Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 83 Confronting Zhao Ling (2)

"Don't be cowardly, brother is here." Qin Luo patted Qin Yan's shoulder to cheer him up.

Qin Yan rolled his eyes, ignored him, and took a few steps back. The violent fire aura in his body poured into the short sword in his hand continuously, and a little crimson luster emerged from the body of the dark and simple short sword. The sharp edge surged, and wisps of sharp sword energy whizzed around.

"Finish?" Zhao Ling glanced at Qin Yan, casually glanced at the short sword, didn't pay attention, looked at Qin Luo again, slowly raised his hand, with traces of black air wrapped around his fingertips, an astonishing wave Terrible aura surged out.

"The power of divine will." Qin Luo's eyes were slightly fixed, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, showing fear in his eyes. It was a mysterious power born out of the spirit of war. It was astonishingly powerful. It seemed weak, but in fact it could easily shatter gold and stone.

When the martial artist's cultivation base has been raised to the perfection of warming and nurturing, and the battle spirit has gradually become substantive, he can begin to comprehend the mystery of the battle spirit, and condense a strange and mysterious power, which is the power of divine will.

And the practice of concentrating the mind is to continuously condense the power of divine will, and integrate it into the aura and battle soul in the soul sea, transform the aura, endow the battle soul with wisdom, and make the aura more powerful and pure, which can be called For soul power, this kind of soul power is far beyond the comparison of ordinary aura, whether it is attack power or defense power, it is a qualitative change from aura to soul power!
Zhao Ling in front of him is only half-step in the state of concentration, but he has already begun to comprehend the mysteries of the fighting spirit. He has come into contact with that level of power, so he can't help being afraid.

"Come on, let me experience the strength of my number one genius in Qingshui City." Zhao Ling's voice was indifferent, deep and firm, extremely forceful, and the power of divine will coiled in his open palm, turning into various weapons. The shape is full of sharpness.

"What are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?" Qin Luo yelled angrily, the dragon chant came out of his body, and the mighty power burst out from his body, like little dragons roaring around his body, quickly gathering at his arms, a piece of A piece of hard scales emerged.

"Great Sun Flame King Body"

"Dragon Shadow Arm"

The huge and majestic Flame God in the soul sea roared up to the sky, burning the sky, and exploded with a bang, turning into waves of surging fiery and violent power pouring into his limbs and bones, his skin was glowing red, and his tough dragon scales The flames lingered and rose, and the breath became more and more terrifying.

Accompanied by the sound of a high-pitched dragon chant resounding through the forest, two majestic holy dragons surrounded his arms. His feet slammed on the ground, the ground split open, and his body flew out. The air in front was squeezed so that the air cannon exploded, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

Facing Zhao Ling who had condensed the power of divine will, he didn't dare to underestimate him. The two martial arts were used together and complemented each other, and the aura released was stronger than that of ordinary people with perfect nurturing conditions.

"Very strong, but a little bit worse."

Although Zhao Ling had seen Qin Luo's powerful combat power far beyond his own realm, he still showed a look of surprise when facing him directly, but he still didn't care too much, shook his head, and his voice was indifferent.

The perfect temperature and nourishment state and the half-step concentration state are completely two levels of existence. Although Qin Luo's combat power is strong, there is still a distance from the half-step concentration state.

The power of the mind in the palm circulates, turning into nine sharp knives in an instant, whistling sharply during the rotation, and turning the palms, the nine sharp knives are lined up in a row, whizzing out one after another, where the dead leaves on the ground are flying, Torn apart by Li Qi.

Qin Luo's expression was dignified, tough dragon scales emerged from his clenched fists, and the light flowed, and the double dragons wrapped around his arms, accompanied by swinging his fists, roaring and killing.

The dragon shadow swallowed the sharp blade that was shot at the head, dissolving the power within it, but the sharp blade was finally condensed by the power of divine will. It was unparalleled sharp and could break gold and stone. Dim.

Brilliant brilliance bloomed from the circulation of the fist, and surging power whizzed out, forming layers of protection, but was still torn apart by the sharp blades, the fist collided with the blade, sparks flew, and the clanging and trembling sound of metal and iron colliding Thorough rise.

Qin Luo's forward figure was blocked, his body trembled violently, and with a low growl, he shook the sharp blade away, the scales on his fist were broken, and a little blood was scattered.

He rushed in front of the calm and composed Zhao Ling, raised his fists high, and urged the dragon shadow arm again. The arms swelled instantly, the dragon shadow disappeared in a flash, and merged into the arm. The red armguards are also revealed.

The arm directly turned into a dragon arm, the scales were hideous, and traces of blood seeped out. The force was too strong, as if it was going to split his arm.

The Great Sun Flame King's body was running to the extreme, flames rose from the scales, and his body seemed to turn into a furnace. It was hot and scalding, and his blood was as hot as magma, bursting out with amazing power. His throat rolled, and he let out a hoarse growl, as if dragon chant.

An astonishing power erupted, and the air was exploding. Zhao Ling's calm and indifferent expression finally changed. He tapped the ground with his toes, and then he floated back. Follow him, turning into a layer of protection in front of him.

Qin Luo is like a shadow, with evil spirit rising in his eyes, the blood-gold dragon shadow entrenched in his pupils, a terrifying murderous intent is released, his arm turns into a dragon arm, densely covered with scales, and the scales on his clenched five fingers are tough and ferocious, shockingly Above the protective light curtain.

Ripples on the light curtain violently rippled and spread, Zhao Ling's face was gloomy, his body roared into the light curtain, and quickly flew back.

Qin Luo followed closely, danced wildly, let out a low growl like a dragon's roar, a huge force erupted from his fist, and a subtle cracking sound resounded, and before Zhao Ling could react, the sudden eruption The fist force directly shattered the light curtain, and it exploded like a mirror.

The dragon fist drove straight in, and when it was about to land on Zhao Ling's chest, the latter snorted angrily, spread his five fingers, surrounded by the power of divine will, blocked his chest like lightning, clasped it tightly, and was rushed away by that force After retreating more than ten meters, he put his feet on the ground, and the ground collapsed half a foot, and he stopped his retreating body.

"Get out of here!"

His face was gloomy, his eyes couldn't hide his anger, and he looked at Qin Luo full of murderous intent. A terrifying force erupted from him, which shocked Qin Luo's body violently, and shot him backwards tens of meters in embarrassment.

Zhao Ling didn't intend to give Qin Luo another chance, and after shaking him back, his body rushed out like a tyrannosaurus wrapped in a violent wave of air.

"You don't exist as a young master." An angry shout came, Qin Yan's breath was restrained, his face was slightly pale, and he was panting heavily, but the black dagger in his hand turned red, flames rose, and the sword The tip of the three-foot air blade was blown out, and an extremely fierce aura fluctuated throughout the air.

With a twist of his five fingers, the dagger was released from his hand and swirled flat on his chest. Both hands quickly formed seals. With a shock, the dagger turned into three and slowly rotated in front of his chest, exhaling fierce and terrifying sword energy.

(End of this chapter)