Amid everyone's surprise and suspicion, the Yuan Power in Han Ding's body was rising rapidly, and soon reached the extreme level. He felt that the Yuan Power in his body was more than several times more powerful than an ordinary level 5 spiritual master, and those doubts and worries were also
A little bit weaker.
"No wonder you have such a loud tone!" Seeing this, a look of surprise quickly flashed across Wang Li's face, but was immediately replaced by a ferocious look, "But it is a pity that spiritual masters are always spiritual masters, and spiritual masters are always spiritual masters.
There is an insurmountable gap between the two!"
After saying this, Wang Li's palms suddenly curled into claw-like shapes. There was a faint black air gathering at the fingertips, and the aura in it was somewhat similar to Wang Mang's before.
Han Ding just stood there calmly, his body motionless, but his hands quietly clenched into fists, and the veins were highlighted, full of strength.
"die!"
When the black energy on Wang Li's fingertips condensed into ten spikes, he suddenly let out a ferocious laugh, danced his claws, and struck Han Ding fiercely with a sound of breaking wind.
Feeling the faint sharp sound of tearing the air, Han Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, and punched out his fists that were originally drooping naturally. After a few quick flashes in the air at a frequency that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, there were countless more things in the air.
A shadow of a fist.
Looking at the fist shadows all over the sky, he felt the special power contained in the fist shadows. Even Xiong Batian couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face, "This guy can actually use a set of low-grade martial arts."
Such power!"
In the midst of Xiong Batian's exclamation, Wang Li's claw shadow and Han Ding's fist shadow had collided with each other. With a "bang" roar, the air at the collision slightly rippled, and several small black wind rolls appeared out of thin air.
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After the wind scroll disappeared, Wang Li's sharp claws also disappeared without a trace, and his attack was easily neutralized.
Seeing that Han Ding and Lingzun were not at a disadvantage after the exchange of moves. The crowd who had retreated several feet were amazed again. Only a few people with extremely unique vision could see that Han Ding had resolved this attack.
This move is just because his "Shadowless Fist" incorporates countless ways of change. In terms of Yuan Li alone, he obviously cannot compete with Wang Li.
Noticing that the faces of some of the guards around him became a little ugly, Han Yu also saw that Han Ding's situation seemed not good, and asked with some anxiety: "Will Han Ding win?"
"It's hard to say now!" Someone among the guards replied: "However, even if Master Ding is not Wang Li's opponent, there should be no danger. After all, there is a Spirit Emperor behind him!"
Han Yu nodded and glanced at Xiong Batian involuntarily. Xiong Batian looked extremely calm. He just looked at Han Ding calmly, but the corners of his mouth curved in a hint of appreciation.
After a tentative exchange of moves with Wang Li, Han Ding also figured out that Wang Li had just been promoted to Spirit Master, and his realm was not stable. He was much weaker than Ke Xiazi who had hidden his strength at the beginning, and he was more confident.
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As for Wang Li, after Han Ding defused the first attack, he flew out suddenly and quickly pressed forward. The black claws on his fingertips made a louder sound and charged at Han Ding again.
Han Ding grabbed his head.
"This guy is vicious because he wants Han Ding's life!" Feeling Wang Li's indomitable and fierce momentum, Xiong Batian couldn't help but grinned. But in the end, he still didn't take action. After all, Han Ding was there.
Even the Spirit King was killed in Shenmen Town, let alone the one he faced now was just a Spirit Lord?
Han Ding seemed to be afraid of the other party's strong momentum and Yuan Li, who was as powerful as a surging river. This time, he did not confront Wang Li head-on. Instead, he swayed on the spot, dragging an afterimage that flashed away.
To one side.
"laugh!"
The sharp claw wind fell on the stall nearby, and the stall fell down, and then with a "bang", it turned into pieces and quickly fell apart.
"What a sinister move, the claw wind actually contains explosive power!"
Seeing this, someone shouted in surprise.
But Han Ding remained as calm as water, just dodging Wang Li's attacks. With the exquisiteness of "Wind Step", Wang Li attacked several times in succession, but all failed, only causing the stalls on the side to collapse and crack, and finally became
The fragments were scattered among the pills and weapons scattered on the ground.
After several consecutive attacks failed, Wang Li stopped pursuing him and stabilized his figure, just floating quietly in the air. But at this moment, everyone felt that the energy of heaven and earth was coming.
It gathered between his hands. His face also became more ferocious and difficult to look at due to the rapid accumulation of energy.
"Are you finally going to use the ultimate trick?"
Han Ding looked at the strange black energy gradually thickening in Wang Li's palm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But everyone around them became agitated at this moment. Apparently they also knew that the energy of heaven and earth turned into black and gathered in Wang Li's hand, which represented the high-grade martial arts passed down from Wang family's ancestors, "Black Flame Attack".
If Wang Li didn't use this set of skills, Han Ding might still be able to drag him back with his exquisite footwork, but now, it's obviously impossible.
