Chapter 11: At the Peak of the Battlefield (2)

"Damn how dare a monkey cub fool me," said the masked man, annoyed.

Even if I only have one arm left, it's more than enough to deal with you. After that, the masked man used his only remaining right hand to operate his spiritual power, condensing the thick spiritual energy into a long sword, and condensing eight hundred spiritual dao patterns in his body.

"Shooting", the masked man shouted in the direction of Wu Yueling, and punched the spirit sword hard, obviously preparing to kill with one blow, not wanting to delay for too long.

The spirit sword carrier that the spiritual qi turned into rushed towards Wu Yueling with a sharp Ling Feng, and the speed was so fast that it seemed to have an afterimage.

Wu Yueling was in front of Xiao Lingxi, and if he retreated at this time, then Lingxi would definitely be injured, so he could only take this strong blow.

"Ju" saw Wu Yueling take a deep breath, his eyes became extremely firm, and his body began to operate, condensing nearly six hundred spiritual dao patterns, and at the same time attracting the stone tablet to transmit spiritual energy.

Condensed the spiritual power in his arms, crossed his arms into a defensive posture and blocked his chest, the barbarian elephant body Wu Yueling shouted, only to see that the aura of the crossed arms condensed the head of an ancient barbarian elephant.

The sword of the spirit sword bearer struck strongly into the head of the conjured elephant, and for a while, the sword and the elephant sound were emitted together, which was very harsh, and the spiritual power in the middle made the spiritual energy continue to overflow outward, forming a spiritual wind blowing the robes of the two people floating.

After only fighting for a minute and a half, the spirit sword forcibly smashed the conjured barbarian elephant's head, and the brute elephant's head let out a final elephant sound, and then split apart and re-transformed into spiritual energy and floated in the air.

The gap between the realms is too big, and sure enough, the peak of the Earth Extreme Realm has a more thorough use of spiritual power!

The spirit sword broke through Wu Yueling's protective spiritual power condensed in his arms, and the power was comparable to that of a real sword, "Wu Yueling was knocked back dozens of steps, and it was only one step away from Xiao Lingxi before dissipating.

Wu Yueling only felt that the bones of his arms were broken, and his whole body was about to be shaken apart, and he generally couldn't use his strength, but fortunately he blocked this blow.

"It's a shame that the battle with Chen Bin consumed too much of my strength, and this move only exerted five points of my usual strength, otherwise I would definitely be able to kill this kid with one blow.

The masked man said silently in his heart. Suddenly, the wound on his broken arm recurred like an electric shock, and the masked man frowned, holding the wound with his right hand, and snorted, the wound burst again from excessive exertion just now.

"It's now," Wu Yueling seized the opportunity to take out the scout's blowpipe from the spatial ring and blew a poisonous needle at the masked man who was a little less vigilant.

When he snatched it from the scout just now, he saw that there was a purple needle in it, so he deliberately put it away, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

The poisonous needle quickly pierced the masked man's abdomen, and the masked man's eyes widened and said, "the dog!" Ah, and then immediately shattered the poisonous needle with aura, but the poison still spread to the body.

"Ahhh

Seeing this, Wu Yueling immediately ran the exercises, ignoring the pain in his arms, and used the strongest blow of the Tiger Elephant Style, the "Tiger Elephant Zhenkong Fist", only to see Yang Lie's aura covering his right fist, and in the time of two breaths, Wu Yueling instantly went to the masked man's body, and used all his strength to hit his abdomen firmly.

The masked man, who was already seriously and fatally wounded, received this punch, spat blood directly from his mouth, and threw it out with black eyes. I was planted in your little hands!

The masked man used his last bit of strength to speak unwillingly, and then his eyes turned black and he whimpered.

A miraculous scene happened, only to see a lifeless masked man's chest condensed something similar to Nedan.

"Disciple, put it away, this is the spiritual source, which contains the spiritual power of its life in the extreme realm," Xuan Lao said happily.

Wu Yueling walked forward, condensed spiritual power with his hand, gently controlled the spiritual source, and put it into the space ring, and then saw that there was also a space ring on the mask man's right hand, and hurriedly took it off and put it away, and then collapsed on the ground with all his strength, panting.

The crisis is finally over...