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Chapter 653

Words:1735Update:22/06/28 09:03:02

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As soon as the zither music stopped, ripples appeared once more. The sound of footsteps rang out from the tunnel once more. Two figures arrived at the same time from the front and back.

One was an elegant and beautiful female immortal with an otherworldly temperament. The other was a tall and wild-looking youth. However, at this moment, their bodies were smeared with the blood of the Mahoraga to repel the snakes. They were Angel Ling Xin and Xue Wanlu.

Angel Ling Xin had been hiding in the snake cave to recover from her injuries these past few days. Now, she had completely recovered. When she heard the sounds of battle, she came to watch. The first thing she saw was Xu Tingxian lying in a pool of blood. Her beautiful eyes widened. "Young Master Xu, how could this be?"

Xue Wanlu was the same. He and the angel both knew that the other party was hiding in the snake cave. They had been hiding for a few days and were feeling stifled. When they heard the sounds of battle, they immediately rushed over. They were pleasantly surprised. "Is that the Buddha Heart Sarira?"

Xue Wanlu's gaze was attracted by the Sarira in Yaksha King's hand. Although he had never seen it before, he could guess its origins from the holy light it emitted.

"Give it to me!" The Asura Daolord had always done things in a simple and efficient manner. He knew the importance of the Buddha Heart Sarira. Xue Wanlu did not say much. He reached out and tried to snatch the Buddha Heart Sarira.

"Don't even think about it!" How could Yaksha King allow him to succeed? He spun around to avoid Xue Wanlu's attempt. His left hand gripped the Sarira tightly, and the sword in his right hand stabbed out ruthlessly towards Xue Wanlu.

"Come at me!" Xue Wanlu did not want to be outdone. His blood spear appeared in response, fighting strength with strength.

"Bang!" The two blades clashed, causing the air to explode. The force of the collision left mottled marks on the stone walls.

Xue Wanlu took half a step back, borrowing the force to retreat. Yaksha King had just broken through Xu Tingxian's sword qi killing formation, and his body was now covered in blood. Clashing head-on with Xue Wanlu's attack had immediately aggravated his injuries. The pain in his body made it difficult for him to concentrate, and his feet also loosened.

Just as Yaksha King was distracted and lost his footing, a long ribbon flew over and wrapped around his left wrist.

The Holy Daughter also knew the importance of the Buddha's Heart Sarira, so she also joined in the fight. She raised her True Essence and pulled the dust a hundred feet long. Yaksha King felt his arm being pulled by a huge force, but he didn't want to let go. While he was in a deadlock, he felt a violent force of thunder and lightning surging through the white silk into his internal organs. It was Heaven's "Imperial Thunder" supernatural power. Yaksha King's entire body went numb, and he lost his balance. Together with the sarira, he flew towards Holy Daughter Ling Xin.

"That is mine!" Xue Wanlu had created an opening, so how could he allow Ling Xin to reap the benefits without doing anything? Immediately, he pushed off the ground and aggressively raised his spear to intercept.

Holy Daughter Ling Xin was already prepared. One hand was still holding onto the dust, while the other formed a lotus seal. She gently pushed her hand forward, using the famous Buddhist technique, "Buddhist Lotus Sacred Seal."

Xue Wanlu didn't dare to be careless. He ignored the sarira and focused all his attention on the attack. His Shura Battle Qi surged, and a dozen crimson spear lights shot out to meet the Buddhist Lotus Sacred Seal.

"Boom!"

The two attacks collided, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble. But just as the two of them were about to exchange blows, a silhouette appeared. Yaksha King took advantage of this brief moment to spin in the air, releasing the Ten Zhang Light Dust from his wrist and escaping.

"You're in the way!" Xue Wanlu glared at Holy Daughter Ling Xin.

"Same to you!" The Holy Daughter glared back, unwilling to be outdone.

Their gazes met, creating invisible sparks in the air. Then the two of them attacked at the same time.

As for Yaksha King, although he had suffered some losses, he now had a rough estimate of his opponent's strength, so he wasn't afraid. With a swing of his sword, black Sword Qi shot out.

The three of them were all enemies. At this moment, they were showing off their strength, starting a three-way battle.

Bai Ling's energy was vigorous and unpredictable. The black sword was unparalleled and crafty. The crimson spear was ruthless and violent, bloodthirsty and domineering.

Sometimes the three of them fought on their own, and sometimes they teamed up. Just now, Holy Daughter Ling Xin and Xue Wanlu were fighting Yaksha King, but in the blink of an eye, it was Yaksha King and Holy Daughter attacking Xue Wanlu together. At the critical moment, Yaksha King suddenly turned around and attacked Holy Daughter Ling Xin with Xue Wanlu … It was like a flashing lantern, constantly changing, dazzling the audience. The snake cave was also affected by the flames of battle, and it was riddled with holes.

After fighting for a while, although there was no clear victor, Xue Wanlu suddenly realized something that he couldn't accept. "What kind of joke is this? I'm the weakest link? "

Holy Daughter Ling Xin had a strong foundation, and her Quintessential Essence was endless. She was already a strong opponent. Yaksha King's sword skills were outstanding, and he had many magical powers. He was even more difficult to deal with. As the battle became more intense, Xue Wanlu was at his limit, and it was becoming more and more difficult for him to defend. Holy Daughter Ling Xin and Yaksha King seemed to be at ease.

Yaksha King's attacks were even fiercer, and he could always predict his opponent's moves. He seemed to be improving as the battle went on …

At this moment, Holy Daughter Ling Xin shouted, "His injuries are healing!"

Xue Wanlu was reminded, and his gaze turned to Yaksha King. Indeed, the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on!?" Xue Wanlu didn't understand.

Holy Daughter Ling Xin, on the other hand, had some clues. "He's gradually merging with the Jinnara magical power!"

Their bodies in this world came from the power of the Heavenly Book. As the power of the Heavenly Book moved, their physical injuries would heal faster. But what was even more troublesome was that Yaksha King was gradually mastering the Jinnara magical power.

With Garuda's vision and now Jinnara's hearing, Yaksha King's perception had reached an abnormally sensitive level. Whether it was dodging or blocking, it was getting easier and easier. And with his outstanding perception, his advantage in speed was fully displayed. His sword became faster and faster, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he became more stable and accurate.

"This can't go on!" Holy Daughter thought. She looked at Xue Wanlu, and coincidentally, Xue Wanlu looked at her at the same time.

Their gazes only met for a moment, and then the two seemed to have a tacit understanding and changed their battle tactics.

The Asura Daolord became stronger when the opponent was strong, and his competitive spirit was aroused. Every strike of his spear was infused with his will and soul. Originally, his spear was like a venomous snake, swift and swift, but he knew that he couldn't be faster than Yaksha King. His attacks became slower and slower, but with every stab of his spear, the air crackled. It was like thunder, and it was extremely sharp. It wasn't just a spear that stabbed out, but also a domineering and boundless fighting spirit.

Holy Daughter Ling Xin condensed her long silk into a bundle, turning it into the shape of a spear. She also used her spear moves. If Xue Wanlu's spear moves were extremely fierce, then her spear was a combination of hardness and softness. Sometimes it was straight as a line, and sometimes it was like a bowstring. It was as if it had a life of its own, and every strike was aimed at vital points.

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