside.

Looking at the two intersecting and colliding figures, he secretly clicked his tongue. The constantly sweeping air waves and fierce wind let him know that he had no ability to intervene in it.

"Pervert." He shook his head with a wry smile, two words slowly came out of his dry throat, his jaws were split open and he supported the ground with all his strength, and he moved his body backwards. Even just such a move, he felt very difficult, his body I felt weak and had no strength at all, and there were bursts of tingling pain in my meridians.

Although the power of Rising Dragon Slash is strong, he has not yet fully controlled it, and with his current strength, it is too reluctant to use it, and the aura in his soul sea will be emptied with one blow. If it is a person, it must be a disaster. , completely at the mercy of others.

However, although the aura was exhausted, the power of Rising Dragon Slash did not disappoint him. It was able to break through the defense of the half-step concentration powerhouse, and even injured him.

He never thought of seriously injuring Zhao Ling with one blow, that's unrealistic, after all, the gap between the two is too big, and he's not that perverted Qin Luo, so it's pretty good to be able to do this.

"You can't leave your life to others to control."

He murmured softly, slowly closed his eyes, and the phantom of the fire dragon behind him manifested, spread his wings and groaned, attracting the aura of heaven and earth to gather, and the red spine sprinkled pieces of red light rain, blending into his flesh and bones, limbs and bones, The sluggish breath gradually recovered.

Qin Luo and Zhao Ling were fighting fiercely, and no one paid any attention to Qin Yan. They roared and fought together, fists and palms exchanged, sword lights flashed, dragon shadows soared into the air, the momentum was huge, and there was a violent shock wave burst out between the collisions, sweeping across the mountains and forests, Endless dead leaves were shredded, towering ancient trees shook violently, and traces were torn on the ground.

With a collision, the figures of the two shot backwards. Qin Luo stepped on the trunk of the big tree behind him, and the soles of his feet sank half a foot deep. His whole body was boiling with strength and his breath was violent.

Under the disheveled long hair, strange blood-colored dragon patterns loomed on his face, his eyes were blood red, and a terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged.

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhao Ling who was staring at him coldly, and sighed inwardly, he was still a little short of half a step away from the state of concentration, but if he cultivated to the peak of the soul sea realm If he fights Zhao Ling again, he should not be defeated.

Zhao Ling's face was gloomy. He never thought that Qin Luo would have such fighting power. He actually fought him for dozens of rounds. Seriously injured, and the more he fought, the more brave he became, and the stronger he became, he felt like he was being used by Qin Luo to practice.

However, this also completely aroused his murderous intent. This son is too threatening, and he must not stay, otherwise there will be endless troubles. Thinking of Qin Luo's growth rate during this period, he is shivering all over.

The power of divine will surrounds the whole body, and the aura is extremely sharp and terrifying. Under his control, he transformed into a set of black armor. With a light grip of his hand, the black air condensed into a sword. He stepped on the ground and killed Qin Luo again. The murderous intent is awe-inspiring.

Qin Luo's eyes flickered slightly. It seemed that Zhao Ling was completely enraged and was about to use all his strength. His face was solemn, and the sea of ​​soul in his body was shaking, and surges of surging power gushed out, roaring out like a long river.

The palm of the hand is empty, the vast spiritual energy is surging, continuously compressed and condensed, and a bloody halberd is slowly condensed. The tip of the blade is sharp, overflowing with a gloomy cold light, and the sharpness is compelling. The barrel of the gun is covered with dense dragon scales.

"The weight is a bit off." Qin Luo frowned slightly, as if a little dissatisfied. Looking at Zhao Ling who was approaching, he swung the dragon-scale war halberd with one hand and stabbed away. Overwhelmingly enveloped Zhao Ling.

He has never used a long spear or halberd, nor has he ever learned halberd martial arts, but he is very easy to use, like an arm and a finger, without deliberate, completely following his heart, every shadow of a halberd is hard to distinguish, showing sharpness , cut through the air, and stabbed Zhao Ling violently.

Zhao Ling's eyes showed a cold light, and the three-foot green blade transformed by the power of divine will in his hand swallowed a terrible sharp edge. The sword energy overflowed, the sword shadow was heavy, and the cold light shone.

In the first contact with Zhao Ling, Zhao Ling's hands trembled slightly, his long sword trembled, and his eyes narrowed slightly. At first, he thought that the halberd that Qin Luo condensed out was just in shape, but he didn't expect it to be extremely heavy. The controls are clearly adept.

When the swords and halberds collided, strong counter-shock force rushed from the tip of the halberd to Qin Luo, but the dragon scales on the gun shaft wriggled violently, directly dissolving the counter-shock force.

The halberd swept across, shattering the heavy sword shadows, and a fierce wave of air swept out, forcing Zhao Ling back.

Zhao Ling's eyes were cold. This kid is clearly only in the Soul Sea Realm, but he can use the technique of condensing energy into an army that can only be achieved by a strong person in the Concentration Realm. It's really difficult to deal with, but it's underestimating to want him to retreat like this him.

He took a deep breath, pointed the long sword obliquely at the sky, grasped the sharp blade with his left hand, and wiped it slowly, the bright red blood flowed, staining the sword of divine will red.

Not a single drop of blood was spilled, it was all melted into the long sword. The blood-red long sword had a strange and sharp aura.

"Blood Soul Sword Art!" Paleness appeared on his face, but a gleam of blood flashed across his eyes, and he charged at Qin Luo again. And open.

Qin Luo waved his halberd to meet each other, spiritual energy poured in continuously, the war halberd made the sound of dragon chant, the blade of the halberd was cold, overflowing with cold light, the left and right halberd blades were like two rounds of cold moons, piercing the air, piercing the heavy sword shadows, But the speed is getting slower and slower.

His face was solemn, the blood-colored sword shadow was too powerful, beyond the limit of the war halberd's resolution, and the solid war halberd gradually became illusory and blurred.

"bang"

The war halberd turned into light spots all over the sky and dissipated. The blood-colored sword shadow cut through the air, one after another, chopping down. Qin Luo blasted out a fist shadow, tearing the air, blasting out with a boiling wave of air, Jian Ying blocked it for a moment, and he took this opportunity to somersault in the air and dodged aside.

The shadow of the fist was shattered, and the shadow of heavy swords pierced through the thick towering tree. The sword energy was raging, and Qin Luo broke out in a cold sweat.

Those who are half-step in the concentration state cannot be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)