The fundamental reason for using "Xia Furong" is because the speed of this style of swordsmanship is second only to "Thorn", and it is second only to "Overlord Sword" in terms of power, so it is not only powerful but also fast!

In addition, another reason for using "Summer Fury" is the pertinence - Han Jing's Extreme Realm Heavenly Sense has long determined that most of Lingwu's tricks and supernatural powers are Yin to Cold, so he must even Yang Zhi just come to break it!

Xia Fufang is just right for this qiē requirement!

At this moment, as soon as the sword came out, Han Jing's deity was still immovable, but the sword spirit clone had already stepped out of his deity.

According to the trajectory locked by the Sky Peep, Yan Huang Sword burned seven or eight Lingwu clones all the way with a fierce power in full swing, like a comet that passed through the meteorite belt, and quickly killed in a certain direction with a brilliant trajectory.

At this moment, a qiē is so fast, so fast that it is impossible to describe it with pen and ink!

Even Lingwu's face was still hideous, but there was already a surging sense of horror in his heart.

It's a pity that Yiqiē is too fast, and his horror has not had time to become the fear of scalp tingling, let alone the change in his facial expression, a ray of light has already blasted into his body!

Hit by a sword, the junior sister roared in despair: "Impossible...... He...... Sword Spirit ......"

Lingwu also spurted blood, and his eyes widened: "You ......"

At the same time, hundreds of Lingwu clones hit Han Jing's deity one after another, and then disappeared completely!

......

The battle started very fast, like a flash of lightning!

This battle ended even faster, even beyond the scope of electric flint!

Han Jing had already fallen to the ground, and there were still blood-colored lines on his arms and feet, but these lines were gradually fading, or they would soon dissipate and disappear.

But on his body, there was real blood in many places - hundreds of Lingwu clones still hit Han Jing's own deity, even if he secretly had a Thunder Domain Protector, at this moment, his muscles and veins were already damaged, and his internal organs were all injured!

What's even more terrifying is that one of Han Jing's arms is pulled, and it seems that his bones have been broken.

In the sky not far from him, Lingwu still hovered proudly. Of course, the "proud" mentioned here is just his figure, and his complexion, whether it is Lingwu's own or that of that junior sister, is pale and bloody......

Han Jing ...... Why ......"

Seeing that his body was still bleeding blood, Lingwu asked miserably, "Our cooperation is almost perfect, ...... Why ......?"

Yes, Lingwu can't figure it out!

He didn't understand why the battle that should have been won by his side ended up like this.

Hearing this, Han Jing spurted out a mouthful of blood, barely supported his body with his other hand so that he didn't fall to the ground, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"The biggest weakness of your two is that you don't have a weakness, and this will make your self-confidence reach the extreme, so you lose the idea of the worst-case scenario!"

"For example, have you ever thought that as long as your junior sister devotes most of her soul power to imprison my body, you won't get much help from her!"

"If you don't get much help, now you are the same as you outside the teahouse at the beginning, you can only be on a par with me who didn't use the Yan Huang Sword, once I use the Yan Huang Sword, do you think you are stronger than Zhang Guangwei?"

Yes!

Han Jing could have crossed the level to kill Zhang Guangwei at the beginning, and although Lingwu's strength was strong, it was far inferior to Zhang Guangwei, so once he couldn't get more help from his junior sister and Han Jing used the Yanhuang Sword, how could he be Han Jing's opponent?

"Hey, hey, hey...... You are really a demon, and you actually found the only way to win in such a crisis, and forced my junior sister to imprison your movements with all her might......"

Laughing miserably, Lingwu was still unconvinced: "But the last moment...... A brief moment...... Why do you see through which one is my deity?"

That's a good question!

It's so good that Han Jing doesn't want to answer - about the heavenly voyeur, he won't sue anyone, not even the dying Lingwu.

So in the final answer, Han Jing could only simply send two words: "Luck!"

Of course, this answer is actually true - he was able to understand the "heavenly peeping" from the drums of the extremely quiet war, isn't this a kind of luck?

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The blood at the corner of his mouth gushed out more and more fiercely, and Lingwu's eyes were already dissipated, so he slowly chose to close: "So many guys with the blood of Taizu in the Immortal Emperor Dojo have died, only you succeeded, and you still killed it...... Hey, hey, hey...... Or maybe you're right, you really have...... ...... against the sky Luck...... ......."

As the words fell, I saw that half of Lingwu's head finally slipped off, and a face belonging to his junior sister then fell to the ground with half of his body.

And the half of Lingwu also began to fall......

After the merger of the two, the physical body was divided into two, and the two underworld martial artists who were at the peak level of the early stage of the Tianzun Realm fell!

"Poof......

It was only at this moment that Han Jing suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole person's expression instantly withered - his injuries were also quite serious, if a metaphor was needed, this battle between him and Lingwu could be described as killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred......

Without having time to think about it, Han Jing immediately took out several pills and put them into his mouth, and at the same time pinched the injured arm with one hand and forcefully corrected it, finally making the arm that seemed to be "scrapped" before return to normal.

"It's over!"

"No ......"

Looking at the distant sky, Han Jing felt that a faint stream of soul power was fighting fiercely, and the powerful level of some of its soul power almost surpassed that of Lingwu, so he knew that there was a greater storm waiting for him ahead.

"Now it's just Lingwu standing up, this is by no means all of Yamamoto's arrangement! Not to mention that there is Taigu Lie ...... besides Yamamoto."

Ten Underworld Martial Artists are dead, including Lingwu and Lingwu's junior sister, but this is just the beginning!

Knowing this, the corners of Han Jing's mouth showed a faint evil smile: "Are you waiting for me?"

When the words fell, Han Jing did not volley into the air again, but turned his head sharply to look at the sky behind him.

There, someone is here again!

It was Akira Yamamoto, Takeo Yamamoto, and Jinyang Yamamoto, as well as the disciples of the Yamamoto family and other allies......

"Hehehe...... Have you decided to do the battle?"

After this qiē was confirmed in the heavenly sense, Han Jing's face sank a little, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, but it showed a strong killing intent.

"In that case, why don't I turn into a demon today?"

When the words fell, I saw Han Jing's body suddenly rise upward, and when the volley hovered in the air, his hands were already clenched with the Yanhuang Giant Sword.

On the tip of the sword, the thunder pierced the sky, causing the wind and clouds to change suddenly in all directions, and thousands of thunderbolts rolled.

Above the sword body, the endless Yanhuang sword qi was incomparably bright, as if it had melted the surrounding space, and countless rays of light were like swords, sharp and cold.

And Han Jing even thought that a little blood burst out from the center of his eyebrows, and this drop of soul blood was integrated into the Yanhuang Sword, and an illusion of an ancient giant god immediately appeared behind him, as high as ten thousand feet, and he also clenched a sky-breaking giant sword in his hand like Han Jing.

One qiē, ready to go!

A qiē is like an arrow on the string.

"Slash the Saint!"