A Good Romance
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To be honest, the person called Tu Gangliang was only at the seventh layer of the Gushing Spring Tier, not very strong. But no matter how weak he was, he was still at the seventh layer of the Gushing Spring Tier, and his battle prowess was enough to crush the first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier several dozen times, but he was actually kicked to death — how could people accept this?
"This is called Wind God's Kick." Ling Han randomly made up a name. He didn't use his sword, fist, or palm, because he didn't want Qi Yong Ye and the others to suspect his identity. But how many first layer Gushing Spring Tier cultivators were there in the world? It was hard not to suspect. Qi Yong Ye and the others' eyes already lit up.
"Courting, courting death!" Zhan Yuan was furious and shouted, "Attack together, kill him, kill him!"
This was supposed to be their hunt, but one of them was killed — how could he not be furious?
The remaining five people pounced at the same time. Their cultivation was higher than Tu Gangliang's, and with five against one, even if they couldn't kill Ling Han, it shouldn't be a problem to fight to a draw.
But they were facing Ling Han!
"Wind God's Kick!" Ling Han's figure bounced up, pa, pa, pa, continuously kicking.
Martial Art was to master one technique, master all techniques. He'd already cultivated seven flashes of Sword Qi on the path of the sword, so with a flick of his leg, there was a burst of Qi that turned into a sharp sword, sweeping towards the five people.
Every movement was a sword.
His current battle prowess was enough to kill a normal fifth layer Spiritual Ocean Tier cultivator, so how could these five people rival him? Pa, he kicked between the legs of one of them, and the burst of Qi rose up, turning into a sharp sword that tore the person in half!
Hua la la, intestines, heart, and brain splattered everywhere — the scene was extremely cruel.
Even Ling Han himself didn't think that his kick would actually release Sword Qi, forming such an effect. But this also meant that he had some small accomplishment on the path of the sword to be able to transform his body into a sword, with swords everywhere.
Pa, pa, pa, pa, Ling Han kicked four more times, and there were four completely unrecognizable corpses on the ground.
Everyone shivered at the same time. Those were five elites in the late stage of Gushing Spring Tier, yet they were almost instantly killed at the same time. How could anyone believe that?
Zhao Huan and the others thought, 'This guy can't really be Ling Han, right? Although he looks completely different, how can there be so many freaks in the first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier?'
Ling Han walked towards Zhan Yuan and said, "It's your turn now."
Zhan Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. What kind of gaze was this? It made him tremble from the bottom of his heart, as if his soul was in fear. He hurriedly encouraged himself. This was only a martial artist in the first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier. Though his battle prowess was somewhat nature-defying, no matter how nature-defying he was, he could not possibly surpass the threshold of the Spiritual Ocean Tier. Otherwise, wouldn't his Martial Art Tier be a mere decoration?
"You deserve to kill a disciple of my Winter Moon Sect, you are seeking death!" he roared furiously, and took the initiative to attack.
"Those who kill will always be killed by others. How can you all be an exception?" Ling Han still delivered a violent kick. Pu, this kick unsurprisingly broke through Zhan Yuan's defense, and ruthlessly landed a kick on his face.
Zhan Yuan instantly staggered back, but after a few steps, pa, his head instantly exploded. The headless body swayed for a while, then fell down with a loud bang.
Qi Yong Ye and the others were already dumbfounded. Zhan Yuan and the others killed a hundred people until only twelve were left, but Ling Han easily annihilated all seven of them with one move. How big was the gap between the two sides?
"Master, Master Ling …" Zhao Huan said tentatively.
Ling Han glared, and said, "What Master Ling, where's my Yellow Dragon Fruit? You guys aren't thinking of taking my share, right?"
Zhao Huan hurriedly took out the Yellow Dragon Fruit, handed it over, and said, "Please accept it, milord."
He saw that Ling Han didn't acknowledge his identity, and didn't dare to simply acknowledge him, so he could only address him as milord.
Ling Han took half of the Yellow Dragon Fruit, and with his contributions, it was reasonable for him to take ninety percent. Moreover, he just saved everyone, and his martial prowess was right there. Even if he took it all, Qi Yong Ye and the others could only nod.
However, being acquaintances, Ling Han obviously wouldn't take all the benefits, leaving half for them, and said, "I'll take half, you guys don't have any objections, right?"
"No …" They hurriedly shook their heads like a rattle drum.
Ling Han left half of the Yellow Dragon Fruit, and put the rest into the Black Tower. He was planning to leave and break through to the Spiritual Ocean Tier, but he frowned and walked towards the left.
Xiu, xiu, two figures appeared almost immediately after. It was precisely Ao Jian Cheng and the purple-clothed youth that he'd seen before.
"Interesting." Ao Jian Cheng clasped his hands behind his back, and his gaze swept past the Yellow Dragon Fruit that Zhao Huan hadn't put away yet, and said, "Huh, it's actually the Yellow Dragon Fruit, no wonder it triggered a battle. To be honest, even I'm a bit moved. "
"Huh, Senior Brother Jian Cheng, this is our sect's disciple." The purple-clothed youth stood on the ground for a while, and his gaze locked onto a sleeve. Although there were bloodstains on it, he could still see that there was a moon pattern on the sleeve.
Ao Jian Cheng immediately revealed killing intent, and said darkly, "You guys are so daring, actually daring to slaughter our sect's disciple!"
"Hmph, they coveted our things and wanted to kill and rob, so should we just wait for death?" Zhao Huan said, unconvinced. In Rain Country, he was a genius of the eight great clans, but here, he repeatedly faced life-threatening danger; the contrast was too great.
"Now that they're all dead, you guys can say whatever you want," the purple-clothed youth said coldly. "I'll say that you guys killed and robbed, and robbed our sect's disciple, yet you still want to pour dirty water on them."
"Put down the Yellow Dragon Fruit and kill yourself!" he said proudly.
Qi Yong Ye and the others were half angered to death; was there such bullying?
"In the end, it's still the Yellow Dragon Fruit." Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "You guys go first, leave this place to me."
"You …" Qi Yong Ye and the others hesitated.
"You guys still don't believe me?" Ling Han raised his eyebrows, brimming with confidence.
"Let's go!" Qi Yong Ye and the others originally suspected that he was Ling Han, and now they had no more doubts, turning to leave. If they stayed here, not only would they not be able to help Ling Han, they'd instead be a hindrance.
"Such big words!" The purple-clothed youth sneered. A mere junior in the first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier dared to say he could block them, where did this courage come from? He immediately pounced, wanting to block Qi Yong Ye and the others.
Ling Han similarly moved, his iron sword unsheathed, shua, Sword Qi crisscrossed.
The purple-clothed youth was forced to stop. He stretched out a hand to wipe, and a wound actually appeared on his cheek from the Sword Qi. He couldn't help but be furious, and said, "Damn, you dare injure me!"
"So what?" Ling Han said indifferently.
"Die!" The purple-clothed youth pounced again, but this time his target was Ling Han. As he stretched out his fists and slashed his legs, the will of Martial Art circulated. His battle prowess was extremely shocking, at least ten stars.
To possess battle prowess three stars above his tier at the Spiritual Ocean Tier, this was extremely remarkable.
Ling Han didn't dare to be careless. Ding, ding, ding, ding, the long sword danced swiftly, Sword Qi soaring into the sky. The Four Seasons Sword Technique was smooth and smooth, battling fiercely with the purple-clothed youth.
Phone reading was more refreshing!
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