Chapter Forty-Two: Dying Struggle

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"I didn't expect you to be able to escape from the siege of the Blood Spirit Monkey King and the Blood Spirit Monkey. I really admire you!"

Luo Yu smiled lightly and walked out of the dark bush with the Moyue scimitar in his hand.

"Little bastard..."

Wang Ling watched Luo Yu's eyes become bloodshot and red with anger, and the wound was touched just now, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch slightly in pain

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me, not afraid that I will cut you into pieces?

"Oh...is that so?" Luo Yu smiled slightly after hearing Wang Ling's threat

"When you were in your heyday, boy, I naturally didn't dare to confront you head-on, but now that you are seriously injured, how much of your body force can you use? A tiger without minions, you are not even as good as a dog!"

"you…"

Luo Yu's lips were as sharp as a knife, and Wang Ling was furious, and told his current situation.

"Hehe, yes, I was seriously injured, but killing you is like trampling an ant to death..." Wang Ling paused, because at this moment Luo Yu suddenly slashed at his face with a knife, going straight to Hao Wang Ling's heart was startled by the non-fancy knife.

What Luo Yu said is correct, now he is seriously injured, and his strength is probably only half of his normal level at most

"Little bastard, I want you to regret not running away"

With a loud shout, Wang Ling swung the sword in his hand that was stained with the blood of the blood spirit monkey, and slashed at Luo Yu.

Dangdangdang...!

After a few sword clashes, Luo Yu and Wang Ling each took two steps back. Wang Ling's situation was getting worse, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the wound was so shaken that blood flowed out again.

Luo Yu was shocked in his heart, this Wang Ling was seriously injured and could still compete with him, but seeing Wang Ling spitting blood from the shock, he secretly thought that his guess was right.

In fact, Wang Ling's situation was even worse. The reason why he was able to compete with Luo Yu even though he was seriously injured was because his current cultivation base was at the eighth level of the day after tomorrow.

It has been a lot of time since he fought with the Blood Spirit Monkey King. After a while, the effect of the Shengyuan Pill will completely wear off. Not only will he fall into the current state, but the side effects of taking the Shengyuan Pill Using it will also make him unable to use force.

Wang Ling is also aware of his current situation, so now he can only kill Luo Yu before his body completely fails

Thinking of this, Wang Ling roared angrily, but instead swung his sword and slashed at Luo Yu again.

"Hmph, the struggle before dying"

Luo Yu snorted coldly, seemingly disdainful, but in fact he didn't dare to be careless. Although Wang Ling is seriously injured, he is the most dangerous one. Dogs jump over the wall in a hurry, rabbits bite people in a hurry, let alone people, holding Mo Yue tightly The sword, facing Wang Ling, the two of them were close to each other, and the sword and sword clashed loudly.

The two fought each other with no less than a hundred moves, but they couldn't do anything to each other. The surrounding bushes were smashed to pieces by the sword.

"Sword cut Beidou!"

Wang Ling shouted loudly, the blood-stained long sword in his hand kept trembling under the infusion of inner strength, and the momentum of the sword seemed to cut down the stars in the sky.

Luo Yu was horrified that this old man could still unleash such a strong combat power when he was seriously injured.

But Wang Ling felt miserable in his heart. If he couldn't kill Luo Yu within a stick of incense, he would have to take it off after the effect of the medicine, and he would be the one who died at that time.

"Creating Mountain Huashan with the Power of the Sixteen Forms of Mountain Opening"

Luo Yu didn't dare to keep his hand, he lifted the saber to catch it with all his strength, and went up and down with the saber to meet him with the momentum of splitting the mountain

Jingle...!

The swords met again, and the two of them were knocked back a few feet by the shock force. Luo Yu was even more unbearable, Mo Yuedao fell to the ground, and Wang Ling's wound was so shocked that blood gushed out, indicating that he was not much better. , the long sword was cut off in two pieces, his long sword was only a middle-grade mortal weapon, not as high as the Luo Yu Moyue Knife, and finally died after several battles with the Blood Spirit Monkey King and Luo Yu.

"Little bastard, die..."

Enduring the pain, Wang Ling slashed at Luo Yu with the broken sword in his hand, but Luo Yu barely escaped by rolling on a donkey.

"Old man..."

