Text Chapter 1288 Fighting the Immortal Leader Again

The remaining saint soon understood why the previous saint ran away. It was because he couldn't do it without running. Waiting for the support of the "immortal chief" or suppressing and killing this "bug", the key is that it is possible. Are you waiting for the "immortal chief"'s support? Obviously I can't wait any longer.

Now that the man has run away, the saint who stayed behind has naturally become the target of Qin Lang's attack. Qin Lang in the demonized state not only has tyrannical power, but also becomes more ferocious and bloodthirsty. This ferocity It is caused by the demonic energy and demonic seeds in the body. Although the demonic seeds cannot control Qin Lang's mental will, it will have some impact on Qin Lang's temper and character, which is unavoidable.

At this time, because the power in Qin Lang's body is too huge, he needs an object to vent to, otherwise Qin Lang himself will feel uncomfortable. This is like a young man who has taken aphrodisiacs. If there is no object to vent to, I'm afraid he will be driven directly crazy.

Qin Lang's fist slammed hard at the Emei sect saint who fought to the end. This saint actually wanted to escape at this moment, but Qin Lang's spiritual will and breath had locked onto his existence. At this moment, he had already There is no escape, and the only way is to fight with all your strength to survive.

As long as the "immortal leader" appears, the saint will still have a glimmer of hope, so he must use all his strength to compete with Qin Lang, as long as he can sustain a few breaths.

Time is life, and this saint has now truly realized the true meaning of this sentence.

The time of a few breaths should be very short, but for this saint of the Emei Sect, it is quite long, because Qin Lang's fist is so terrifying, and the terrifying aura is getting stronger and stronger, this guy His strength seems to be constantly rising, and it is simply not something that a martial artist can contend with.

Whoosh!

A ray of purple light pierced the night sky, shooting towards Qin Lang like lightning.

"The Immortal is finally here!"

The saint of the Emei Sect couldn't help but feel happy. The "Immortal Chief" had finally arrived. In the last moment of his breath, the "Immortal Chief"'s flying sword would be able to reach the opponent. No matter how the devil flames surged into the sky, this boy would definitely die.

boom!

But at this moment, Qin Lang seemed to have not seen the flying sword, and punched the saint of the Emei Sect with all his strength, making it clear that he would kill the saint within the last breath. Qin Lang's fist has shattered the air, as if it had penetrated space, carrying boundless demonic energy, true energy, thunder and lightning, and the breath of dark poison. This punch completely locked the saint of the Emei Sect, completely exterminating his last A glimmer of hope.

The last thing the Emei Sect saint saw was that the purple sword light seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, while Qin Lang's fist was getting closer and bigger. Then the saint heard There was a strong explosion, and he knew it was the sound of his body-protecting Qi exploding together with his body.

That was also the last voice the saint heard!

Qin Lang's martial spirit has brutally suppressed the holy fetus and martial spirit of the Emei sect saint. His martial spirit took actions faster than his physical body, and completed the attack on that saint's martial spirit in a flash of lightning. repression.

Whoosh!

When Qin Lang destroyed the Emei Sect Saint, the purple sword light had already arrived in front of Qin Lang, and he punched him without even thinking.

boom!

The fists and swords struck each other, the two powerful forces collided, and a huge roar broke out. Countless light fragments flashed in the night sky. These light fragments were more brilliant than fireworks, but of course they were fatally brilliant. People hit by these light fragments will either die or be injured!

When the light broke away, Qin Lang saw a young white-clothed swordsman appearing in front of him, a purple flying sword hovering above his head, like a purple spiritual snake, seemingly ready to attack Qin Lang at any time.

"Among the warriors, there is a master like you. You are the first among the warriors to be able to block my sword with all my strength!" The swordsman in white shouted to Qin Lang, "You are already qualified to know my name - —Remember, I am Ke Zunbei!"

"What's your name, and what does it have to do with me?" Qin Lang has no good impression of these cultivators. It’s just cultivation. One by one, they are as good as two hundred and fifty, and they always think that those who cultivate are superior to others. But in Qin Lang's view, cultivation is just a way of practice, and it is not essentially different from martial arts practice and supernatural power practice. Therefore, these cultivators like to speak in a superior way, which makes Qin Lang very unhappy.

"What does it have to do with you?" The swordsman in white stared at Qin Lang like the edge of a sword, "Because from now on, you will become my slave, so you should know the name of the master."

"Slave?" Qin Lang laughed ferociously, "I didn't want to kill you at first, but now it seems that it is inevitable!"

"Just an ant!" The swordsman in white sneered. The purple flying sword was already at his feet. He rose into the air and stared at Qin Lang condescendingly. "You will be destined to become my slave!~"

Qin Lang stopped answering, jumped from the ground, soared into the sky, and jumped above the white-clothed swordsman, attacking the white-clothed swordsman from a high position.

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

This is not the first time Qin Lang has fought with a cultivator. He knows the strengths and weaknesses of cultivators. The strength of cultivators lies in the fact that their flying sword attack range can easily cover a distance of less than a thousand steps; their weakness lies in close combat.

Although the flying swords of cultivators are not long, they are used to long-range attacks, so close range attacks are their weakness. Cultivators pursue gorgeous swordsmanship, but "hand-to-hand combat" is definitely not their strong point.

Qin Lang has no weapons, but his fists are the best weapons. Qin Lang's Xingyiquan has already reached its peak, and he has rich experience in actual combat. Close combat is Qin Lang's strength.

The reason why this cultivator flew into the air with his sword was not because he deliberately showed off his jade sword flying ability in front of Qin Lang, but because he wanted to give full play to his sword flying skills and distance himself from Qin Lang, but he I never expected that Qin Lang could actually "fly".

Of course, strictly speaking, Qin Lang can only be regarded as a "leap" and not a flight. He just used the energy vortex around his body to balance his own weight, and then used his own explosive power to "leap", instantly bringing him and Ke Zunbei closer. distance, and then Qin Lang's fist attacked Ke Zunbei like a violent storm, forcing Ke Zunbei from mid-air to the ground.

There was no way, Qin Lang's fist was too fast and fierce. Before Ke Zunbei could take advantage of the flying sword, he was restricted to a certain range by Qin Lang's stormy fist. He could not move his body at all, and could only temporarily land on it. On the ground, prepare to launch a new round of offensive.

However, the moment Ke Zunbei's feet landed on the ground, his misfortune began.