In Yuanyang's territory, Xia Lang looked at Zhang Minghui with slightly squinted eyes, he was ready to make a move before he angered the other party. I saw Zhang Minghui slap his palm, the violent and scorching vitality approached him, Xia Lang silently recited the magic trick, his left hand suddenly became crystal clear, and the bones and veins in the palm of his hand were clearly visible, and at the same time, a piercing chill emanated from his palm, and the white mist around the palm was filled, and from time to time there were small ice cubes falling nearby.

"Chill Palm!"

The others were shocked when they saw this, the Cold Pole Palm is a magic trick that can only be mastered by Jindan stage cultivators, this move has high requirements for both the strength of the true yuan and the strength of divine consciousness, and it is difficult to cultivate successfully if it is not at the Jindan stage realm. And the power of Xia Lang's trick is very good, which makes everyone inevitably scold this kid in their hearts for being an inhuman monster.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, Xia Lang's cold pole palm and Zhang Minghui's right palm slapped together fiercely, only to hear a loud noise, and after the two opposing attributes of cold and heat met, a huge explosion was produced, and the violent shock wave swept around with this as the center, and the ground under the feet of the two was dusty and smoky in an instant.

The two figures flew out of the dust quickly, different from what everyone imagined, the two did not fly out in the opposite direction, but appeared on the same side, only to see that Xia Lang's right hand had tightly grasped Zhang Minghui's right wrist.

Zhang Minghui secretly said in his heart that it was not good, Xia Lang's physical cultivation realm had reached the Jindan stage, and it was undoubtedly a very bad thing to be close to a Jindan stage physical cultivation. So he didn't hesitate to sacrifice the armor he used when he fought with Qu Zhengyang before, just in case.

Xia Lang's eyes were hot when he observed this exquisite and stylish armor so closely, and he thought that he would want to get one in the future. From head to toe, like a turtle shell, an ordinary attack doesn't even count as tickling someone, that's a fart.

As soon as the two of them landed, Zhang Minghui's eyes became even colder, and he clenched his left hand into a fist, and smashed it into Xia Lang's head with a blazing high temperature. The latter seemed to have expected it, only to see a short figure of the opponent dodge the punch and then move forward, pressing his shoulder against his chest, and the huge impact made him involuntarily take a step back.

Xia Lang took the opportunity to grab Zhang Minghui's other hand, and then he lifted Zhang Minghui high like a sledgehammer, and then slammed it to the ground, playing back and forth in this way more than 20 times. A crisp and loud thudding sound spread throughout the entire platform, and every time the sound came out, all the disciples present jumped their eyelids, and such a rough attack made many disciples nervous.

Zhang Minghui was thrown at this time, no matter how high the armor defense was, it couldn't offset the counter-impact force of smashing on the ground, such a violent impact made him feel that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys seemed to be about to be thrown out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in a few clicks.

"If you continue like this, you'll lose! Don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!

Zhang Minghui endured the dizziness and severe pain, a small purple ball of light instantly appeared in his right hand, and terrifying energy fluctuations came from above, although the power was smaller than the last time, but it was by no means something that could be borne by the body alone. Seeing this, Xia Lang flew up and kicked him on the shoulder, and Zhang Minghui was kicked out with the ball.

A colic pain came from his shoulder, and his entire right arm was almost dislocated, and the severe pain made him lose control of the spell, and the ball of light quickly dissipated from Zhang Minghui's hand. Not only that, but Sharon's huge foot force made him roll on the ground more than twenty times, and rushed out of the distance with the sound of jingling bells, and everyone watching was shocked. Zhang Minghui hurriedly stood up and stabilized his figure, but a cold face appeared leisurely in front of him, but it was Xia Lang who used the secret technique of chasing electricity to follow.

Xia Lang wanted to repeat his old tricks, so he grabbed Zhang Minghui's hand with both hands and had to do it again. Seeing this, the other party hurriedly used the Sky Control Trick to fly into the air with himself, and he naturally couldn't continue to do it when he had nowhere to borrow. But Xia Lang was not so easy to fool, he pulled suddenly, and his left knee was pressed against Zhang Minghui's abdomen, and Zhang Minghui, who was in severe pain, was about to vomit out bile.