Luo Yu was also angry. She got up and went to fight Wang Ling with bare hands. Damn it, the protagonists in those novels in the previous life were not awesome and able to leapfrog challenges after time travel, but he couldn't even beat a seriously injured old ghost. The face of the traverser.

Seeing Luo Yu attacking him with bare hands, Wang Ling's eyes were even more disdainful, and he threw away the broken sword in his hand. He also had his own pride. Sorry to use a sword.

"Little bastard, I want to let you know the gap between the late and mid-term of the day after tomorrow"

"Breaking Palm!"

Wang Ling slapped Luo Yu with a palm

"Falling Rock Fist!"

Luo Yu's punch also gathered all his explosive power and reached the top of five bulls.

"Boom...!"

There was a muffled sound like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, and Luo Yu was slapped so hard that he vomited blood. He still underestimated the strength of the acquired eighth level warrior, and he said that this warrior had temporarily reached the acquired eighth level by means of pills.

Wang Ling's palm also burst out with a burst of strength even under serious injuries. If there was no injury, the burst of strength could smash Luo Yu's bones and tendons.

The worst thing was not just that, Wang Ling's strong internal energy poured into Luo Yu's body through that palm, and rampaged through his meridians, the pain was so painful that Luo Yu felt as if a knife had been cut in his body, and he almost passed out from the pain.

But something unexpected happened in Luo Yu's body. When the internal energy was rampant in the meridians, it came to the place where the meridians were in the lower abdomen. For the eight meridians, when Luo Yu broke through to the mid-stage of the Houtian fourth level, he opened up the Ren and Du meridians at once, and thought of breaking through the Houtian sixth important channel to open up the belt channel of the lower abdomen in the spine.

But when Wang Ling's internal energy came to Luo Yu's lower abdominal vein, he suddenly broke through the barrier of the vein, and slashed the vein in a rampage, all the way to the end of the spine, stopping at the front of the pulse

Acquired sixth level, broken!

"Damn, what's going on?" Luo Yu, the person involved, obviously felt the changes around him.

"Master, is this a breakthrough?"

Luo Yu was overjoyed, everyone said that fighting is the quickest way to improve strength, the ancients sincerely did not deceive me, but this breakthrough was too abnormal and too cheap, it turned out to be beaten, and one must learn to be beaten before seeing beating people.

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Wang Ling watched Luo Yu vomit blood and fell to the ground, but the expression on his face changed from sad to happy, which made people feel weird.

"This little bastard won't be fooled by me, right? Don't worry about it, just kill him first."

He felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and the effect of the Shengyuan Pill was almost over

He ran to Luo Yu and slapped again.

"Old man, you played well just now, and it's time for the young master." Seeing Wang Ling's slap, Luo Yu was not afraid to laugh back, he also wanted to test how powerful his own combat power was at Liutian Houtian.

"Falling Rock Fist..."

It was still the well-used Falling Stone Fist. At this moment, Luo Yu suddenly had a clear understanding. Perhaps the state of perfection is not the highest level of martial arts. The so-called Falling Stone requires a fearless spirit that moves forward. Like thunder, quiet like a virgin, patient like a rock

There was a hazy glow on the fist covered with film, like a phantom shadow of a rock.

"This is…"

Wang Ling was shocked, the power of this punch hadn't fallen on him, but he could feel that it was more than doubled than before, but he wanted to withdraw his palm but it was too late, he just watched the punch collide with his palm

click...

A crisp sound of broken bones is like a broken waist of dead wood

ah…

Wang Ling let out a howl of pain, and his arm was broken, and the broken bones protruded from the forearm with blood and flesh residue

Luo Yu's rock-falling fist is full of strength, which is comparable to the acquired eightfold.

You know, even ordinary ancient martial arts monks at the sixth level of Houtian are at most four oxen strong, and the seventh and sixth levels of acquired days are hurdles. In the later and mid-term hurdles, warriors who break through to the seventh level of acquired days and enter the acquired realm can cross three oxen The power of the inner strength reaches the strength of seven bulls.

And even if Luo Yu's physical body is powerful at the same level, it only has the strength of five oxen, but he has reached the strength of eight oxen with the explosive power of this falling stone fist that he has temporarily comprehended. What kind of concept is this! ... (To be continued