I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 46: Forty-eight: Kill

Seeing Fang Han's sudden burst of innate star blade power, Tang Luo was a little amazed.

The Xiantian Star Knife is not so much a sword move, as it is a Yujin method that uses a spiritual energy to transform the knife. According to the level of personal cultivation and understanding, the power is also very different, but what is certain is that this Yujin method is an entry-level application , Most of them are in the Transcendence.

And Fang Han can use this type of "Tibetan" with his cultivation in the Mortal Realm. There is no doubt that he is a true martial arts genius.

Fang Han observed that there was no Tang martial artist around him, and finally stood up straight, arched his hands towards Tang Luo and said lightly, "Master."

Tang Luo glanced at Fang Han Jie's appearance and said, "The way you look now is more pleasing to my eyes than the appearance of humility."

Fang Han's expression turned gloomy when he heard Tang Luo's words, and he was silent.

If you are so proud in your heart, why do you pretend to be a slave? Tang Luo snorted, took out the fake star from his arms, and asked, "Do you know this?"

Fang Han squinted his eyes and glanced at the star in Tang Luo's hand, his eyes flashing cold and he didn't want to answer.

Tang Luo shook his head and threw the imitation star in his hand into Lingjiang.

"Let's talk about it, why run."

Fang Han looked at Tang Luo's face and said word by word: "The treasures of the world can only be occupied by those who can."

"You mean, I don't deserve to hold a star?" Tang Luo really laughed at the dog in front of him.

Fang Han straightened his body and pointed at Tang Luo, his face full of disdain: "If I had practiced martial arts since I was a child and had a star in my hands, I am already at the pinnacle of transmutation today, and you are just a waste of aura. "

Hey I have a bad temper. Tang Luo raised his eyebrows, this **** dared to talk to himself like this.

However, Fang Han couldn't feel Tang Luo's anger, or even if he felt it, he didn't care about it, so he continued: "Master, I want you to send the star to me. I will not kill you. Hope. Don't make yourself mistaken."

"Do you still want to kill me?" Tang Luo grinned and couldn't believe his ears.

A thief, the white-eyed wolf threatens himself?

Tang Luo looked at Fang Han disdainfully, and hooked him.

"I'm standing here, will you kill me and see?"

"Master, don't force me." Fang Han threatened in a low voice with murderous intent in his eyes.

The killing intent was overflowing in the eyes of the master and servant looking at each other.

After the setting sun had fallen on the mountain, a large shadow began to cover the earth, as if it had opened a dark curtain for the relationship between master and servant.

Tang Luo chuckled and raised his right hand, with five "strikes in the wind" force, wrapped around his fingers to condense.

The hesitation in Fang Han's eyes dissipated and turned into a clear light. The silver-white Qi blade exploded from his body, one after another, and in a blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred silver lights surrounding him, marking him like a heavenly person.

Fang Han has studied the "Tibetan Front" very deeply.

Tang Luo ignored the light blades that surrounded Fang Han's body that could break bones and cut flesh. He raised his right hand and walked forward, not fast, but with extremely firm steps, as if he saw Fang Han as nothing.

Seeing Tang Luo's arrogant attitude, Fang Han was irritated: "This is your own death."

He released more than a hundred Dao Qi blades that had been transformed by the spiritual energy in his body, ready to kill Tang Luo in one fell swoop.

This type of "Hidden Front Explosive Blade" is the strongest killer move he can use now. He feels no pressure to kill an ordinary person who is not even in the Mortal Realm.

For his own strength, he is still very confident.

This is not pretentious, but the invincible confidence built up by his victory in battles. The experience of fighting with victorious battles made him know his position in the mortal realm warrior. He felt that he called himself invincible in the mortal realm. There should be nothing wrong.

And the "hidden front blasting blade" is his biggest capital in disregard of the mortal realm. Although this is only the simplest one of the Xianchen Knives, it is not easy to cultivate.

With the spiritual energy turned into a qi blade, warmly cultivated in the dantian qi sea, the aura is soft, so no amount of dantian will feel. However, after transforming the spiritual power into a spiritual blade with a special qi movement method, it appears extremely sharp, making the lower abdomen sting all the time.