Zhang Minghui's eyes flashed with madness, all the true elements of his body were mobilized, and a dazzling light emanated from him, and a small sun the size of dozens of zhang appeared behind him, illuminating half of the sky. A heat wave swept around Zhang Minghui as the center, and the scorching air flow blew Xia Lang's whole body tingling, and his hair quickly dried and curled. Secretly saying something bad in his heart, the earthy yellow light on Xia Lang's feet flashed, and he kicked Zhang Minghui in the stomach again, wanting to kick the latter into the little sun and let him eat the consequences. It's just that Zhang Minghui has already prepared this time, how can he get his wish.

Xia Lang's foot felt like he was kicking on a red-hot iron plate, and the earth-attribute true yuan on his foot was quickly dissolved, and even his magic weapon boots were burned into scrap iron in just one breath. The hot feeling on his feet forced him to quickly take off his boots while retreating in the air, and his mind moved, and the Haoyang Sword appeared at his feet, and he hurriedly stabilized his figure. Xia Lang looked down, and at this time, his right foot was red, large blisters were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his hair and bare skin had all lost their original luster, becoming dry and fragile.

"What a domineering Yang Turning Dust Technique! Yang power is worthy of being a higher attribute than the Five Elements, so it is better to be careful when encountering similar attacks in the future. It seems that this kid has a long heart, and it will be difficult to get close again. ”

Xia Lang sighed in his heart, although many places of the power of the yang are similar to the fire attribute, but its power is not of the same level, and the same amount of earth true yuan, which is known for its defense, will not last long under the power of the yang.

At this time, Zhang Minghui stood in the air, holding his stomach and panting heavily, he raised his head and stared at Xia Lang deadly, as if he had injured a beast, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"You're good! I've never been so embarrassed! Today, I'm going to make you suffer!"

With the punch, the little sun behind him gradually turned into a strange bird, which resembled a crow, with three legs on the belly, the whole body was red, and there were golden feathers on the top of the head. A creepy aura emanated from this strange bird, and its cold and ruthless eyes seemed to be staring at everyone, and the disciples present were all alarmed when they saw this.

"Three-legged golden crow!" someone exclaimed.

"The sun has a spirit, and its spirit transforms into a heel! Secret Technique, Killing Dogs! This secret technique is the strongest spell I have ever cast. Sharon, you wait to taste the painful taste of the burning of the golden crow!"

Zhang Minghui had words in his mouth, and saw that the three-legged golden crow's eyes became smart, and its gaze suddenly locked on Xia Lang, as if it was a dead thing.

"Go!"

Zhang Minghui pointed at the seal and injected a large amount of divine consciousness into it, and after doing all this, his aura quickly weakened.

"Quack!"

The golden crow spread its wings and flew over his head, and a piercing cry resounded through the sky. Immediately after, the golden crow opened its sharp beak, and a dark black flame was spit out by it, and the light around the flame was violently distorted, and the temperature of this area rose to a terrifying height in a very short time, and even the nearby air was scorching. A few disciples didn't react, and as soon as they took a breath, they began to cough violently, and the entire respiratory system was as hot as a fire, so frightened that several people hurriedly closed their breath and looked at the three-legged golden crow in the air with a shocked face.

"I didn't expect him to have good strength!"

Guo Xiaojuan said softly, the solemnity in her eyes showed that Zhang Minghui's strength was far from being as simple as she said, and she seemed to be looking for a way to crack it while watching intently.

Changyang Mingyin on the side also frowned and looked at the two people fighting, after listening to Guo Xiaojuan's words, he was very disapproving, Zhang Minghui's strength is not bad, at least she can't resist this golden crow, the only way she can think of to crack it is to attack the caster himself, so that he can't concentrate on controlling this spell. The reason why Changyang Mingyin has the confidence to crack it is because he has special skills, and he is good at attacking other people's Zhihai, and others may not be able to do it, especially Xia Lang in this foundation building period, she is not optimistic.