Chapter 108: Qinglian Fights the Hades

"Nether Demon Fist!"

Xing Lin let out a low roar, and a red and black fist came straight towards Zhao Long.

The young man with a hat surrounded by sword fragments, holding the bladeless hilt in his hand, swung hard, and countless sword fragments met the fist of the second sentence.

"Ding!Ding!Ding!" The black Yin attribute internal strength was quickly shattered by the swarming swords, but a red fist shadow swept through the brilliant sword rays, and instantly hit Zhao Long who rushed towards him.

Compared with Yi Xifeng's figure and red eyes, the figure of the young man in the hat did not even pause, and the Phantom Fist attack that went straight to the soul could not make a trace of waves under the gaze of the young man's "dragon eye".

"How is that possible!" Obviously, Xing Lin was even more stunned by such a result, if Yi Xifeng's innate immunity to the attack of the Divine Soul could be explained as the innate Divine Soul was strong, this was already a one-in-a-million chance. However, on the same day, he met two people whose souls were naturally strong, and he didn't believe that the second child was killed.

Without waiting for the burly man to react, Zhao Long's brilliant sword had already arrived in front of the torture forest, and the young man's dark blue eyes looked directly at the second torturer in front of him, and said calmly: "Broken Jade Qinglian!"

I saw that the fragments of the sword that were originally surrounding them turned into streamers and went straight to the torture forest. The burly man also recovered from Fang Cai's stunnedness, feeling the strong internal force around him, he didn't dare to keep his hand anymore.

The furious internal strength fist enveloped the man's surroundings, and in the face of the streamer that shot out, he quickly punched, bringing up the remnants of the Dao, just like the Hades King from the Nine Shadows!

When the knives touched the pitch-black fists, they exploded one after another, not by the opponent's strong internal strength, but by the spontaneous bursts of these knives, and pieces of knives like petals bloomed like flowers on the pitch-black fists!

There was a dense roar, and the figure of Xing Lin fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string. Zhao Long raised his hand and made a move, and the fragments of the sword, which had been much dimmer, quickly gathered into the young man's sleeve, and quietly recondensed into two straight knives, which were the Qinglian double blades.

Zhao Long's dark blue eyes stared at the opponent who was half-squatting on the ground, his face solemn.

"What a surprise!" the second convict spat out a mouthful of blood and looked down at the torn clothes on his body.

"Demon people?" Zhao Long asked in a deep voice, the young man with the hat had already felt the faint evil aura in the fist gang released by the torture forest, coupled with the red light mixed in the burly man's fist gang before, he had a faint guess in his heart.

The burly man slowly stood up, stared at Zhao Long not far away, and asked slowly, "I can answer your questions, but you also have to tell me what I want to know." ”

The teenagers looked at each other noncommittally and did not speak.

"Our Xingwu Hall has indeed cultivated a kind of magic skill, let's call it a magic skill, but it's a pity that it's a fragment. The old man used to be a merchant, and he didn't have any ink in his stomach. Speaking of this, Xing Lin smashed his mouth, as if he was thinking about words, and then said: "It's to take other people's lives and continue his talent!"

Zhao Long muttered: "Is this kind of behavior also recognized and accepted by people in the rivers and lakes of Yunxi County?"

Xing Lin smiled and said: "Of course you can't take people's lives in the open, the old man relies on darts, and the five of us brothers do things for people to kill." ”

Speaking of this, the second sentence continued: "Okay, can you tell me what exercises you practice?"

Zhao Long groaned slightly, and said, "Water Dragon Yin!"

The second sentence smiled, and said, "Well, okay, the internal strength in my body has almost recovered at this time, so you can die!"

After saying that, I saw the figure of Xing Lin disappear in place.

In the next moment, he appeared next to Zhao Long, and saw the burly man's originally clear eyes, but at this moment, the whole eyes turned into pitch black, looking three points like a human and seven points like a ghost!

In a hurry, the young man raised his double knife to block.

"Bang!" Zhao Long was blasted out by a punch, and the huge force from Qinglian's double blades made the young man almost unable to hold the hilt.

The reason why the demons are called demons is because after cultivating demons and reaching the realm of chivalry, warriors can use "entering demons", which is the main reason why the strength of demons is generally stronger than that of chivalrous.

After entering the demon, the strength of the demons in all aspects will be significantly improved, of course, the disadvantage is that every time you use it, it will cause huge damage to the soul, and in the long run, the martial artists who frequently use the demons will really go crazy, and even cause the internal strength in the body to retrograde, explode and die!

Looking at the bare skin of the torture forest, it gradually became dark and shiny, and the whites of the eyes disappeared. Zhao Long endured the swelling pain from his arm, and the two blades in his hands slashed continuously, which was able to block the opponent's fist.

Li Xintian, who was behind him, hurriedly reminded: "Attack his left shoulder, I stabbed him before!"

Zhao Long's eyes were blue, and the scenery in the young man's eyes also became different, he clearly noticed the instability of the internal strength around the torture forest, although the degree of internal strength fluctuation has exceeded that of ordinary warriors in the realm of chivalry, but its internal strength scurrying around has also invisibly damaged his physical body.

It seems that this person is not steadily improving the realm, but rashly using some partial methods to pile up his own realm to the realm of chivalry, if so, you can try. Zhao Long thought to himself, and the green lotus double thorns in his hand turned into petal-like blades, sweeping towards the torture forest.

Xing Lin had seen the petal knife attack of the young man in the hat before, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he immediately stepped forward, charging his fists with both fists, ready to take down the opponent in one fell swoop.

The black eyes were full of killing and cruelty, and although Xing Lin had been suppressing the demonic thoughts in his heart, he still left no room for action.

"Four-armed Hades King!" "The second coin roared, and the sword that had originally surrounded the burly man before was instantly shattered by the fist, and the second convict was like a decrepit chariot, heading straight for Zhao Long.

Boxing Gang is head-on, less than three feet!

The young man didn't look at the enemy who was approaching step by step, closed his eyes and said silently: "I don't hate Qinglian flying away, I hate my homeland, and my blood is red." The hero has stabbed it, where is the evil? Three points of spirit, two points of the past, and one point of water. Looking back and sighing, it's not a funeral flower, it's a hero's tears. ”

Less than a foot!

Zhao Long suddenly opened his eyes, and the dragon's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Water Dragon Yin!

With the brilliant green light flashing on the shattered blade, a blade gathered by countless broken rays rose from the ground from the feet of the second torturer, drowning the figure of the torture forest in the cyan sword.

There is a special poem here, which praises:

The green mangs flew into the night, and the ghosts were as real as they were.

Scattered like broken lotus, evil spirit swallows itself.

Streamer drives phantoms, Hades is divided into four arms.

In the burial of a hundred lotus flowers, a little bit of heroic souls!

Looking at the "cyan pillar" rising from the ground, Li Xintian breathed a long sigh of relief, sure enough, Zhao Long's strength was still so terrifying, and the scattered cyan sword fragments, like fireflies in the forest at night, gradually illuminated the surrounding scenes that were swallowed by darkness.