Chapter 1008: The Horror of Holy Boxing

"Mana?!"

Xia Ping clenched his fists. He found that the mental power of Dunge had been integrated into the mana, almost condensed into essence. He punched him and immediately created an unmatched oppressive force.

Faced with this punch, an ordinary master would probably be slammed by the tyrannical spiritual force before it reached his body, causing his soul to tremble, and his courage would not be broken.

It seems that Dunge's boxing has long been engraved into his own spiritual brand. Every punch and kick contains a terrifying spiritual will, which also doubles the power of the boxing.

"It turns out that it is no wonder that I have never been able to open up the Purple Mansion, and I have not been able to break the mysterious door in the depths of my brain. This is not because my own spiritual power is not enough, but it is not pure enough, not strong enough, and not pure enough."

Xia Ping's heart suddenly rose to a sense of enlightenment. If he wants to be promoted to the king's realm and open up the Purple Mansion, he needs to exercise not only the qi, but also the spiritual power.

Although the soul in him is extremely powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary masters, it is precisely because there is too much soul energy that the spiritual power is a bit confusing.

This is like ropes. If they are separated, their strength will be weak. If they can be twisted together to wash away the impurities of spiritual power, then his spiritual power will definitely be improved to a higher level.

It is like a piece of pig iron, which can only be forged into steel after a thousand trials and tribulations, and it is invincible.

When the time comes to open up the Purple Mansion, it will naturally be a matter of course.

"If I can get rid of the impurities of the soul energy and completely forge the spiritual power, then opening up the Purple Palace will not be a big problem." Xia Ping was overjoyed and couldn't help clenching his fists, extremely excited.

He knew where he was going and how he could continue to be strong.

Luckily, he fought with the Han Ge clan chief, Han Ge, so that he could understand the key to being promoted to the king's realm, which saved him a lot of time and would not take a detour.

"How dare you lose your mind when you fight with this king?"

Seeing Xia Ping's face in a trance, Han Ge was furious, feeling that he was being underestimated. He was the king, and any grandmaster had to be careful when facing him and not dare to be careless.

Once there is a momentary trance, he will be instantly killed by the king.

But this kid is good, even though it is such a fierce battle, he is still distracted here,

Thinking of other things, how much does this bastard human want to look down on people? !

"Go to hell!"

Dunge was half-dead from anger, because his anger also made the fire of the dagger on his body even more terrifying. The black flame burned in the air and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, the black poisonous gas also filled the radius for several kilometers, and the weeds and trees on the ground were all withered, poisoned to death in an instant, and lost signs of life.

When the guards of the five surrounding races saw this, they did not dare to stay in this place, and they retreated for more than ten kilometers, lest they also die under the king's angry attack.

It's so wrong for them to die.

boom!

Another punch came, carrying black flames, sizzling, and condensed into substance, roaring like a black tiger, opening its mouth of blood, and swallowing Xia Ping in one bite.

"Good come!"

Xia Ping stood on the spot, his eyes showed a terrifying light, and wisps of flames emerged from the depths of his pupils, forming a vortex, like two suns, constantly rotating.

This time, he didn't defend again, but counterattacked, punching in vain, and bursting with a shake!

The holy-level ultimate technique, Yangshen Fist!

Immediately, strands of golden flames emanated from the 18,000 pores on his body, as if the sun god descended, carrying thousands of golden light, which was extremely hot.

Such a flame seems to melt everything.

"What?! What kind of boxing is this?!"

Dunge was startled, it felt that this punch contained a trace of the true meaning of martial arts, as if it had reached the essence of the Tao, which is the boxing technique that controls all the flames in the world.

At the moment when this punch was blasted, the heat wave was rolling, and the black poisonous gas that filled the surroundings, under such yang energy, dissipated one after another, as if it had been completely melted and ceased to exist.

Even the mana on it can compete and cancel each other out.

With a bang, the two forces collided, and an explosion-like sound was heard in the air. The flames collided with the power of the flames, and the air vibrated thousands of times, sending a distance of hundreds of miles.

A huge deep pit was also shaken on the ground immediately, the soil splashed, and dense cracks appeared all around, and countless cracks extended to dozens of kilometers away.

At the same time, a large number of flames fell to 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 has turned into a lava lake, which is steaming hot, and the lava is constantly rolling.

"impossible!"

It is unbelievable that a mere human being of the eighth-level grandmaster can actually use such a boxing technique to be able to compete with himself, and even not fall behind. This is a bit too exaggerated.

He is the king who opened up the Purple Mansion and controls mana, and his combat power should be far superior to this human being, but what is going on now? !

How can Gang Qi be able to compete with mana, and how can grandmasters compete with kings? !

No matter how hard it wants to break its head, it doesn't even think about it, it's just like a fantasy.

"Come again!"

Xia Ping was overjoyed. He knew that even with saint-level boxing skills, he was already qualified to compete with ordinary practitioners in the Purple Palace realm, and he could even win a tie with the opponent.

Even though the Astral Qi on his body is not a match for mana at all, but with the blessing of saint-level boxing, the nature of his strength has changed, and the destructive power has increased more than tenfold.

This is also more than enough to offset the huge advantage of mana.

Han Ge, who doesn't know holy martial arts, can't imagine how powerful such martial arts is. This is the power that directly points to the essence of the Dao, and it is so tyrannical that it is outrageous.

Once mastered, the leapfrog challenge is just a matter of business.

However, it is too difficult to completely master the sacred martial arts. 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. It is extremely difficult to learn it.

Not to mention, even in the universe, holy-level martial arts are hard to find, and ordinary people are simply not qualified to access them.

"Damn, I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Dunge is crazy, it feels that its self-esteem has been greatly insulted, as a king, if he can't kill even a small master, he will lose face.

It shot again, extremely violent, and launched a stormy attack on Xia Ping.

Xia Ping unleashed Yang Shenquan without rushing, just like the sun god standing on the earth, while running the Beiming Body Protection Technique, taking all the attack power of the opponent, swallowing, digesting and absorbing.

boom!

Immediately, he felt a warm current coming from the depths of his body, a large amount of medicinal power melted, the hundredth acupoint in the body was immediately penetrated, and the qi in the body also greatly increased.