"Mana?!"

Xia Ping clenched his fists, and he found that the spiritual power on Han Ge's body had been integrated into the mana, almost condensed into substance, and it was blasted over with one punch, which immediately produced an incomparable oppressive force.

In the face of this punch, it is estimated that before the ordinary grandmaster reaches his body, he will be collided by the strong spiritual power, and his soul trembles, and the six gods have no master, and his courage will not be frightened.

It seems that Han Ge's boxing method has long been engraved into his own spiritual imprint, and every punch and kick contains a terrifying spiritual will, which also doubles the power of boxing.

"I see, no wonder I have never been able to open up the Purple Mansion, I have no way to smash the mysterious gate in the depths of my brain, this is not because my spiritual power is not enough, but it is not pure enough, not strong enough, not pure enough. ”

Xia Ping's heart suddenly rose a trace of enlightenment, if he wanted to be promoted to the king realm and open up the purple mansion, he needed to exercise not only his qi, but also his spiritual power.

Although the soul on his body is extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary grandmasters, it is precisely because there is too much soul energy that the spiritual power is a bit mixed.

This is like a rope, if it is separated, the strength will be weak, if it can be twisted into a strand and wash away the impurities of his spiritual power, then it will definitely be able to make his spiritual power to a higher level.

It is like a piece of pig iron, which can be forged into steel after thousands of tempers, and it is invincible.

When the time comes, opening up the Purple Mansion will naturally be a matter of course.

"If I can expel the impurities of soul energy and completely forge spiritual power, then opening up the Purple Mansion will not be a big problem. Xia Ping was immediately overjoyed, and couldn't help but clench his fists, extremely excited.

He knew where he was going and how he could continue to be strong.

Fortunately, he fought with the patriarch of the Drought Clan, so that he could understand the key to being promoted to the king realm, which saved him a lot of time and prevented him from taking a detour.

"How dare you get distracted when fighting with this king?"

Seeing Xia Ping's trance-like appearance, Han Ge was furious, feeling that he had been completely underestimated, he was a king, and any grandmaster had to be cautious in the face of himself, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Once there is a momentary trance, it will be killed by the king in seconds.

But this kid is good, it's such a fierce battle, but he's still here distracted, thinking about other things, how far does this bastard human want to look down on people?!

"Die!"

Han Ge was half angry, because the anger also made the drought fire on his body even more terrifying, and the black flames burned in the air, turning into a sea of fire.

At the same time, the black poisonous gas also permeated a radius of several kilometers, and the weeds, trees, etc. on the ground were all withered, and they were instantly poisoned, losing signs of life.

Seeing this, the guards of the surrounding five races did not dare to stay in this place, and retreated more than ten kilometers one after another, lest they themselves also die under the angry attack of the king.

So they died unjustly.

Bang!

Another punch slammed in, carrying black flames, sizzling, condensing into substance, like a black tiger roaring, opening its bloody mouth to swallow Xia Ping in one gulp.

"Good time!"

Xia Ping stood in place, his eyes revealing a terrifying light, and wisps of flame emerged from the depths of his pupils, forming a whirlpool, like two rounds of suns, constantly rotating.

This time he didn't defend again, but counterattacked, punching in vain, shaking and exploding!

Saint-level peerless - Yang God Fist!

Immediately, wisps of golden flame emanated from the 108,000 pores on his body, like the sun god descending, carrying thousands of golden lights, extremely hot.

Such a flame seems to melt everything.

"What?!What kind of punch is this?!"

Han Ge was taken aback, it felt that this punch contained a trace of martial arts truth, as if it had reached the essence of the Dao, which was a fist technique that controlled all the flames in the world.

When this punch was blasted out, the heat wave was rolling, and the black poisonous gas that permeated the surroundings dissipated one after another under such yang energy, as if it had been completely melted and ceased to exist.

Even the mana on its body can compete and cancel each other out.

With a bang, the two forces collided together, and there was an explosion-like sound in mid-air, and the power of flames and flames collided, and the air shook up thousands of times, spreading for hundreds of miles.

A huge crater was immediately shaken out of the ground, and the earth was splashed, and dense cracks appeared all around, and countless cracks extended dozens of kilometers away.

At the same time, a large amount of flames fell to the ground, and also smashed out deep pits, and the flames condensed into liquid, turned into molten slurry, and burned hot on the ground.

At this moment, the area has turned into a molten lake, steaming hot, and the molten lava is constantly tumbling.

"Impossible!"

It is unbelievable that a human being who is just a Grandmaster Eight Heavens can compete with himself with such a fist technique, and even not fall behind, which is a bit too exaggerated.

He is the king who opens up the Purple Mansion and controls mana, and his combat power should be far above that of this human race, but what the hell is going on now?!

How can Gang Qi compete with mana, and how can the Grandmaster compete with the king?!

If it doesn't even think about it, it's a fantasy.

"Come again!"

Xia Ping was overjoyed, he knew that even with his saint-level fist technique, he was already qualified to compete with ordinary Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, and he could even fight to a draw with the other party.

Even if the Gang Qi on his body was not an opponent of mana at all, but with the blessing of the saint-level fist technique, the power in his body had changed in nature, and the destructive power had increased by more than ten times.

This is also more than negating the huge advantage of mana.

Han Ge, who didn't know the saint-level martial arts, couldn't imagine how powerful such a martial art was, this was a power that pointed directly to the essence of the Great Dao, and it was so strong that it was outrageous.

Once mastered, skipping challenges is just a matter of waiting.

However, it is too difficult to completely master the saint-level martial arts, even if a cultivator who has been promoted to the king realm, does not have enough talent, and without the guidance of a teacher, it is extremely difficult to learn it.

Not to mention, even in the universe, saint-level martial arts are hard to find, and ordinary people are not qualified to access them at all.

"Damn, I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Hange was crazy, it felt that its self-esteem had been greatly insulted, and if it couldn't even kill a little grandmaster as a king, how could it have face.

It struck again, extremely furious, and launched a stormy attack on Xia Ping.

Xia Ping used the Yang God Fist, unhurried, like a sun god standing on the earth, and at the same time operated the Northern Underworld Body Protection Skill, collecting the opponent's attack power as ordered, devouring, digesting and absorbing.

Bang!

Immediately, he felt a warm current coming from the depths of his body, a large amount of medicinal power melted, the hundredth acupuncture point in his body was immediately penetrated, and the Gang Qi on his body also increased greatly.