Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 258 Battle of the Holy Walker

There was an uproar and exclamation everywhere.

The Qinglian Sword Sect looked at the figure bursting out with powerful spiritual power, and the smile on his face gradually solidified. The 19-year-old Saint Walker is definitely a genius among geniuses. He is very likely to shape the existence of Godhead, and he is absolutely unrivaled !
"Haha, Senior Brother Chong Lin is a holy warrior, so he's a winner!"

"What kind of yellow-haired kid came up here, just want to beat Senior Brother Chong Lin? Kill this arrogant kid!"

"Let them know that our Zhandaomen is the real overlord of this domain!"

The disciples of Zhan Dao Sect looked at the figure who looked like a God of War, their eyes were full of light, they talked excitedly, glanced at Bei Han with disdain, and sarcasm endlessly.

The disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect were speechless, feeling very aggrieved, and clenched their fists tightly. They knew that this battle would repeat the same scene countless times, and they would fail again...

Everyone turned their attention to the other boy.

Everyone used to think that he could help his sect fight this battle and win the final victory, but the result now completely shattered their self-confidence.

Although the realm of holy martial arts is only changed by one word from the realm of blood martial arts, the difference between them is a world of difference, and the word 'holy' can explain too many problems.

This level of life aptitude has completed the second transformation.

It is far from comparable to blood fighters!
Even if there is an infinitely close holy warrior, facing a real holy warrior is not an all-in-one enemy.

This gap is similar to the difference between the elementary martial artist and the peak innate martial artist, it is a qualitative change!
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"Oh, really? But I don't think so!"

At the moment when everyone was whispering and talking, suddenly a calm voice came from the sky, and then everyone's eyes were focused on that young man.

"Why, hasn't this kid given up yet?"

"It's good not to be afraid of fighting, but such a mortal battle has no meaning at all."

Looking at Beihan and Zhan Zhonglin, he also stretched his muscles and bones slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said very indifferently: "If you really want to give me your Martial God Mark, then I will reluctantly accept it... ..."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability or not."

Beihan also stood calmly on the quicksand, talking and laughing under the pressure of the opponent's holy force.

"Oh? I don't know what qualifications you have to fight with me now, is the Tianyuan attack technique? This is simply a play, and it is not enough in front of me!"

Facing Beihan's calmness, Zhan Zhonglin frowned slightly. This kind of speaking gesture should be his fault. Beihan's performance gave him a strong desire to kill.

"You'll know if you've tried it, come on!"

As he spoke, the stream of sand suspended in Beihan's chest suddenly unfolded, and a surge of energy burst out from that body, and the power of heaven descended. This strong energy fluctuation, in contrast, made Zhan Chonglin's aura even stronger. Slightly at a disadvantage.

Shock was written in everyone's eyes, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The power is as powerful as the sky, and the holy power is in the world, unrivaled!

Bei Han folded his arms, and after the opponent had fully released his power, a boundless power burst out from that thin body, and that power was not even the slightest difference from the former, and even faintly won. Get ahead of the opponent.

Beihan is also a Saint Walker!
"how can that be?!"

Mo Dao stared blankly at the figure, his lips trembling slightly, unable to believe the fact in front of him.

He pursued this realm and worked hard for decades. When he reached Wu Zong's Ninth Layer, in order to step out of that heavenly moat, he cut himself down and fell to the innate realm, but now he still can't break through that barrier.

But this unremarkable young man in front of him actually did it.

Mo Dao looked at that figure, his heart was full of joy, but also full of bitterness.

He is only 16 years old!

A 16-year-old Saint Walker, and he also came from the low-level Tianwu world with few resources. This young man's aptitude may not even be described as monstrous, it can be called heaven-defying.

"It's really unexpected that Qinglian Sword Sect still has a number one figure like you."

At this moment, Zhan Zhonglin put away his previous haughty posture, and tightly clenched the knife in his hand, his whole body's muscles tensed up, his spiritual essence mobilized his spiritual power to fill all the meridians in his body, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The two young men stood in the air, and the vast spiritual power formed a force of rivalry in the air.

No one spoke anymore. At this moment, everyone shut their mouths in tacit understanding, looking forward to the peak battle that was rarely seen in ten years.

next moment!Moved!

Fast as lightning, moving like a dragon, to everyone's surprise, Bei Han chose the same tactic as Zhan Chonglin at this moment—melee combat!

Taking advantage of one's own weaknesses and attacking the other's strengths, Beihan's approach is a blatant contempt for the opponent.

