A Good Romance
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Ling Han cracked a smile, and said, "Come, this time you can only die with a grievance!"
His eyes also revealed a murderous intent. Being provoked by Jia Ming time and time again, it made him want to kill. As long as he could kill, he would absolutely not be lenient.
Jia Ming snorted, knowing that he couldn't kill Ling Han just by relying on the suppression of a large realm. He growled, a strange sound coming from his throat, and the veins all over his body bulged, as if something terrifying was going to drill out of his body.
Ling Han didn't dare to underestimate him. His opponent's battle prowess had obtained the approval of the Martial Art Stone, suppressing the prodigies of all ages and ranking 51st. Although this wasn't his current peak battle prowess, he still couldn't be careless.
Underestimating any prodigy, it was extremely possible for him to plant the seed of annihilation.
"Four Styles of Devil Snake!" Jia Ming shouted loudly, charging towards Ling Han. His fist blasted out, aiming straight for Ling Han's lower abdomen.
Ling Han raised his hand to block the attack. Pa, his palm slashed at his opponent's wrist, but his opponent's wrist was like a ball of flour, actually twisting around and striking towards his chest, the sharp blade in his hand emitting a cold light.
Ling Han was astonished. Was this guy a spineless coward? How could he deform his hand like this?
This wasn't just comprehending the soft side, but some kind of secret technique.
Like a snake, yes, it was the bones of a snake!
Ling Han's body abruptly bent backwards, slashing at the swing of the curved blade. It was practically impossible for an ordinary elemental energy martial artist to perform such an action. Only a body cultivator could make the body react so quickly.
Furthermore, Ling Han seemed to have been chopped in half by a blade, the degree of bending of his upper body was even more unimaginable.
Jia Ming swung his fist again, but this time his arm had transformed into a large snake. The snake's head opened, biting 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 couldn't dodge in time. Pu, this punch instantly pierced through Ling Han.
"En." Jia Ming frowned. His attack did not hit Ling Han.
"Zi," Ling Han transformed into a flash of lightning and fled thirty feet away. He reappeared and said with a smile, "I almost fell for it. Not bad, this move is not bad. One move after another, it does have some standard."
He had already cultivated the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven to the small success stage, so of course his speed was fast.
"It's more than just a little. 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 the genius of the Earth Dragon Sect, the Martial Art Master Shi Liuming. Furthermore, he was an entire realm higher than Ling Han. Whether it was in terms of power or battle prowess, he had the upper hand. If it were not 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.
Even so, Ling Han was becoming more and more passive, only able to exchange one or two moves out of ten.
"Today is the day you die!" Jia Ming let out a long howl. He wanted to kill Ling Han in one go.
"It sounds better than a song," Ling Han said calmly. He was only testing to what extent his physique's defense could reach. Right now, it was also not a reflection of his full battle prowess.
"I will write these words on your tombstone, and let the world know that there is such an arrogant idiot who is still so stubborn even when death is at hand!" Jia Ming laughed loudly, and his curved blade shone with a cold glint.
This was very frightening, and could pose a great threat to Ling Han's defense. After all, it was a high-grade Spirit Tool, and coupled with Jia Ming's even stronger strength, it could even tear apart eighth-tier rare metal.
Ling Han no longer passively took a beating. He took out the Revere Life Sword, raised it horizontally in his hand, and pointed it at Jia Ming, saying, "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, and exceeded his imagination.
"You can die under this sword without regrets!" Ling Han brandished his sword and attacked. Previously, without a sword in hand, he was unable to maximize the power of the Sword Ray, but it was different now. The Revere Life Sword was made from some Godly metal, and added with the Evil Qi formed by the formation patterns, the Sword Ray unleashed naturally had stronger destructive power.
Shua, the Sword Ray swept out, as if it could destroy heaven and earth, extremely terrifying.
"Hmph, I'm in the Deity Transformation Tier, do you think I'll be afraid of you!" Jia Ming snorted coldly, and waved his fist. The Ray turned into Qi, and condensed into 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 extremely terrifying, and it twisted those large snakes into pieces.
Jia Ming's expression was livid. He knew that this sword was very powerful, but he did not expect it to reach such a level. Its 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 a peerless weapon, but also a formation, a peerless killing formation. How could anyone break through this?
Jia Ming howled, and finally unleashed his ultimate move. The phantom of the large snakes behind him disappeared, and it turned into a real Earth Dragon. This kind of action caused him incomparable pain, and his face was covered with blue veins as if they were about to burst.
After he roared, the phantom of the Earth Dragon behind him finally stabilized, and it emitted an ancient, primordial aura.
At the beginning of the world, an Earth Dragon tunneled out from the crack between heaven and earth, ancient and mysterious.
The Earth Dragon raised its head. It had no facial features, only a mouthpart. Its entire body was dark red, 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 it could not be measured with common sense. In an instant, it arrived in front of Ling Han, and fiercely bit down. But because it was not a physical body, it naturally could not cause any substantial damage. Its entire body surged past, as if a shadow had streaked past.
Jia Ming, however, laughed loudly, and said, "Ling Han, you are already a dead man!"
His face was a little pale, but he wore a carefree smile.
This was his true trump card, and it had activated the power of his bloodline. Because his ancestral blood was not at its peak density, it was very strenuous for him to use such a big move, and it would even cause a certain backlash.
But it did not matter. Although this Earth Dragon was a phantom, and could not cause any damage to a physical body, it specialized in hurting one's divine spirit!
Ling Han's divine spirit should have been devoured by the Earth Dragon. Even if it had not completely disappeared, there was only a shred of it left at most. How much strength did he have left to fight?
He let out a long roar, and charged towards Ling Han. This time, he wanted to completely kill Ling Han.
With a burst of brute force, he rushed out like an angry arrow, and instantly arrived in front of Ling Han. The curved blade 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.
With Ling Han's current state, was it still okay?
Die!
A cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth. Finally, he could behead this great thorn in his side.
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