It was the noble spirit of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, similar to Jian Hong's. It was a divine power that surpassed the limits of the physical body.
The noble spirit was vigorous. Every time a seemingly ordinary punch or kick came, its momentum was like a mountain torrent or an avalanche. It made Zhu Minglang, who was raising his sword to meet it, feel like he was fighting against a majestic and terrifying natural disaster instead of a monk.
His fist could collide with a sharp sword and was as hard as iron.
His arm could easily deflect the blade of the sword, causing the blade to become blunt.
His kick was like a ferocious brown beast from the Desolate Antiquity Era.
Zhu Minglang took a few steps back. He wasn't really afraid of the monk, but on the other side, a few Hellfire Fire Talismans flew over. If he didn't dodge, the flames that burned his soul would bring him great pain.
Just as he dodged the Hellfire Fire Talismans, a large swarm of banyan bees lined up into a greenish-black wall and came crashing down.
Zhu Minglang tore apart the wall of banyan bees with his sword. He spun on the spot and slashed the sword on the ground. A large flame burned on the sword.
The greenish-red flame attached itself to the sword and didn't disappear.
Zhu Minglang gathered all the strength in his body and waved the Bloodshed Sword in his hand. A greenish-red flame shadow flew out from his sword!
"Azure Dragon Sword!"
Zhu Minglang's sword danced. It was a Blazing Azure Dragon. The Blazing Azure Dragon hovered above Zhu Minglang's head as he danced with his sword. The dragon's body was huge and long, and the flames were dazzling …
The Wasp Demon Army coiled into a terrifying and strange cloud vortex. When Zhu Minglang's sword swept, the Blazing Azure Dragon swung its tail in the air. When Zhu Minglang raised his sword, the Blazing Azure Dragon pounced and bit. When Zhu Minglang turned his sword, the Blazing Azure Dragon twisted and killed!
The green and red blazing dragon annihilated countless Banyan Bees and dispersed the cloud. In the end, Zhu Minglang pointed the blazing sword in his hand at Yang Hua of the Noble Spirit Sect.
The Inferno Azure Dragon flew forward, and at the moment when it was about to disappear, it used its body of flames to collide with Monk Yang Hua.
Yang Hua took a horse stance and pushed his palms outwards. The brown Noble Spirit turned into a huge ancient bell and covered the monk's body. The flame dragon's body turned into a raging wave of fire and burned a sea of fire. However, the monk didn't seem to be afraid of the fire at all. His clothes didn't show any signs of being burned.
However, Zhu Minglang stepped on the flames as he approached. The Bloodshed Sword in his hand was still in a scorching state. The inscription patterns were branded on his skin, making him seem like he had a flaming golden body!
Zhu Minglang appeared in front of Monk Yang Hua and said, "Monk, you still have a long way to go. Don't play such tricks in the future. Use them for cultivation!"
"Let's see how you break my Noble Spirit Golden Bell!" Monk Yang Hua lifted one of his feet and stomped on the ground. It felt as if the ground had sunk a little.
At the same time, the Noble Spirit on his body became more vigorous. One could see that the ancient bell around him became more solid!
"Then watch carefully," Zhu Minglang said.
Suddenly, Zhu Minglang drew his sword. The sword was so fast that it left a shadow behind. Monk Yang Hua subconsciously shrank back. When he realized that Zhu Minglang's sword didn't break his Noble Spirit Golden Bell, Yang Hua couldn't help but smile.
"Swish!!!"
Another sword strike. The sword left an even deeper shadow in front of Monk Yang Hua. For a moment, Yang Hua thought that the sword had penetrated his Noble Spirit Golden Bell. It made Yang Hua feel a chill down his spine.
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! "
Zhu Minglang's speed suddenly became extremely fast. It was so fast that it looked as if there were seven or eight Sword Masters attacking Monk Yang Hua at the same time.
Zhu Minglang's sword was even faster. The sword shadow from the previous strike was still in the air. His next few strikes had already pierced out. Gradually, more and more sword shadows were left around Yang Hua's Noble Spirit Golden Bell. There were so many that it looked as if the outside of his Noble Spirit Golden Bell was densely packed with black swords!
Finally, Zhu Minglang's body and sword shadows became a line that pierced through Yang Hua's body. Only then did the sword shadows behind Zhu Minglang slowly disappear …
"Puchi puchi puchi ~ ~ ~ ~!"
The Noble Spirit Golden Bell directly collapsed. Monk Yang Hua, who was inside, looked as if his body was pierced by hundreds of swords and pulled out at the same time!
Blood spurted out from his head, chest, limbs, and back …
The powerful Noble Spirit Martial Ancestor expert was like a punctured bag of blood. He slowly fell down onto the blood flower that was painted with his own blood!
He Qingqian was on the side. She was about to throw out the Poison Talisman in her hand. After seeing this scene, her small hand couldn't help but tremble.
Zhu Minglang turned around and revealed a smile that made He Qingqian's hair stand on end. He said, "Do you also want to experience my Stab Technique? I guarantee that I'll avoid all the vital points."
"You monster, I admit defeat!" He Qingqian's small face was pale. She hurriedly put away the Poison Talisman.
She was only a Pseudo Monarch Rank Talisman Master. She couldn't even fight Monk Yang Hua head on, let alone face Zhu Minglang's terrifying sword techniques.
The expert had already fallen. It was better for a small Talisman Master like her, who maintained a distance to harass Yang Hua, to not embarrass herself.
"Hand over the brocade box and you can leave." Zhu Minglang said.
"I already gave it to the referee with a smoke signal before I came … Oh, be careful!" He Qingqian suddenly reminded Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang also felt a hidden murderous aura coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw a Ghost Dragon in front of him. The Ghost Dragon's terrifying claws were directly aimed at his heart!
Zhu Minglang couldn't dodge in time. Fortunately, he directly swung his sword.
Ghost Claw Heart Obliteration. This was a fatal blow. The person controlling the Ghost Dragon wanted to take Zhu Minglang's life!
However, just as its claws were about to pierce Zhu Minglang's chest, Zhu Minglang's body suddenly shone with the light of molten fire. These lights intertwined to form a Molten Fire Armor, protecting Zhu Minglang's chest.
The Ghost Dragon's claws failed. It immediately wanted to escape. However, Zhu Minglang's heart was already surging with killing intent. He glanced in the Ghost Dragon's direction and saw the Royal Zhao Chen, who was also shrouded in a gloomy aura. He saw his vicious eyes!
This guy had been pretending to be weak and had only let the Bone Dragon attack.
However, when he wasn't paying attention, he summoned an even more terrifying Ghost Dragon, who wanted to take his life!
Zhu Minglang wouldn't show any mercy to such a person, even if he was a member of the Royal Family!
"Isn't it good to be alive?"
Zhu Minglang said coldly.
He slowly raised the Bloodshed Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the sky behind him.
One breath, one breath. Zhu Minglang closed his eyes for a short while. When he opened his eyes, there was an intimidating look in his eyes!
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