Generally, a warrior in the Mortal Realm can cultivate more than fifty spiritual blades, but Fang Han has cultivated a whole hundred and fifty spiritual blades with his cultivation base.

These spirit blades exploded at the same time, allowing him to explode the power of the ultimate move of the Transcendence Realm. The sinking wood just two meters square was turned into sawdust under the explosion of fifty spirit blades.

And the remaining one hundred spirit blades exploded at the same time, and they wanted to send the young master in front of them to heaven.

Although he didn't think Tang Luo would be his opponent, but the lion was fighting the rabbit and doing his best, Fang Han would not be careless.

With the killing intent in his heart determined, he wrapped the spirit blade around his body and dashed towards Tang Luo.

More than a hundred "hidden front" spirit blades seemed to feel the master's killing intent, and the spirit blades around the body turned crazily, and finally gathered together to form a huge spirit blade, directly facing Tang Luo's throat.

The two of them were less than ten meters away, and they were about to collide in an instant, and the long sword transformed by the spirit blade was only half a meter away from Tang Luo's body.

"Goodbye, Young Master Tang."

A cold light flashed in Fang Han's eyes, pushing his palms forward, and he wanted to control the spirit sword to plunge into Tang Luo's throat.

As if he could see the blood spurting from Tang Luo's throat broken by the spirit blade, Fang Han read a eulogy for Tang Luo in his heart.

"What a fool!"

Tang Luo looked at Fang Han who was getting closer and screamed, and the five fingers of his right hand that had been held up all the time were pressed together, and the five "wind-strike" forces were instantly entangled together, and suddenly a burst was born in the palm of his hand. An extremely powerful airflow.

The five powers that were originally not thick with fingers twisted around each other, but they became thicker and larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a flash, they rolled into a white spiral tornado with the thickness of a pillar and drilled toward Fang Han's chest.

The huge tornado collided with the spirit blade with extremely surging strength.

The long knives made up of Hundred Dao "Hidden Front" spirit blades were shattered by the tornado as soon as they touched. The knives gathered together were reshaped into spirit blades, which were rolled into a part of it in strength.

The tornado with the spirit blade crushed the spirit blade and drilled towards Fang Han again, at an amazing speed.

In fact, from Tang Luo's curse, Fang Han secretly said that it was bad, but he didn't expect the situation to turn into this instantly.

He wanted to retreat, it was too late, the tornado with spirit blades was already in front of him.

Fang Han felt anxious and shook his mind, thrusting his foot into the soil and turning up a rock, blocking his chest.

At this time, Tornado Qi Jin had crushed the spirit sword and drilled in Fang Han's chest.

The boulder only blocked it for a moment before it was crushed into dust, but at least it blocked the most violent wave of the tornado.

Without this huge stone, Fang Han’s body would be pierced by a tornado, and blocking the drill bit, but unable to avoid the ensuing surging strength, Fang Han was pierced into the sky by the huge tornado, and his body was twisted. Twist.

Fang Han's clothes and pants were torn in an instant, and his body was also covered with knife marks, spurting blood out.

The tornado was mixed with spiritual blades, as sharp as blades, and he tossed in it, as if more than a hundred small knives were lingering on him, and the blossoming snow exploded in the air, but he couldn't drip the strength.

The pure white tornado instantly turned blood.

The tornado pierced Fang Han to an altitude of more than twenty feet. This vigorous force disappeared, and a shower of blood rose from the sky.

A naked blood man fell from the sky and fell feebly to the ground.

The falling body speed was getting faster and faster, Fang Han thought that if he didn't do anything, he would definitely die.

He turned around hard and faced the approaching ground, pushing his palms hard.

"Crack, click!"

"boom!"

Fang Han's arms were broken and his body was smashed to the ground.

Puff~

Fang Han spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he saw a small piece of internal organs.

Tap, tap, tap.

He raised his head with difficulty, his face covered with blood only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

"So, as a man, where did you hide Xingzi?" Tang Luo walked to the blood man, turned Fang Han's face with his feet, and asked faintly.

(End of this chapter)