C42 Dying struggle

"I never thought that you would actually be able to escape from the encirclement of the Monkey King of the Blood Spirit and the Blood Spirit Monkey. I truly admire you!"

Luo Yu smiled lightly as he walked out of the dark shrubbery with the crescent blade in his hand.

"Little animal …"

Wang Ling looked at Luo Yu's eyes, who had turned red from anger, and then moved the wound just now. The pain made his mouth twitch slightly …

"I didn't expect you to dare appear in front of me. Aren't you afraid that I'll cut you into a thousand pieces?

"Oh …" "Really?" Luo Yu smiled slightly upon hearing Wang Ling's threat.

"When you were at your peak, I, Kid, would naturally not dare to face you head on. A tiger without claws and teeth, you're not even comparable to a dog! "

"You …"

Luo Yu's lips were as sharp as knives. Wang Ling was flustered and exasperated as he explained his current situation.

"Hehe, that's right. I am indeed heavily injured. However, killing you is like stepping on an ant …" Wang Ling paused for a moment, because at this time, Luo Yu suddenly burst forth with his blade and directly slashed at his face.

What Luo Yu said was right, he was currently heavily injured, and his strength was at most at half of his usual level.

"Little animal, I will make you regret not fleeing!"

Wang Ling bellowed, he waved the sword in his hand, which was stained with Blood Spirit Monkey blood, and slashed towards Luo Yu.

Dang Dang Dang …!

After a few clashing sounds, Luo Yu and Wang Ling both retreated two steps. Wang Ling's condition was worse, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his wounds were shaken to the point where blood flowed out once again.

Luo Yu was secretly shocked, this Wang Ling was so heavily injured that he could still fight on par with him, but when he saw Wang Ling being shaken to the point where he vomited blood, he secretly thought that his guess was not wrong.

In fact, Wang Ling's condition was even worse, under such severe injuries, he could still fight Luo Yu to a standstill because his current cultivation level was Houtian eighth stage.

It had been quite some time since he fought with the Monkey King of the Blood Spirit. When the Yang Yuan Dan's effects were completely effective, not only would he lose his current realm, he would also not be able to use the side effects brought by the Yang Yuan Dan.

Wang Ling also knew his current situation, so he could only kill Luo Yu before his body completely wilted.

Thinking about that, Wang Ling roared, and waved his sword to slash at Luo Yu.

"Hmph, struggling before death."

Luo Yu scoffed, looking disdainful, but he actually did not dare to be careless. Although the current Wang Ling was severely injured, he was the most dangerous of them all, being in a rush to jump into a wall, and when the rabbit was anxious, he would still bite, not to mention a human being. He held onto the crescent knife tightly, and welcomed Wang Ling.

The two of them had exchanged more than a hundred blows, but they couldn't do anything to each other. The surrounding shrubs were hacked into smithereens by swords and sabers.

"Sword Slash Big Dipper!"

Wang Ling shouted loudly, the blood stained Long Sword in his hands was trembling non-stop from the internal strength, his sword aura looked like it was about to slash down onto the stars in the sky.

Luo Yu was shocked, how could this old man burst with such powerful fighting strength even after being heavily injured.

However, Wang Ling's heart was in turmoil. If he was still unable to kill Luo Yu within the incense's worth of time, he himself would have to remove the poison from his body. At that time, he would be the one who would die.

"The power of the Sixteen Splitting Mountain Forms – Splitting Flower Mountain!"

Even more so, Luo Yu did not dare hold back, he raised his blade and used all his strength to parry it, and then slashed down with his blade!

Clank!

The swords clashed once again, the two of them were pushed back a few meters by the shock, Luo Yu became even worse, the crescent knife fell to the ground, while Wang Ling's wounds were trembling so badly that blood gushed out, indicating that he was not in a better state. The Long Sword was cut in half, his Long Sword was only a middle grade common order weapon, and could not be compared to Luo Yu, so after fighting against the Monkey King of the Blood Spirit and Luo Yu for a few rounds, he finally passed away.

"Little animal, prepare to die …"

Wang Ling endured the pain in his heart and slashed at Luo Yu with the broken sword.

