indianbanksassociation Chapter 173 Battle
Chapter 173 Battle
With one against ten, Meng Ming slashed in front of the crowd, with the vigorous arrogance of the Nascent Soul period spreading unscrupulously.
"A Nascent Soul is only in its early stages, and dares to stand in front of us."
Nascent Soul early-stage monks who are good at space blocking Divine Ability sneered.
On his side, there are only two Nascent Soul early stage monks, plus 54 Gold Core stage monks to help out.
In the early days of Nascent Soul, what should I use to fight them?
Do you rely on the mid-term magic repair of the Gold Core over there?
"No wonder he was able to escape during the encirclement and suppression. It turned out that he had the help of an expert."
Lock Xu Yang's Nascent Soul mid-term monk, Shrink the Earth to an Inch.
He just strolled forward a few steps in a leisurely manner, and he was already in front of Xu Yang.
He raised one palm, and a dazzling sun rose in his palm.
This is his famous Divine Ability, Nine Suns Shengan.
As soon as you make a move, you will do your best!
"Why did Patriarch Han use such a powerful Divine Ability to hit a mid-term Gold Core?"
"Don't you know? Grandfather Han's nephew in the Gold Core stage was beaten to death by this demon cultivator in Xiaozuan City!"
The many monks who besieged Meng Ming felt the heat coming from their backs.
Immediately turned around and backed away, retreating for several miles in a row, for fear that an accident would affect me.
In this blocked space, even if they wanted to hide, they couldn't hide.
Fortunately, Patriarch Han still remembers that there are still a group of Gold Core juniors here, and they have not unscrupulously released the Great Divine Ability.
Instead, it condenses the power of the Divine Ability and suppresses it within a small range.
"Be careful! Then the Nascent Soul stage magic repair will start!"
Just when everyone lost their minds because of Patriarch Han, Meng Ming turned into a ghost and shuttled among the Gold Core monks.
Every time he passed a Gold Core stage monk, that Gold Core stage monk would fall into a coma and fall straight from the air to the ground.
"court death!"
In the blink of an eye, six or seven Gold Core stage monks were hit by the trick, their bodies fell, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
The two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators looked anxious and shot at the same time, trying to stop the demon cultivator.
Unexpectedly, Meng Ming didn't fight head-to-head with two early Nascent Soul monks at all.
Like a loach, in the bombardment of the Divine Ability magic weapon, it forcibly found a way without injury.
The number of Gold Core stage monks who were recruited continued to increase, falling from the sky like dumplings.
"Back! Don't get close to that demon cultivator!"
The initial Nascent Soul cultivator roared, wishing to smash Meng Ming's head with one punch!
But Meng Ming's strange steps and ethereal figure were not something they could handle at all.
"Join him together! Wait for Han Fellow Daoist to get rid of that Gold Core demon cultivator, and come back and kill him together!"
"good!"
The two hit it off and stopped doing useless work.
One person is in charge of deducing where Meng Ming will appear in the next second.
The other person is responsible for arranging the deceleration formation in advance.
The two initial Nascent Soul monks switched from offense to defense, and the effect was remarkable.
Meng Ming's speed dropped sharply, and it was already very difficult to catch up with the Gold Core stage monks and parasitize the mandala bug eggs on their foreheads.
effective!
The two initial Nascent Soul monks breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't expect Meng Ming to be such a rascal.
As a monk of the Nascent Soul stage, he is attacking juniors of the Gold Core stage!
He didn't have the guts to fight them openly, but instead bullied the younger generation.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is worthy of being a demon cultivator.
The two pressed on step by step, once they caught the opportunity.
They will act decisively and kill Meng Ming.
On the other side, Xu Yang looked at the fireball flying across the sky and hitting him.
He clenched his fists and made a bold move.
The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth stirred, and following Xu Yang's movements, he rushed towards the dazzling fireball like the sun one step ahead.
The aura of heaven and earth blows over the fireball, causing 30% of its power to disappear out of thin air.
"What Divine Ability is this?"
Patriarch Han was stunned for a moment. Is this the Divine Ability of physical training?
But he has never heard of it, and Ti Xiu has this ability.
It's just that no matter how weird Xu Yang is, he is still just a dying ant in front of him.
"Still trying to resist Nascent Soul's mid-stage cultivator's Divine Ability with his physical body, it's really courting death."
Old Ancestor Han sneered, the Nine Suns Sheng'an he used with all his strength, let alone a Gold Core period.
Even if it is an initial Nascent Soul cultivator, it will end at the point of death.
Even if it is a monk who is also a mid-stage Nascent Soul, if he takes this blow head-on, it will still be a fateful end.
Xu Yang wanted to fight with his body, but in his eyes, it was undoubtedly like a mantis holding back a car.
I'm afraid that the moment the two come into contact, the demon cultivator will die without leaving any bones.
Stupid, ridiculous.
Patriarch Han's eyes were cold, as Xu Yang was about to be swallowed by the fireball.
The uneasiness in his heart did not weaken at all, but became more intense.
The next moment, a fireball with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees exploded.
It turned into sparks all over the sky, splashing towards all directions.
It seems that a firework is blooming in the sky, gorgeous and brilliant.
Xu Yang stood in the air, except for some scorched marks on his fist, there was no injury in other places.
"What a powerful body! What are you? Nascent Soul Stage Body Refining Demon Cultivator?!"
Patriarch Han sucked in a breath of air. The last Nascent Soul stage physical training that appeared in Xiaohanyu was hundreds of years ago?
300 years ago? Or 400 years ago?
It's been so long that he doesn't even remember it.
Xu Yang shook the palm of his hand, and the blackened hand shook off cleanly.
The skin regained its moist and jade-like appearance.
The aura of heaven and earth that had been mobilized by Xu Yang just now did not all rush out to reduce the power of the fireball.
Only half of the aura of heaven and earth.
The other half of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was attached to the surface of his body, like a suit of armor.
Reduce the power of the fireball by another 30%.
The remaining power is no longer a threat to Xu Yang.
That's the horror of Heaven Spirit Root.
"One mouthful and one demon cultivator, why do you think I'm a demon cultivator?"
Xu Yang stroked his young and handsome face, full of doubts.
When I was in Xiaozuan City back then, I specially changed my appearance.
Now that it has been restored to its original appearance, how can it still be recognized?
Then what's the significance of his previous disguise?
"Heh, did you forget that your spiritual pet also appeared in Xiaozuan City?"
Patriarch Han sneered and narrowed his eyes. He finally identified the source of his uneasiness.
If it wasn't for Xu Yang's cultivation base not keeping up with his physical strength, he would have run away long ago.
A Nascent Soul stage of physical training, even if it is only the early stage of Nascent Soul, is not an existence that can rival him.
Just like just now.
His strongest Divine Ability fell on this Moxiu, but it only caused a little more scratches on his fists.
If he had to fight head-to-head, he would definitely lose.
But his cultivation base is flawed, and he only uses Gold Core in the middle stage.
If that's the case, grind him to death!
Patriarch Han's face turned hard, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mass of thick white jade-colored flames.
Like a pure white cloud, it floated towards Xu Yang.
Xu Yang lowered his head, thoughtful.
Flipping his wrist, a spiritual garment was draped over his body.