Meng Xiang was frantically punching out with fists that were filled with powerful spiritual energy, but he could faintly feel that Zhang Jin's fists were gradually gaining strength. His naked upper body, like an iron pillar burned red by fire, kept turning red and emitting hot steam.
The Nine Yang Divine Art, the pure Yang internal energy, no matter how strong the internal energy is, it cannot be materialized. But at this moment, at the moment of the collision with Zhang Jin, Meng Xiang did see the pure Yang internal energy overflowing from Zhang Jin's body. The internal energy burned his skin and seeped out red mist several centimeters from his body.
No matter whether it is internal strength, spiritual energy, magic or Saiyan energy, they are all different manifestations of energy. Meng Xiang understood instantly that Zhang Jin was unleashing the Nine Yang Divine Art in great detail, pushing his internal strength to the limit.
There is only one purpose for doing this, Zhang Jin will display powerful moves, or even another skill he created himself.
The sharp Meng Xiang instantly raised his spiritual defense to the limit, waiting for Zhang Jin's infinite power that was like the eve of a storm, ready to erupt at any time.
"Meng Xiang, let me show you my unique move from the Six Meridians Divine Sword - the Sword Net." Zhang Jin shouted angrily, his whole body was like a red-hot fireball, and as his internal energy burst out, his ten fingers glowed red at the same time. The next second, sword energy denser than a fishing net crisscrossed from his ten fingers and shot out in all directions, without any gaps, penetrating every hole.
Meng Xiang and Zhang Jin were fighting hand-to-hand and were very close to each other. When they realized the sword net was coming, they could no longer dodge.
In fact, as long as you are within 10 meters of Zhang Jin, there is no room to hide.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." It was as if countless sword blades crisscrossed through Meng Xiang's body. His entire body was lifted up by the sword edges, and countless red sword qi flashed all over his body. The only remaining pants were instantly torn into holes.
Meng Xiang only felt that his whole body was pierced by the invisible sword blades. His body was shot off the ground and he had no strength to rely on. The only thing he could do was to use all his strength to develop spiritual defense, especially his head and heart.
The sword energy was everywhere, and the sword net gradually expanded. Although it became sparser as the area of the sword net increased, the power of the sword energy did not change at all. The trees that the sword net swept through were all turned into sawdust, and the stones that passed by were all turned into beehives.
Meng Xiang was shot back more than 20 meters by the sword net before he fell headfirst into the mud. His head, which was almost fainting, was immersed in the cold mud, which made Meng Xiang sober up and let out a long sigh of relief.
If he hadn't had the spiritual defense, would he still be able to survive? Meng Xiang squirmed on the ground, struggling to prop himself up with his arms, gasping for air. His entire body was hit by the sword light. Although the spiritual defense blocked the sword energy from his body, his skin was pierced by countless sword holes. His pants could no longer cover his body, and his exposed skin was pierced by the sword energy almost every few centimeters, and his whole body was covered in blood.
“Pah pah pah…” Zhang Jin panted slightly and clapped his hands vigorously. “Very good, Meng Xiang, you are stronger than I thought. There are still more than 2 minutes left. Do you still have enough strength to defend?”
"Hehe, I don't mind you spending the remaining two minutes chatting with me." The spiritual energy overflowed again, but the power was greatly reduced. Meng Xiang's body could no longer sustain the explosive force.
"You seem to be very good at close combat. With your spiritual power and physique, you have actually cultivated it to the point where you can rival my 'Muscles and Bones'. This is commendable. Well, I won't be polite next time." Zhang Jin pounced on him like a tiger. Meng Xiang hurriedly dodged to the side, but Zhang Jin suddenly pushed out a palm when he was still 10 meters away from him. Meng Xiang felt a chill all over his body, including the rain falling from the sky, which suddenly turned into hail and shot towards Meng Xiang like bullets. Meng Xiang just wanted to twist his body, but he found that his body, including his feet on the ground, was covered with thick ice.
Ice Palm, a double C-level martial art, uses the mysterious ice energy to freeze matter.
Compared with the Diamond Stardust Fist of the White Bird Saint, the Ice Palm is nothing to mention. But what Meng Xiang didn't expect was that Zhang Jin, who had exchanged for the Pure Yang Internal Skill - Nine Yang Divine Art, could actually use the Ice Palm
However, even the Diamond Stardust Fist at absolute zero couldn't freeze Meng Xiang, and he certainly didn't take the Ice Palm seriously. Meng Xiang twisted his body slightly, and the ice on his body cracked.
