This devil can't get through

Chapter 110
Xia Qingyang maintained the rhythm of the battle with a cold face, from a rushing attack at the beginning to a perfect integration of offense and defense, which made Beiheng Lanzhi, who was highly nervous, very uncomfortable.

She wanted to win quickly, so she tried to attack for a while before... But she found that Xia Qingyang's background was also solid, and it could even be said to be unfathomable.

After her attack was completely blocked, she had to fall into a rather uncomfortable stalemate rhythm.

Another half an hour has passed, and the two sides have already exchanged thousands of tricks!

Not only martial arts techniques, but also various secret techniques emerge in endlessly.

But no one can win anyone.

Xia Qingyang always had to spare some strength to guard against the opponent's extremely sharp sword energy, and Beiheng Lanzhi also had to face that extremely weird palm strength and claw technique.

Both sides have fears and cannot exert their full strength.

At the same time, the more Beiheng Lanzhi fought, the more strange it became. The foundation of this bloody young man in front of him is so deep that he doesn't look like an ordinary disciple of the devil sect at all...it looks like an authentic cultivation method of the Taoist sect.

Although they were all covered up with blood fiends, she still noticed the unconcealable pure yin meaning in the other party's true energy.

She knew it was going to be difficult this time.

Therefore, he started provocative words: "Master bloody, are you just going to compete in physical strength with the little girl?"

Xia Qingyang paused when he heard the words, and then fired the Blood Front Arrow Curse and the Blood Fiend Flying Claws continuously... Then let's compare the consumption of true energy!

In fact, he can do anything, as long as he can consume this Beiheng Lanzhi.

Beiheng Lanzhi immediately wanted to dodge when she saw this posture.

However, Xia Qingyang's [Sentiment] and [God] both reached the third level.

He directly manipulated himself to activate his spells from the air, and encircled and suppressed Beiheng Lan Zhi without wasting a single bit.

Seeing this, Beiheng Lanzhi also stopped thinking about dodging, and instead used Beiheng Xianzong's magical method to offset these attacks one by one.

But in this way, she realized that her true energy was seriously depleted...

Look at the bloody son Xia Qingyang over there... He has already started to attack calmly again!
She swallowed a elixir helplessly, and then continued to deal with it with secret methods.

The two sides went from fighting in close combat to fighting each other with the secret method of distance, and then to fighting in close combat again...

This time, Beiheng Lanzhi couldn't bear the exhaustion of her true energy, so she switched to melee combat.

She has already taken three panaceas one after another, forming a temporary accumulation of medicinal power in her body, and it is difficult to take effect even if she takes medicine for a while.

And what about Xia Qingyang?
He's just out of breath.

The most important thing is that he didn't take the elixir to replenish his true energy even once!
This is very hurtful, the difference in the total amount of true energy between the two sides is a bit huge.

What's more important is the mental gap.

She felt a little exhausted in such a high-intensity battle, but what about the opponent?
Xia Qingyang's mental fluctuations have been extremely stable from the beginning to the present, and the spells manipulated by his spiritual thoughts are as accurate as ever... This is obviously a situation with ease!

"I'm not as good as him!"

This was Beiheng Lanzhi's first reaction after recognizing the current situation.

It was hard to accept, but for her, she let go of some burden.

She suddenly changed her tactics and forced Xia Qingyang to retreat, and then panted and said: "Lan Zhi only knows today that there are people outside the world, and the bloody son is amazing in art, and the little girl is willing to bow down."

"However, victory or defeat is not just about strength or weakness. Lan Zhi will use my Beiheng Xianzong's secret technique today... Maybe the victory will be invincible, Mr. Blood... Brother Xia, be careful!"

This is sympathy, and then they are going to kill each other?
Xia Qingyang became vigilant all of a sudden, remembering the power of the "Taiqing Shengangjue" earlier, he was very worried that Beiheng Lanzhi would be overwhelmed and want to die with him.

Although he has already found a way out in the end... In the worst case, he will turn into a ghost cultivator after death, and it is not impossible to hug the thigh of the underworld.

But no one would be willing to change this kind of thing, right?

However, the changes in Beiheng Lanzhi seem to be different from before.

She is still so sharp, but this time the sharpness is concentrated in the Yunquan sword in her hand...

She just said lightly: "Lan Zhi was too arrogant before, always thinking that she could easily grasp the essence of all the inheritance of the sect...the result is still too high."

"The "Taiqing Shengang Jue" is not within the reach of Lan Zhi's cultivation level, but the "Beiheng Shenjian Jue" created by that master painstakingly, is just right for Lan Zhi to use at this time."

"Young Master Blood, please advise."

After the voice fell, the sword had already pierced.

The speed, strength, and skills remained the same as before, the only thing added was the peerless sharpness that made his scalp tingle.

With his escapism restricted, he can only use blood claws to catch it... I don't know if his 'Blood-drinking God Claw' and the second-grade "Taiyin Blood Claw" can catch it.

It's a pity to say that "Taiyin Blood Claw" evolved from "Taiyin Blood Palm" seems to be the limit of the second grade.

"Chong!!"

There was a deafening bang.

Xia Qingyang's entire right hand was numb for a while, and he even clearly felt some structural collapse on the 'Blood Drinking Claw'.

This is not only caused by the opponent's sharpness, but also that the material of the 'Blood Drinking Claw' itself cannot withstand the strong collision of the two true qi.

In just one click, the 'Blood-Drinking Claw' that he spent a lot of time in the blood sacrifice has already shattered.

This made him hesitate, but also gave birth to a hostility... He has never hindered Beiheng Xianzong, why should he be so deliberately targeted at him?
Apart from being secretly angry, he couldn't help showing his true skills.

The hands that were originally covered with blood evil have now quietly transformed into the pure and condensed Taiyin Qi... and the blood palm and blood claws have also quietly become the "Taiyin God Palm".

This is really showing real kung fu against the enemy.

Beiheng Lanzhi also felt that the opponent's methods had suddenly undergone earth-shaking changes.

The attacking posture was no longer so weird and fierce, but became soft and erratic.

In the past, she had to reserve nearly half of her strength to guard against the strangeness of the blood palm, but now she could only exert five points in front of Xia Qingyang even if she used all her strength.

The fifth grade "Taiyin Divine Palm" is so wonderful.

Xia Qingyang didn't need to practice some explosive secret technique, it was already powerful enough.

Every sword of Beiheng Lanzhi was easily dispelled by Xia Qingyang with the momentum of hiding a needle in the cotton... This made her feel very anxious.

Although "Beiheng Shenjianjue" is not like "Taiqing Shengangjue" which is just like a burst of youth, it really can't last for too long.

Her zhenqi was consumed rapidly, and it was already impossible to switch to "Taiqing Shengang Jue".

And the huge burden that was originally applied to the body is now replaced by the Yunquan Sword in her hand... She seemed to have heard the wailing from the Yunquan Sword many times.

It's a pity that it's too late for her to stop at this time, and now the opponent is pressing her to fight...

Finally, Xia Qingyang made a big move by relying on his hidden cards.

When his hands had already been cut with dozens of wounds by the sharp air, the sword in Beiheng Lanzhi's hand finally couldn't hold on, and it cracked brittlely from it.

(End of this chapter)