Blocked by Ling Jian, Ling Hantian's face was calm, now that he had mastered the combination of rigidity and softness, he just used this Ling Sword to test his hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ling Hantian put the Inch Kill into his arms, glanced at Ling Jian mockingly, and said casually.

"Ling Jian, are you an idiot? Do you think I'll tell you or will I take your word for it? ”

"You're looking for death."

Ling Jian was furious, he didn't have the hope that Ling Hantian would tell him, he just wanted to tease Ling Hantian, but he didn't want Ling Hantian's mouth to be so poisonous.

He didn't even think about it, and a punch slammed towards Ling Hantian's face.

If you don't agree with each other, do it immediately.

This is Ling Jian's arrogance, because his strength is stronger than Ling Hantian, and there are people behind him, who are not afraid of the Ling family's family law.

Looking at Ling Jian's angry punch, Ling Hantian's eyes were boiling with battle intent.

This Ling Jian cultivation has reached the late stage of body refining, and his physical strength is no less than five hundred catties, which is just right to test the power of both rigidity and softness.

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Hantian slapped out a palm, which was as elegant and agile as a fallen leaf, and gently wrapped around Ling Jian's fist.

Immediately after that, he easily unloaded the opponent's strength, and in an instant, his right hand became a fist, and a fierce punch was blasted out.

"It's a good excuse to fight, it is rumored that this Ling Hantian is a waste material, it seems that the rumors are wrong. This Ling Hantian's strength is no less than five hundred catties! ”

The deacon's eyes lit up, and he whispered.

Ling Jian didn't expect Ling Hantian to be able to unload his angry punch so easily, and he also threw a heavy punch.

But fortunately, he was also a martial artist in the late stage of the second stage of body refining, his left hand was in a palm, standing in front of his chest, and the true yuan in his skin was agitated, resisting Ling Hantian's domineering punch.

"Bang!"

A dull voice came out, Ling Jian was shocked by Ling Hantian's punch and retreated, and it took two or three meters before he could stabilize his body, on the other hand, Ling Hantian was immovable.

In the snap of a finger, the judgment is made.

"What? Ling Jian is not this Ling Hantian's opponent, how strong is this Ling Hantian? ”

The young man in yellow was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, Ling Jian was in the late stage of refining the body, and his physical strength was more than five hundred catties, while Ling Hantian was only a perfect refining body.

A few days ago, the strength test in the martial arts arena was less than three hundred catties, and it was only a few days before he was able to shake Ling Jian back so far with one punch.

"This, how can this be ......"

The pink-faced young man was stunned in place, Ling Hantian was able to compete head-on with Ling Jian in the late stage of body refining and not falling behind.

Steeply, an unbelievable thought popped up in the pink-faced young man's heart: Could it be that after a month, Ling Hantian would really be able to defeat Ling Sen.

"Good, very good,"

Ling Jian originally wanted to teach Ling Hantian a lesson, but he didn't want to be shocked back by Ling Hantian's punch.

His face turned red, and he laughed angrily: "Ling Hantian, it seems that I underestimate you, you really have two brute strengths, and you are worthy of my use of combat skills." ”

Before the words fell, Ling Jian shouted wildly, and between the flipping of his palms, Zhenyuan drummed, one hand became red, and a strong oppression permeated out, faintly with the power of shattering gold and cracking stones.

"Broken Golden Palm!"

"Ling Jian was completely enraged, he was really moved, he actually used a mortal-level mid-grade combat technique, this time Ling Hantian would be crippled if he was not killed."

The young man in yellow hugged his arms and looked at Ling Hantian with pitiful eyes, as if he had seen Ling Hantian lingering under the broken gold palm.

The combat skills are divided into four major grades, in order of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Fan, each major grade is divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, the higher the quality of the combat skills, the greater the attack power.

Ling Hantian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of blue color flashed in his eyes.

Perspective on the true element, open!

In an instant, Ling Hantian had already seen the route of the True Yuan in this broken golden palm.

The route of the True Yuan in the Broken Gold Palm was not very smooth, but there were many places that were relatively jerky, and it was obvious that this Ling Jian was only preliminarily mastering this combat skill.

The cultivation and comprehension of martial arts skills are divided into levels, which are divided into beginner level, proficient level, and perfect level.

It is difficult for ordinary martial artists to cultivate a combat skill to perfection, unless it is the person who created this combat skill, the vast majority of people can only master it.

Judging from the broken golden palm that Ling Jian cast, he had only reached the beginner level, his power was limited, and he was full of loopholes.

Ling Hantian sank his waist and tucked his abdomen, held his breath and concentrated, and blasted out a fist at the golden palm, directly hitting the weakest point of this broken golden palm, breaking the face.

Ling Hantian punched out, and the deacon of the pavilion had a glint in his eyes, and he said in some shock.

"Instantly judge the weakness of the opponent's combat skills, and what a terrifying insight. This sword will be defeated. ”

Before the words of the deacon of the Pavilion fell, a dull crash was heard.

"Bang!"

The powerful anti-shock force made Ling Hantian tremble slightly.

At the moment, I couldn't help but sigh secretly, the true yuan is the second life of the warrior, and with the true yuan, you can burst out with stronger power!

"Click!"

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and Ling Hantian looked up, only to see Ling Jian lying on the ground in pain, his right hand obviously broken, and a pair of resentful eyes full of unwillingness and extreme humiliation.

The eyes of the young man in yellow were about to fall to the ground, and his originally pitiful eyes instantly turned into incredulity, and then into fear.

The pink-faced boy's face was completely distorted, his mouth was wide open, and there was a grunting sound in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Flicked his sleeves, Ling Hantian didn't even look at Ling Jian and the others, and said lightly: "Jian Ling, go back and tell Ling Sen that I will take his life in a month." ”

Hearing this, Ling Jian spurted out a mouthful of backlash blood, and he was so angry that he turned his back on his breath directly. Author's Note:

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