Chapter 547

A Good Romance

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Ling Han broke into a smile, and said, "Come, this time, you can only die with a grievance."

His eyes also revealed killing intent. Having been repeatedly provoked by Jia Ming, his killing intent was also stirred. As long as he could kill, he would definitely not be lenient.

Jia Ming snorted. He knew that merely relying on the suppression of a major tier wouldn't be enough to kill Ling Han. He roared in a low voice, and a strange sound came from his throat. All the veins on his body bulged as if something terrifying was about to drill out of his body.

Ling Han didn't dare to underestimate him. Jia Ming's battle prowess had obtained the approval of the Stone of Martial Arts, suppressing the prodigies of all ages and ranking fifty-first. Although this wasn't his current peak battle prowess, he still couldn't be careless.

Underestimating any prodigy could very possibly plant the seed of the hatred of annihilation in him.

"Four Styles of Demon Snake!" Jia Ming shouted loudly, and charged towards Ling Han. His fist shot out, aiming straight for Ling Han's lower abdomen.

Ling Han raised his hand to block the attack. Pa, his palm slashed onto Jia Ming's wrist, but Jia Ming's wrist was like a ball of flour. It actually spun around and struck towards Ling Han's chest, the sharp blade in his hand emitting a cold light.

Ling Han was astounded. Could it be that this guy had soft bones? How could he deform his hand like that?

This wasn't just comprehending the soft side, but some kind of secret technique.

It was like a snake. Yes, it was the bones of a snake.

Ling Han's body abruptly bent backwards, blocking the swing of the curved blade. It was practically impossible for a normal Origin Power martial artist to perform such an action. Only a Body Cultivator could make the body react so quickly.

Moreover, it was as if Ling Han had been chopped in half by a saber. The degree of bending of his upper body was even more unimaginable.

Jia Ming swung his fist again. This time, his arm had transformed into a large snake. The snake's head opened and bit towards Ling Han. The black snake's head was vivid and lifelike, and its venomous fangs could be clearly seen.

This punch was really too fast, so fast that Ling Han didn't even have time to dodge. Pu, this punch instantly pierced through Ling Han.

"En." Jia Ming frowned. He did not manage to hit Ling Han with this attack.

Zi, Ling Han transformed into a flash of lightning and escaped ten meters away. He once again appeared, and said with a smile, "I almost got hit. Not bad, this move is not bad. One move after another, it does have some skill."

He had already cultivated the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven to the level of small accomplishment, so his speed was obviously fast.

"More than a little skill. It's more than enough to kill you!" Jia Ming raised his battle prowess, and charged towards Ling Han.

He was indeed tyrannical. He was a genius of the Earth Dragon Sect, had left his name on the martial arts stone, and was also a major tier higher than Ling Han. Whether it was power or battle prowess, he had the upper hand. If it wasn't for Ling Han's powerful recovery ability and the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven to avoid damage, he would definitely have been heavily injured by his opponent long ago.

Even so, Ling Han was becoming more and more passive. In ten moves, he could only return one or two moves.

"Today is the day you die!" Jia Ming gave a long shout. He wanted to kill Ling Han in a single blow.

"You say it better than you sing." Ling Han said calmly. He was only testing to what extent his physique's defense could reach, and this was also not a reflection of his full battle prowess.

"I'll write these words on your tombstone, and let the world know that there's such an arrogant idiot who's still so stubborn even when death is at hand!" Jia Ming laughed loudly, and the curved saber shone with a cold light.

This was extremely terrifying, and could pose a great threat to Ling Han's defense. After all, it was a high level Spirit Tool, and added with Jia Ming's even stronger power, it could even tear apart eighth-tier rare metal.

Ling Han no longer passively took a beating. He drew out the Revere Life Sword, raised it in his hand, and pointed it at Jia Ming, and said, "My sword will slash you!"

Jia Ming looked at this sword, and could not help but reveal a moved expression. He blurted out, "Formation patterns!"

This was obviously a sword, but it was actually covered in formation patterns. Strange, too strange, exceeding his imagination.

"You can die by this sword, so you can have no regrets!" Ling Han brandished his sword and charged out. Previously, without a sword in hand, he was unable to maximize the power of Sword Ray, but it was different now. The Revere Life Sword was made from some godly metal, and added with the murderous aura formed from the formation patterns, the Sword Ray that was unleashed naturally had stronger destructive power.

Shua, Sword Ray swept out, as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth, extremely terrifying.

"Heng, I'm in the Deity Transformation Tier, do you think I'd be afraid of you?" Jia Ming snorted coldly, and brandished his fist, turning Ray into Qi, which condensed into multiple large black snakes that pounced towards Ling Han to bite.

Pu, pu, pu, the formation patterns on the Revere Life Sword shone. There were only seven of them, but even so, it was still extremely terrifying, twisting those large snakes into pieces.

Jia Ming's expression was livid. He knew that this sword was very powerful, but he had never thought that it would reach such a level. The destructive power could only be described as terrifying.

How could there be such a treasured tool?

What Ling Han brandished was not as simple as an exceptional weapon, but also a formation. An exceptional killing formation … how could anyone break through this?

Jia Ming howled, and finally unleashed his ultimate move. The large snake's shadow behind him disappeared, and turned into a real earth dragon. This kind of action caused him incomparable pain. His face was covered with blue veins, as if they were about to burst.

After he gave a loud roar, the earth dragon's shadow behind him finally stabilized, emitting an ancient and desolate air.

At the beginning of the world, an earth dragon emerged from the crack between heaven and earth, ancient and mysterious.

The earth dragon raised its head. It did not have any facial features, and only had a mouthpiece. Its whole body was dark red in color, and one could clearly see its limbs. It was as if it could even ooze greasy bodily fluids, giving off an extremely disgusting feeling.

"Die!" Jia Ming pointed at Ling Han, and that earth dragon immediately pounced towards Ling Han.

So fast!

This was not a physical body, and could not be measured with common sense. In an instant, it had arrived in front of Ling Han, and ruthlessly bit down. However, because it was not a physical body, it was naturally impossible for it to cause any substantial damage. Its whole body surged past, as if a shadow had streaked past.

Yet Jia Ming laughed loudly, and said, "Ling Han, you are already a dead man!"

His face was a bit pale, yet he wore a carefree smile.

This was his true trump card, which drew upon the power of his bloodline. Moreover, because his ancestral blood was not yet dense to the extreme, using such a powerful move was very strenuous for him, and would even cause a certain degree of backlash.

But it was all right. Although this earth dragon was a shadow, and could not possibly cause any damage to a physical body, it specialized in hurting one's spirit!

Ling Han's spirit should have been swallowed by the earth dragon. Even if it had not completely disappeared, there would at most be a shred of it left, so how much strength would he have left to battle?

He gave a long roar, and charged towards Ling Han. This time, he was going to completely kill Ling Han.

With a burst of brute force, he shot out like an angry arrow, and instantly arrived in front of Ling Han. The curved saber in his hand slashed towards Ling Han's neck. The toughness of the physique was cultivated through cultivation, but the softness of the physique needed to be controlled.

Was Ling Han's current state still okay?

Die!

A cold smile hung at the corners of his lips. He could finally kill this great thorn in his side.

Cell phone reading was more refreshing!