"Old man …"

Luo Yu was also enraged, he got up and fought Wang Ling barehanded. Damn it, the main character in the novels from his past life who was someone who could not even fight someone stronger than him, and yet he himself could not even defeat an injured old fogey, what a disgrace.

Seeing Luo Yu rushing towards him with his bare hands, Wang Ling's eyes were filled with disdain, he threw away the broken sword in his hand, he also had his own pride, after being forced to the extent of using the broken sword by a Kid of a lower realm than him, he was too embarrassed to use the sword again.

"Little animal, I want to let you know the difference between the middle and late Houtian realm!"

"Weapon Breaking Palm!"

Wang Ling slapped his palm towards Luo Yu.

"Falling Rock Fist!"

Luo Yu's punch had also gathered all of his explosive strength to reach the peak of the strength of five Qilins.

"Bang …!"

A muffled sound, like a drum being struck by a hammer, rang in the air. Luo Yu was smacked so hard that he vomited blood and flew into the air.

Wang Ling's palm also erupted with six Qilins of power under heavy injuries. If he was not injured, the power of eight Qilins would definitely be able to break Luo Yu's bones and shatter his tendons.

Wang Ling's thick internal strength rushed into Luo Yu's body through that palm and rampaged through his meridian s. It was so painful that Luo Yu felt as if he had been cut by a knife and almost fainted.

In the precelestial stage realm, the most important thing is to temper the body, nourish the vital energy and blood. The most important thing is to open all eight of the strange meridians in the body, and when Luo Yu broke through to the middle stage of the Houtian fourth stage, he immediately opened any of the Ren Meridian and Du Meridian, and realized that he had broken through the channels in the spine where the Houtian sixth stage was about to open the abdomen.

When Wang Ling's internal strength reached the vein on Luo Yu's abdomen, it actually broke through the vein bearing barrier, and violently split the vein. With an irresistible force, it cut straight to the meridian along the spine, stopping just in front of the pulse.

Houtian sixth stage, break!

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

"Young Master broke through?"

Luo Yu was overjoyed, everyone said that battle was the fastest way to raise one's strength, the ancient people honestly did not bully me, but this breakthrough was too abnormal and too despicable, I actually had to take a beating, I have to learn how to take a beating first before I watch.

Wang Ling watched as Luo Yu vomited blood and fell to the ground. The expressions on his face alternated between sadness and happiness, which made him feel that it was strange.

"Could it be that this little animal has been beaten stupid by me? 'Forget it, let's just kill him first! '

He could feel that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and the effects of the Yang Yuan Dan was getting faster …

He rushed to Luo Yu and once again struck out with his palm.

"Old fool, did you feel good about your beating just now? It should be the Young Master's turn now!" Luo Yu saw Wang Ling striking towards him with his palm.

"Falling Rock Fist..."

Maybe perfect state was not the highest realm in the mirror of the Martial Skill, so the so called falling stone, required a type of fearless spirit that was indomitable and indomitable, moving like thunder, as calm as a virgin, as though it was a boulder …

His fist that was covered in a membrane actually emitted a layer of hazy luster, like the shadow of a boulder.

"This is …"

Wang Ling was shocked. He could feel that the power of this punch was much stronger than the previous one. However, it was too late to withdraw his hand. He could only watch as it collided with his own palm …

Ka-cha …

'Crack! 'A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the room …

Ah …

Wang Ling cried out in pain. His arm was broken from the impact and his arm was torn apart along with his flesh …

Luo Yu's Falling Rock Fist erupted with a total of eight Qilins of power, which was comparable to Houtian eighth stage.

It has to be said that even if it were a normal Ancient cultivator, they would only have the power of four Qilins at most, while Houtian seventh stage and sixth stage are the bottlenecks. When a warrior breaks through to the precelestial stage realm, he can cross the three Qilins and the explosive power of the internal strength can reach the power of seven Qilins.

Furthermore, even if Luo Yu's fleshly body was considered strong within the same stage, it would only have the power of five Qilins, while he had relied on his temporary comprehension of the Falling Rock Fist's explosive force to reach the power of eight Qilins. What kind of concept was this!?