"Mana?!"
Xia Ping squeezed his fist, he found that Han Ge's mental power had been integrated into the mana, almost condensed into substance, and he smashed it with a punch, immediately causing unmatched pressure.
Facing this punch, the ordinary grandmaster estimated that before reaching his body, he would be smashed by the tyrannical mental power, shaking his soul, and the six gods were without a master, and his courage would not be frightened.
It seems that Han Ge's boxing technique has long been engraved with his own spiritual brand, and every punch and kick contains terrible spiritual will, which also doubles the power of the boxing technique.
"So, it's no wonder that I have never been able to open up the Purple Mansion, and I can't smash the mysterious door deep in the brain. This is not because I don't have enough mental power, but not pure enough, strong enough, and pure enough."
A hint of enlightenment suddenly emerged in Xia Ping's heart. If he wanted to be promoted to the king's realm and open up the Purple Mansion, he needed to train not only the qi, but also the spiritual power.
Although the soul on his body is extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary masters, it is precisely because the soul energy is too much that the spiritual power is a bit confusing.
This is like a rope. If separated, the strength is weak. If it can be twisted into a strand to wash away the impurities of the spiritual power, then his spiritual power will surely be brought to the next level.
It's like a piece of pig iron, which can be forged into steel after thousands of hard work.
When the time comes to open up the Purple Mansion, it will naturally be a matter of course.
"If I can exclude the impurities of the soul energy and completely forge the spiritual power, then opening up the Purple Mansion will not be a big problem." Xia Ping was overjoyed and couldn't help clenching his fists, extremely excited.
He understood the direction he was about to move forward, and knew how to continue to be strong.
Fortunately, he had a battle with Han Ge, the patriarch of the Hanyan clan, so that he could understand the key to being promoted to the kingdom of kings. This saved him a lot of time and prevented him from making detours.
"Fighting against this king, dare to distract yourself?"
Seeing Xia Ping's trance look, Han Ge was furious, feeling that he was completely underestimated, he was the king, and any master had to be cautious and dare not care about himself.
Once there is a momentary trance, it will be killed by the king in seconds.
But this kid is better. It is obviously such a fierce battle, but he is still wandering here, thinking about other things, how much does this bastard human want to look down on people? !
"Go to hell!"
Han Ge was half-dead with anger, because the angry mood also made the dry fire on his body even more terrifying. The black flame burned in the mid-air and turned into a sea of flames.
At the same time, the black poison gas filled a radius of several kilometers, and the weeds, trees, etc. on the ground were all withered, instantly poisoned to death, and lost signs of life.
When the guards of the surrounding five major races saw this, they did not dare to stay in this place, and they retreated more than ten kilometers, lest they would also die under the king's angry attack.
So they died so unjustly.
boom!
Another punch came, carrying black flames, sizzling, and condensed into substance, like a black tiger roaring, opening its blood plate and big mouth, and wanting to swallow Xia Ping in one bite.
"Good job!"
Xia Ping stood on the spot, his eyes showing a terrifying light, and wisps of flames emerged from the depths of his pupils, forming a vortex, like two rounds of the sun, constantly spinning.
He didn't defend again this time, but counterattacked, punching in vain, shaking and bursting!
Saint-level unique knowledge-Yang Shenquan!
Immediately, from the ten thousand eight thousand pores of his body, wisps of golden flames were emitted, like the sun god descending, carrying the golden light of ten thousand feet, extremely hot.
Such flames seem to melt everything.
"What?! What kind of boxing is this?!"
Han Ge was shocked. It felt that this fist contained a trace of martial art, as if it had reached the essence of Tao, which was a fist that controls all the flames in the world.
When this fist blasted, the heat wave rolled, and the black poisonous gas pervaded all around, under such yang gas, it dissipated one after another, as if it had been completely melted and ceased to exist.
Even the mana on it can contend and cancel each other out.
With a bang, the two forces collided together, and an explosion-like sound was emitted in the air. The flame and flame forces collided, and the air oscillated thousands of times, spreading for hundreds of miles.
A huge deep hole was immediately shaken out on the ground, mud splashed, dense cracks appeared all around, and countless cracks extended to places dozens of kilometers away.
At the same time, a large amount of flames fell on the ground, and deep pits were also smashed. The flames condensed into liquid, turned into molten slurry, and burned hot on the ground.
At this moment, this area turned into a molten lake, steaming, and molten molten tumbling continuously.
"impossible!"
Han Ge was unbelievable. It was nothing more than a human being from the eighth heaven of a grandmaster. It was a bit too exaggerated to use such a fist technique to compete with him, even without losing the wind.
He was the king who opened up the Purple Mansion and controlled the mana, and his combat power should be far superior to this human being, but what is going on now? !
How can Gang Qi contend against mana, and master can contend against kings? !
Even if it tried to break its head and didn't want to understand it, this is simply a fantasy.
"Come again!"
Xia Ping was overjoyed. He knew that even by relying on saint-level boxing techniques, he was already qualified to compete against ordinary cultivators in the Purple Mansion realm, and he could even fight with the opponent.
Even if the qi on his body is not an opponent of mana at all, but under the blessing of saint-level boxing, his power has changed in nature, and his destructive power has increased more than ten times.
This is enough to offset the huge advantage of mana.
Han Ge, who doesn't understand the saint-level martial arts, can't imagine how powerful such martial arts is. This is the power that directly points to the essence of the great Dao, and it is horrendous.
Once mastered, leapfrogging challenges are just waiting.
However, it is too difficult to thoroughly master the martial arts of the holy rank. Even a cultivator who has been promoted to the king's realm, does not have enough talent, and does not have the guidance of a teacher, so it is extremely difficult to learn.
Not to mention, even in the universe, Saint-level martial arts is hard to find, and ordinary people are not qualified to be exposed to it.
"Damn, I don't believe I can't kill you!"
Han Ge is crazy, it feels that its self-esteem has been greatly insulted. As a king, if it can't kill even a small master, its face will not be good.
It shot again, extremely violent, and launched a stormy attack on Xia Ping.
Xia Ping used the Yang Shen Fist without panic, just like a sun god standing on the ground, while running the Beiming Body Protecting Power to collect all the opponent's attack power, swallowing, digesting and assimilating.
boom!
Immediately, he felt a warm current coming from the depths of his body, a large amount of medicinal power melted, the hundredth acupuncture point in his body was immediately penetrated, and the qi in his body increased greatly.