But in the short moment when Meng Xiang was frozen, Zhang Jin had already rushed to 2 meters away from Meng Xiang. When Meng Xiang shattered the ice on his body, Zhang Jin's feet swung like a dragon. Every time his feet swept, the ground was thinned by dozens of centimeters.
While sweeping his legs, Zhang Jin's hands were not idle either. The five sharp claws on his right palm rotated on Meng Xiang's face like steel spikes, making Meng Xiang dizzy.
"Sweeping Leaf Kick, Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Double-handed Fighting, all are low-level martial arts. However, as long as they are used flexibly, even top-level martial arts are no match for my own close combat skill - the Wind Martial Arts." Zhang Jin was very proud, and used both his hands and feet to attack Meng Xiang, making him run around like a rat. But even if Meng Xiang used "Shave", he could not escape Zhang Jin's lightning-fast light skill.
"Swish" Meng Xiang felt a pain in his left shoulder. Zhang Jin's five claws had already sunk into his left shoulder. The spiritual light defense was as fragile as tofu under his Nine Yin White Bone Claws. He even heard the "crackling" sound of bones breaking. As Zhang Jin's fingers continued to move, his shoulder bones broke like biscuits.
Just when Zhang Jin was feeling smug, Meng Xiang finally exploded. He had been waiting for this perfect opportunity.
A white light flashed, and Zhang Jin's pupils suddenly contracted. For the first time, an expression of panic appeared on his face. He moved away from Meng Xiang as fast as he could, as if he had touched scalding water. However, a bloody mark had been left on his left lower abdomen, and blood was oozing out.
Even the iron-like body under the "bones and tendons ringing" could not withstand the sharpness of the heavenly crystal.
Meng Xiang held the Tianjing Mother Sword in his right hand, with a white sword light condensed at the tip of the sword. The sword light shot out and condensed into a white sword, shooting towards Zhang Jin who was looking surprised.
From the moment Meng Xiang was injured in the left shoulder by Zhang Jin's claw, to the moment he took out the Tianjing Mother Sword from the space bag and cut Zhang Jin's skin, to now when he shot out the sword light, all in one go, the life-saving blow that Meng Xiang had prepared had been brewing for a long time.
Facing the fierce sword energy, Zhang Jin suddenly put his hands together, and the look on his face changed from surprise to excitement, as if he appreciated Meng Xiang's counterattack. He pointed forward with both hands, and sword energy was generated. Ten sword energies flowed out from ten fingers at the same time and condensed into a big sword, colliding with Meng Xiang's sword light.
"Boom" heat waves spread out, invisible swords collided with each other, and instantly evaporated the rain in the sky and on the ground.
Zhang Jin panted heavily, wiped the water from his forehead with his hand, looked down at the sword wound on his abdomen, and said with a smile: "The weapon in your hand is the divine weapon Tianjing, right? However, it can emit such a powerful sword energy, it doesn't seem to be a juvenile Tianjing. Could it be a mature one?"
Meng Xiang shot out the sword light, and lost 1/4 of his spiritual energy. He was exhausted and barely supported himself to avoid falling down. Facing Zhang Jin's question, he had no intention of answering it.
"You haven't taken out such a powerful magic weapon, are you waiting for the right moment to give me a fatal blow? Your fighting sense is too sharp, I have to admit it." Zhang Jin's momentum suddenly disappeared, and he withdrew from the "muscles and bones ringing" state, then took out the hemostatic spray from the space bag, groaning and saying: "Oh, it hurts, if you move faster, I might be cut in half."
Meng Xiang didn't know what tricks Zhang Jin was playing, so he said cautiously: "Zhang Jin, there is still more than a minute left, don't you plan to attack?"
"Attack? Forget it. I am no longer interested in you right now. It is amazing that you can stand now. I want to kill you right now. It won't take me 10 seconds at all."
"What on earth are you playing? Are you trying to tease me?" Meng Xiang couldn't help but get furious, feeling the anger of being looked down upon and having his self-esteem trampled upon.
"Don't worry, although you didn't last 5 minutes, I had a lot of fun. I have something to tell you. Although I don't take these things to heart, since I have received a favor, at least I can't let this information slip away." This time, Zhang Jin took out a small black crystal from his storage ring and flicked it lightly. The small crystal shot towards Meng Xiang like a bullet. Meng Xiang gently caught it and took a closer look.
"Soul Stone?" Meng Xiang blurted out. The stone that Zhang Jin threw over was exactly the same as the Soul Stone he got from Fang Ru's third level dream.
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