As the energy of heaven and earth gathered, the black air entangled in Wang Li's hands became thicker and thicker. In the end, it even carried the aura of destruction. The aura was like a vicious demon in hell going crazy, trying to tear the world apart.
Destroy all living beings.
Finally, when this aura climbed to an unprecedented height, the ferocious gaze was directed at Han Ding at this moment, "Boy, go to hell!"
Following the fierce sound coming from between his teeth, Wang Li slowly raised his hands, slowly transformed his claws into fists, then flew out again and punched Han Ding.
"The Wrath of the Demon King of Black Flame Kung Fu!"
After the deep voice, monstrous Yuanli swept out of the body, and the black light in his hand flew toward Han Ding like lightning under this full force. At this moment, it seemed that the world was dimmed.
Come down.
Countless eyes also focused on Han Ding in an instant. Even though the latter's energy fluctuations were rapidly increasing, sighs still came one after another from their mouths and spread quickly.
Obviously, everyone except Xiong Batian thought that after this move, the outcome would be decided, and the loser would definitely be Han Ding on the ground.
Just when everyone felt sorry for Han Ding, a sudden tidal sound appeared out of thin air. Then, with this sudden tidal sound, Han Ding suddenly jumped up like a cannonball in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.
It usually hit Wang Li in the sky.
Looking at Han Ding who actually chose to confront Wang Li's special move, the crowd around him couldn't help but be a little uproar. The two levels were obviously very different. In addition, Wang Li used high-grade martial arts. Han Ding did this.
, not only will you lose, but your life may not be guaranteed...
Seeing Han Ding not retreating but advancing instead, Wang Li's face flashed with joy. But this joy did not last long. When Han Ding soared into the sky and came into contact with the black light, he
The joy on his face turned into horror: "What kind of martial arts is this? Why is it so weird?"
Watching the powerful black light that rushed like lightning fall on Han Ding's body, it only stirred up a few faint whirlpools. Many people present were surprised.
"The sea is boundless!"
Using the body-refining martial arts obtained from Shenmen Palace to resist Wang Li's attack, Han Ding and Wang Li were also approaching quickly. When they were less than one foot apart, a cruel smile appeared.
Rising from Han Ding's face, a sharp sword intent shot out from between his fingers together: "Sword Drawing Technique: Sword Breaks the Sky!"
With his mouth tightly pursed, Han Ding's face was solemn. After he quickly pointed a finger in the air, his body immediately drew a strange arc in the air, and then flew perfectly at the moment when the black light hit the area with the most concentrated power.
To one side.
"Don't think that you are the only one who can master martial arts!"
In full view of everyone, the sword energy emitted by Han Ding collided with the black light.
After a slight "pop" sound, the sword energy passed through the black light and landed on Wang Li's chest. A "chi" sound came from the latter's body, and then everyone saw the original fierce attack.
Wang Li, who fell down, paused slightly in the air, and finally fell into the big pit of more than ten feet created by his own "Black Flame Kung Fu" with a "pop" sound.
After Wang Li fell to the ground, the guards of the Han family and the Hu family all cheered, while the people watching further away were secretly surprised when they looked at the thin figure standing proudly.
Before the fight, that thin figure said that he would defeat Wang Lishi within ten moves. Many people couldn't believe it, but now, it seems that he can't even take five moves!
Once again, the slightly noisy gathering suddenly fell silent. One after another looked at the young man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth in shock. After a while, cheers burst out.
"I actually won!"
At this moment, Han Yu just came back to his senses. He was still looking at Wang Li in disbelief as he struggled to stand up in the pit, his mouth wide open.
After taking a breath for a moment, Han Ding turned and walked towards Wang Li in the pit, his eyes cold and full of desolate killing intent. When he got close to the pit, he picked up a big knife on the spot and jumped in
Deep Pit. After being plotted by Ke Xiazi in the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, Han Ding no longer showed mercy to those who wanted his own life, and naturally he would not show unnecessary mercy. What's more, he practiced the Aotian Divine Art, killing
After earning this royal profit, you can still recover some interest that will keep you away from a loss.
Wang Li, who finally struggled to turn over, looked at the young man's cold eyes and couldn't help shouting hurriedly: "I lost, you can't kill me. I am a closed disciple of the leader of the Black Flame Sect, and my father is Wang Mang!"
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Han Ding's face was expressionless, as if he didn't hear the words. He held the big knife in his hand more and more tightly. Looking at the indifferent young man in the field, many of the people watching were the kind of people who had swords in their hands all the time.
Blood, it can't help but feel a little chilling. Han Ding's demeanor obviously cannot match his age.
After falling into the deep pit, Han Ding looked down at Wang Li condescendingly, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent. The sword in his hand also flashed a cold light, and with a sound of piercing the air, he fiercely pointed at Wang Li's body.
Cut off the neck, "If you dare to come to my Han family to cause trouble, even if your father is the leader of the Sanyuan Sect, it will still be useless!"