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Chapter 218

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A Good Romance

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Senior Brother Ma shouted in anger. His opponent was still holding a child, but he couldn't do anything to him, which made him extremely depressed. As time passed, he became even more anxious.

Firstly, the Strength Talisman could only last for about ten minutes. Secondly, he was indeed injured, and very seriously, so he had to be treated immediately. Otherwise, the longer he delayed, the more serious his injuries would become.

"Junior Brother Yang, join forces with me and quickly take down this brat!" he called out.

"Okay!" The other person raised his sword and joined the battle.

Two Gushing Spring Tier elites actually joined forces to attack a Poly Tier cultivator; this would be despised to death. However, these two were obviously very thick-skinned and didn't care at all, only wanting to kill Ling Han as soon as possible.

However, they discovered in shock that it was impossible to do so.

Ling Han's figure was as slippery as a fish, making it impossible for them to catch him. They could only chase after him in vain, wasting their energy. And the longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous the situation was for them.

"Brat, what kind of hero are you if you keep dodging? Fight me head-on if you have the guts!" Senior Brother Ma goaded.

"Are you an idiot?" Ling Han humphed. "You already said that you can kill me with one move, and I still want to fight you head-on? Do you think I'm stupid, or are you the stupid one?"

"Damn it!" Senior Brother Ma shouted in anger.

"However, I don't have the time to exhaust you, so come receive my sword!" Ling Han's expression became serious, and the sword intent of the Mysterious Three Thousand circulated in his heart as he began to prepare this move.

Instantly, an oppressive feeling enveloped Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Yang.

"What sword technique is this?" Senior Brother Ma immediately looked shocked. In his eyes, it was as if Ling Han had become the center of the universe, and everything else paled in comparison.

"Why can't I even move my body?" Junior Brother Yang was about to cry.

The other's sword was about to strike, but he couldn't even move his body, so wasn't he just waiting for death?

Ling Han smiled internally. He used his divine sense to lock the two of them, and thus created the illusion that they couldn't move. This was an influence on their consciousness. Generally speaking, as long as one's willpower was strong enough, they would naturally not be affected.

For example, with Can Ye's concentration towards the path of the saber, even if Ling Han was still in the Heaven Tier, it would still be impossible to shake his determination.

However, due to their heavy injuries, the willpower of these two people had already become extremely weak. Moreover, they were shocked by Ling Han's six flashes of Sword Qi and were shocked by the strange power of the first layer of Element Gathering Tier, so their willpower was naturally greatly affected. Thus, Ling Han used the influence of the sword force of the Three Styles of Black Origin to create the illusion that they could not even move.

Mysterious Three Thousand

Ling Han unsheathed his sword. Xiu, xiu, xiu, xiu. Dozens of sword lights shot out at the same time, condensing into Poly Qi to form sharp swords, shooting towards Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Lu.

Under the pressure of life and death, Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Lu both broke free from Ling Han's mental pressure. At this time, it was already too late to escape, so they both brandished the weapons in their hands, doing their best to block the attacks.

Peng, peng, peng, peng, every Origin Power sword was equivalent to Ling Han's full power attack, which was equivalent to more than twenty Ling Han attacking one of them at the same time. Who could withstand this?

A few Origin Power swords were sent flying and shattered by them, but even more Origin Power swords pierced their bodies and tore their bodies apart. The destructive power was incomparably terrifying.

Ling Han's figure flew over, his long sword making a circle. "Pu, pu," two heads were instantly sent soaring into the sky, and fell to the ground with a pa, pa, revealing the faces of Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Mu, who were both unwilling and terrified.

Ling Han panted, and said, "No wonder that guy, Sword Emperor, is so awesome. I only grasped one percent of this style's power, and could instantly kill two Gushing Spring Tier elites."

He looked pensive, and thought, "If the Heaven's Sword Sect is still around and knows that I learned the Three Styles of Black Origin, they probably won't let me go … a sect that could cultivate such a monster like Sword Emperor, would there be a Shattering Void Tier elite overseeing it?

I'd always thought that there was no Shattering Void Tier existence in the vast lands, but now that I think about it, there might be such an elite that lives in seclusion.

It's best to use the Three Styles of Black Origin less in the future, unless it's a matter of life and death, or it can be guaranteed that it won't be leaked … "

"Meat …" Just as he was thinking, Hu Niu had already jumped out, and came to the Fire-Eyed Bull's side, jumping non-stop.

Although Ling Han bought a lot of beast meat, most of it was Level One, and there were very few Level Two, not to mention Level Three, so the little girl was drooling.

"You glutton," Ling Han said with a smile.

"Niu is a glutton!" Hu Niu took this as a compliment, and nodded vigorously.

Ling Han laughed loudly, and began to deal with this Fire-Eyed Bull. The Strange Fire kept sending out yiya ya thoughts in his left hand, already impatient to refine and swallow those two eyeballs.

He lit a fire, cut off a leg of the bull, and roasted it on the rack. On the other side, he dug out the bull's eyes, and held them in his left hand.

The Strange Fire surged out, and wrapped around the two bull's eyes. The two bull's eyeballs were actually shrinking at a very fast speed, and in a short while, they turned into ashes. Meanwhile, the Strange Fire shrunk and returned to Ling Han's left hand, sending him the thought that it wasn't full yet.

'Two gluttons!'

Ling Han ridiculed inwardly, while comforting the Strange Fire, promising to find "food" for it in the future.

In a short while, the bull's leg also emitted an enticing aroma. Ling Han took out a dagger, cut off the beef piece by piece, and placed it on a plate. This was the advantage of having a spatial ring — these completely impractical things could be carried around, since they took up very little space anyway.

Hu Niu immediately began to eat happily. She was the representative of the gluttonous type. She hadn't even eaten a piece of meat, and her small hand was already reaching for the second piece. Her mouth was filled to the brim, and even chewing was difficult.

For the current Ling Han, the entire body of a Level Three beast was practically a treasure.

The tough hide could be made into armor, something that even sharp weapons wrapped in Origin Power would find difficult to pierce. And the beef, bones, and tendons were all great supplements that could strengthen the body, comparable to some treasures.

Of course, the most precious were still the bull's eyes and horns, but the bull's eyes had already been "eaten" by the Strange Fire, leaving only a pair of horns, which could be made into weapons that possessed great destructive power.

Upon closer inspection, there were patterns that looked like characters on the bull's horns, and it was these patterns that gave the Fire-Eyed Bull such great destructive power. Otherwise, this pair of bull's horns would only be hard for show.

Ling Han ate the meat as he tried to activate these patterns.

This was very difficult, since everyone's Martial Art was different, not to mention that this was an entire race. However, Ling Han was no ordinary person. Very soon, a pattern lit up, and then a second, and a third. A red light enveloped the horn, as if the bull's horn was burning.

Ling Han waved lightly, and a flame shot out from the bull's horn, leaving a three inch deep scorch mark on the ground.

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