Chapter 606 Ye Zheng
"Ling Xiao!"
The head of Sanqing Palace, Wu Yunzi, jumped up to catch his disciple.
As soon as Ling Xiao stood firm, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted, "Come again!"
He kicked the ground hard, jumped ten feet up, and smashed his right fist into the face of Hanba with a strong wind.
This blow was powerful enough to break monuments and split rocks, but it stopped abruptly the moment it touched Hanba's forehead.
That seemingly fragile head is actually harder than thousand-year-old black iron!
The recoil force caused Ling Xiao's tiger's mouth to break, but he did not retreat but advanced, sweeping out with his left leg.
The shadows of legs overlapped one another, so fast that they seemed to transform into thousands of crescent moons.
This is the "Thousand Waves" leg technique taught by Huo Qinghuang himself. Each strike can add to the previous force, making the kick stronger and stronger.
But Hanba just turned his head slightly, avoided the vital points, and allowed Ling Xiao's leg to kick him on the shoulder.
The shoulder that was as hard as fine steel did not move at all, but instead bounced Ling Xiao away.
In mid-air, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with broken teeth, staining the front of his shirt red.
“Get out of the way!”
A loud shout suddenly came from the direction of the ancient martial arts family.
Ye Zheng, the prodigy of the Ye family, leaped over.
Although this genius that the Ye family is proud of is only at the innate level, his combat power is close to that of the golden elixir level.
"Everyone help me!"
Ye Zheng turned into a golden afterimage and pounced on Hanba.
His palms glowed with metallic luster, and he activated the Ye family's unique skill "Genjin Posha Palm" with all his strength.
This attack condensed all the true energy, and even a Jindan cultivator had to temporarily avoid the attack.
Zhang Qingyuan forced himself to use thunder magic again. The Mingxuan sword light split into seventy-two rays, and disciples from various factions took out their magic weapons one after another.
The sky was filled with bright light, which submerged the drought demon. The shock wave from the explosion overturned half of the stands.
In the smoke and dust, a bony hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Zheng's throat.
The figure of Hanba slowly appeared.
It was completely unharmed, and there was not even a wrinkle on the dragon robe.
Ye Zheng's face turned purple, and the Gengjin true energy melted like ice and snow between Hanba's fingers.
"How dare you, evil creature!"
The Shaolin abbot's eyes were wide open with anger, and he didn't even have time to chant the Buddha's name before the Vajra Subduing Demon Staff flew out of his hand.
Without even turning his head, Hanba casually waved his other hand, and the most precious treasure of Buddhism was melted into molten iron.
“Too perverted!”
"This is going to be a total annihilation!"
Someone on the sidelines murmured.
At this time, dozens of monks and warriors had fallen in a pool of blood.
There were more than a dozen charred corpses emitting a stench like barbecue.
That was caused by the burning of the corpse poison released by the drought demon.
This scene was broadcast live around the world, and everyone, regardless of nationality or race, held their breath.
There was a brief vacuum in the barrage, and then it exploded with countless exclamations:
[Is this really something that humans can fight against? ]
[The monks of Dragon Country are seeking their own death! ]
[The guy in red just smashed the ring with one punch, but his opponent's hair wasn't even messed up! ]
[Look at the genius of the Ye family. He can fight against the golden elixir at the Xiantian level. What a pity...]
[How can those bastards in the Vatican still laugh? What on earth are they thinking? ]
At this moment, all netizens saw that the foreign psychics had retreated to the very edge, and some even quietly moved towards the exit.
One of the blond men had a cruel smile on his face and was saying something to his companion.
A netizen who knew lip reading in the live broadcast room immediately began to translate:
[That person said that letting them all die here would just weaken the power of the East...]
[Damn! Are they still human? ]
[God! I hope that horrible monster will be destroyed soon! ]
[Where is Huo Qinghuang? Isn't she very powerful? Does she just hide when something happens? ]
[Shut up, hater! Huo Qinghuang had already announced that he would be in seclusion and not come out, and he didn't even participate in the competition, so how could he know that something went wrong?! ]
[Haha! Anyway, she is a coward for not avoiding battle! ]
[Fuck you! If you dare to slander Master Huo, tell me your address and I will challenge you one-on-one!]
[Let's fight alone! She is a coward! If she were here, how could so many people from the major sects be killed or injured? ]
[So you don't blame the drought demon that hurt people, but instead blame an uninformed person? ]
[Nimma! I have such a bad temper! ]
The hostility on the Internet is getting more and more serious, and the evil energy between heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger, as if some kind of energy is brewing.
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In the 749 General Office, Long Weihua frowned as he looked at the bronze jar in front of him: "Senior Tushan, why is this Blood Dragon Child silent?"
Not long ago, he was very envious of the blood dragon boy left behind by Songchai, so he begged Tushan Yuhua to secretly take it back.
Tushan Yuhua is the saint of the fox clan. When has he ever done such a sneaky thing?
So after taking the bronze jar, he threw his sleeves and left the scene.
After he left, Kuiniu didn't want to stay any longer.
I thought I could participate in this superpower exchange competition, but it turned out to be a fight between a group of ants.
Kuiniu naturally lost interest and followed Tushan Yuhua listlessly.
After his two main supporters left, Long Weihua missed the Blood Dragon Boy and had no choice but to leave as well.
"If you eat too much, you need to digest it."
Tushan Yuhua said calmly, "If everything is fine, I will go to practice."
What he didn't say was that with him around, Blood Dragon Boy wouldn't dare to make any noise.
However, Blood Dragon Boy also looked down on him and had some opinions about Long Weihua.
The world is about to change drastically, but these mortals are not seizing the time to practice cultivation, but are still competing and suppressing each other. I don't know how many of them will survive.
As soon as Kuiniu came back, he went to sleep without any sense of crisis at all.
"If there is nothing serious going on, it would be best for Bureau 749 not to join in the fun. If you have the time, you should think about how to appease the people when the time comes."
Tushan Yuhua warned.
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
At this moment, the office door was pushed open and the guy with a flat head ran in hurriedly holding a tablet.
"Boss! Something big has happened!"
Long Weihua suddenly panicked for no reason, and pretended to be calm and scolded: "Why are you so flustered? Senior Tushan is here, there is nothing that can't be solved."
As he said this, he smiled seriously at Tushan Yuhua.
Tushan Yuhua ignored him, her eyes fell on the tablet, her expression changed slightly.
Following his gaze, Long Weihua then looked at the tablet.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he cried out in shock: "What, what kind of monster is this?"
"Hanba."
Tushan Yuhua narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
He had just returned from the arena and had not noticed the existence of Hanba at all before.
To be exact, not even a trace of the drought demon was detected.
It is not difficult to see from the video that although this drought demon looks ferocious, it has only the cultivation level of the True Immortal Stage.
So how did it hide from my perception?
"Hanba?!"
Tushan Yuhua's throat was broken as she stared in disbelief at the live broadcast on the tablet.
At this moment, in the center of the arena, Mingxuan was standing in the air holding a Tai Chi sword.
This talented disciple from Mount Wudang, who had practiced Tai Chi sword to the level of "sword light differentiation", now had veins bulging on his forehead.
He held the sword in both hands and slowly drew a circle. The yin and yang energies condensed into two black and white light balls at the tip of the sword.
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