The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 330
To be honest, the so-called Yu Gang Liang only existed in the seventh layer of the Gushing Spring Tier, not too strong; but even if he was not that strong, it was not that strong, the seventh layer of Semi Gushing Level battle prowess was enough to crush the first layer of Semi Gushing Level by tenfold. However, he exploded from the — kick how could anyone have received this?
“This is called Wind God Kick.” Ling Han randomly appeared with a name. He did not use his sword or fist or palm just because he did not want Qi Yong Ye and the others to be suspicious of his identity. But how many Tier Gushing Spring warriors like this were there? It was practically impossible to be unsuspecting; qi Yong Ye and the other eyes were already lit up.
"C-dead-dead!" Zhan Yuan was angry, and shouted, "Go together, and kill him! Kill her!"
This was supposed to be their hunt but one of them was killed, how could he not be angry.
The remaining five charged at the same time. Their cultivation was higher than Xu Gang Lian's, and even if they couldn't annihilate Ling Han five against one, it shouldn't be a problem to fight on equal terms.
However, they were fighting Ling Han!
"Wind God Kick!" Ling Han appeared, pa, pa, pa, threw a continuous kick.
An understanding of one law means an understanding of all other laws in martial arts. He had already cultivated seven flashes of Sword Qi in the sword path, so the moment he flicked his foot, lightning Qi erupted, turning into a sharp sword and sweeping out toward the five people.
Every movement is a sword.
His battle prowess now was enough to annihilate a normal opponent in the fifth layer of the Spiritual Ocean Level, so how could these five people rival him? Pa, his kick landed between the legs of one of them and a powerful Qi rose upwards, turning into a sharp sword and tearing that person in half!
Hua la la, intestines, heart, liver, and brain spilled everywhere — very terrible scenery.
Even Ling Han did not expect his kick would shoot out Sword Qi, having such an effect. But this explained that he had somewhat succeeded in the way of the sword, being able to turn his body into a sword, forming a sword at all costs.
Pa, pa, pa, pa, Ling Han threw four kicks in a row, and four completely indistinguishable corpses lay on the ground.
Everyone feels cold. They were five Tier Gushing Spring late stage experts, but they had almost all been killed instantly at the same time. How can anyone believe it?
Zhao Huan and the others thought: can this person really be Ling Han? Although he looked very different, there couldn't be so many weirdos in the first layer of the Tier Gushing Spring in the world!
Ling Han looked at Zhan Yuan angrily and said, "It's your turn now."
Zhan Yuan instinctively felt a chill from Ling Han's gaze. Just what kind of gaze could make him tremble from the bottom of his heart, as if his soul was terrified? He hurriedly cheered himself on: this was just a small fry in the first layer of the Tier — Gushing Spring although his battle prowess was somewhat against nature, but no matter what, it was not, it was impossible for him to reach all the way above the Sea of Spiritual Thresholds Or else, wasn't the level of martial arts just for appearances?
"Dare to kill the disciples of the Winter Moon Sect, you seek your own death!" he shouted, starting the attack.
"Those who kill will also be killed by others, how can you be the exception?" Ling Han threw another explosive kick. Pu, his kick undoubtedly pierced through Zhan Yuan's defense, landing hard on his face.
Zhan Yuan instantly staggered backwards, but within a few steps, pa, his head instantly exploded. The headless body swayed for a while, finally falling violently to the ground.
Qi Yong Ye and the others were already stunned. Zhan Yuan and the other six were killed from a hundred to only twenty remaining, but once Ling Han attacked, he annihilated the seven with a clean sweep — just how big was the difference between the two sides?
"Ling ... Mr Ling?" Zhao Huan asked hesitantly.
Ling Han glared at him and said, "What is Master Ling, where is my Yellow Dragon Fruit. You guys can't possibly think of swallowing my share, right?
Zhao Huan hurriedly took out the Yellow Dragon Fruit, handed over the entire stalk, and said, "Receive it, Master!"
Seeing that Ling Han did not acknowledge his identity, he did not dare to admit it carelessly — he could only handle it respectfully.
Meeting acquaintances, Ling Han would naturally not take all the profits. Leaving them half, he said, "I took half, you guys don't mind, right?
"No!" They hurriedly shook their heads like drum drums.
"No!" They hurriedly shook their heads like drum drums.
Ling Han left half the Yellow Dragon Fruit; the rest he kept inside the Black Tower. He was about to go towards the Spiritual Ocean Tier, but frowned, turning to look to the left side.
Xiu, xiu, two figures appeared almost at one step after another. They were precisely Ao Jian Cheng and the purple-clothed youngster.
"Interesting." Ao Jian Cheng had both hands behind his back. His gaze swept over Zhao Huan who had yet to save the Yellow Dragon Fruit as he said, "Huh, it is actually the Yellow Dragon Fruit, no wonder it triggered a battle. Honestly, even I'm a little bit of a move."
"What's? Senior Brother Jian Cheng, this is our sect disciple." The purple-clothed youngster looked at the ground for a while, his gaze locked on a — arm that had a trace of blood on it, but the moon design could still be seen beneath it.
Ao Jian Cheng immediately revealed killing intent, and said threateningly, "You guys have great courage, dare to slaughter our sect disciples!"
"Hmph, they crave our belongings and want to kill and rob us, so do we have to stretch our necks and wait for death?" Zhao Huan said, not willing to give up. In the Rain Country, he was the miracle of one of the eight great noble families, but here he suffered threats to his life over and over again; it was a stark contrast.
"People are dead, and you can say whatever you want," the purple-clothed young man said coldly, "I can tell that you killed and robbed this sect disciple, but still trying to blame them."
"Put the Yellow Dragon Fruit and kill your own life!" he said haughtily.
Qi Yong Ye and the others were angrily half-dead; could they be more unreasonable?
"When all is said, you guys just turn your eyes on the Yellow Dragon Fruit." Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "You guys go first, leave this to me."
"When all is said, you guys just turn your eyes on the Yellow Dragon Fruit." Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "You guys go first, leave this to me."
"You . . . !" Qi Yong Ye and the others hesitated.
"You still don't believe me?" Ling Han raised his eyebrows with soaring confidence.
"Go!" Qi Yong Ye and the others initially suspected that he was Ling Han, and now they no longer doubted him, turning one after another to leave. Staying here, not only were they unable to help Ling Han, but they were instead becoming a hindrance.
"You're talking pretty big!" The yellowish purple youngster laughed grimly — a small fry in the first layer of the Tier Gushing Spring dared to talk about blocking them? Where did he get that kind of courage? He immediately jumped out, wanting to block Qi Yong Ye and the others.
Ling Han also moved, releasing the metal sword. With shua, Sword Qi flew out.
The purple-clothed youngster was forced to stop and reach out to wipe the wound on his cheek slit that was opened by the Sword Qi. He couldn't contain his anger, and said, "Damn it, you dare hurt me!"
"Continue?" Ling Han said indifferently.
"Dead!" The purple-clothed youngster dived again, but this time, the target was Ling Han. As he spread his hands and feet, martial intent flowed; his battle prowess was staggering, at least ten stars.
Having a battle power that surpassed one's level by three stars in the Spiritual Ocean Tier was incredible.
Ling han did not dare to be careless. Ding, ding, ding, ding, long sword danced rapidly, Sword Qi surged through the sky, and, and the Four Seasons Sword Technique followed his will smoothly as he fought fiercely with the purple-clothed youth.