"Arrogance!" Zhan Zhonglin yelled angrily, expressing his anger at Beihan's choice.

boom--

Following a violent spiritual riot, the Golden God of War and the God of Fire God of War collided completely together, the swords criss-crossed, the sound of piercing the air was hunting, and the sand spears stabbed fiercely, like a dragon flying out of the sea, flying towards the sky, invincible .

That kind of speed was extremely fast. Facing Zhan Zhonglin, who was good at sharp knives, Beihan's Youlun pupil circle was fully displayed, and the opponent's movements were displayed in front of Beihan without the slightest flaw.

But at this moment, Beihan was still at a disadvantage.

Although the current Beihan can see the opponent's movements clearly, seeing clearly does not mean that Beihan can keep up with the opponent's movements. Compared with vision, Beihan's own movement speed is too slow.

Sometimes Beihan clearly knew that the opponent was going to attack there, but Beihan just couldn't stop him. Therefore, after only a short time since the melee combat started, Beihan had already suffered multiple knife wounds, and the blood stained the cyan robe.

Legs, arms, chest... Beihan's body had at least a dozen more wounds at the moment, and blood was spraying profusely. Beihan was completely at a disadvantage.

"Now you know how stupid you are, it's too late!"

Looking at Bei Han whose face was gradually turning pale, Zhan Chonglin's eyes were filled with pleasure, the wind-like saber technique danced so fast that the spectators below could even see clusters of saber lights, and they couldn't figure out the trajectory of their battle at all.

bang——

Following the fierce confrontation between the Sand Spear and the Fiery Red Long Saber, Bei Han and Zhan Zhonglin flew to both sides.

Beihan was soaked in blood all over his body, and he looked extremely terrifying, but this injury was nothing to Beihan. He had suffered too many injuries like this in these years of cultivation, and he treated them as usual.

"Sand-bound coffin!"

Looking at Zhan Zhonglin in the distance, Bei Han frowned, and controlled his original sand to strike towards the opponent swiftly. The blue sand flow was like a arrow piercing through the air, raising a huge sound wave, possessing great power .

Faced with such a violent blow, Zhan Zhonglin Wen remained motionless, the fiery long knife slashed through the air, and immediately mixed with the power of surging flames, countless blade glows spewed out from the long knife.

Aim directly at the sand flow.

wow——

The two fierce offensives collided head-on, and immediately a shock wave of spiritual power visible to the naked eye swept away. The two spiritual powers of fiery red and blue were confronting each other, wriggling crazily, trying to destroy each other.

"Break it for me!"

Seeing the stalemate between the two strands of spiritual power, Zhan Chonglin's eyes sank, and the spiritual power in his body erupted completely at this moment. With one swing of the knife, the flames suddenly burst into flames, and tens of thousands of sword lights flew out again.

The huge spiritual power finally suppressed the spiritual power impact formed by the original sand, and finally rushed away with a bang.

However, just after the sand of origin was washed away, it scattered slowly towards Zhan Chonglin's side.

Looking at the scattered sand flow, Zhan Chonglin smiled, his ferocious face full of murderous intent, while Bei Han stood very opposite to Zhan Chonglin, making seals with both hands.

Sand gathering is hard and unparalleled, and sand loosening is as soft as water. How could Beihan's sand technique be so simple.

brush--

After the sand flow suspended around Zhan Zhonglin approached Zhan Zhonglin, Beihan immediately formed a seal, and the scattered sand flow immediately seemed like countless excited flying ants pounced on Zhan Zhonglin who was laughing wildly in an instant.

"Sand-bound coffin!"

With such a short distance, Beihan can definitely trap the opponent.

And Zhan Zhonglin was very sensitive, and when the sand flow was surging, he immediately noticed the strangeness of the floating sand around him, and immediately retreated behind him.

But it was still a step too late, his left arm was tightly imprisoned by the sand flow, and he couldn't move at all.

"Ah - open it for me!"

Under the strong and dangerous opportunity, Zhan Zhonglin raised his head to the sky and screamed, with great power, he wanted to shake off the shackles of the sand-bound coffin, but only a small part of the sand flow collapsed, and his left arm was still tightly wrapped in the sand.

"Sandstorm Funeral!"

Looking at Zhan Chonglin who was struggling, Beihan's pupils shrank slightly, and a strong killing intent shot out. With his right hand in the depths, he closed it forcefully, and suddenly a huge spiritual power swept across the world.

The tightly packed stream of sand exploded like a cannonball.

Accompanied by bursts of blood rain, Zhan Zhonglin was suspended in the mid-air, crumbling, half of his body was stained red with blood, at this moment he had lost his left arm, and the blood poured out crazily along the severed arm.

In a long-distance battle, Beihan is still slightly better!
(End of this chapter)