Starting from evil spirits to challenge comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 84 Going Down the Mountain
The next day, Han Ling went down the mountain with the letter from Wu Yazi.

As for Wu Yazi, he has already been invited by Li Qingluo, and plans to return to Mantuo Villa soon, to accompany his daughter and granddaughter, and enjoy the family happiness.

At this time, Wu Yazi no longer takes Ding Chunqiu seriously, although his cultivation has been greatly reduced, but his realm is there, it is more than enough to deal with an opponent with an eighth realm.

Before leaving, Wu Yazi once again warned Han Ling that he must pay attention to the problem of root bones, and that if he had the opportunity in the future, he must get the Yi Jin Jing and Jiuyang Shengong.

It was only then that Han Ling realized how important the root bone was. The dark wounds in his body before were caused by the system's forced improvement of his cultivation due to insufficient root bones.If this problem is not solved as soon as possible, he will not even dare to improve his cultivation base. If the hidden injury breaks out, it will be bad if he can't even save the divine illumination.

When parting, Wang Yuyan quietly invited him to visit her at Mantuo Villa, and claimed that she would definitely defeat him next time they meet.

This made Han Ling a little funny. I really thought that she would take off after getting her grandfather's eighth level of skill. Is your master very open?
At that moment, Han Ling happily agreed, and then he would show Wang Yuyan what terrorism is.

As soon as he got off the mountain, he felt an energy lock on him.Han Ling soon discovered that three kilometers to the left of him, the Blood Knife Patriarch was hiding there, watching him.

If it were before going up the mountain, Han Ling would not be able to find him at such a long distance.However, after learning the technique of sound transmission and soul searching, Han Ling's perception has far surpassed that of an expert of the same level.

Therefore, the blood knife patriarch thought he was hiding very secretly, but in fact he had been exposed to Han Ling's eyes.

Han Ling touched the blood knife on his waist, and said to himself, "This guy is really patient. He has waited for me at the foot of the mountain for so long. It's okay, let's play with him and try out his new kung fu."

He hastily used the breath restraining technique to lower his aura to the level before going up the mountain, and then pretended not to know that someone was following him, and walked leisurely all the way in the direction of Xiangyang.

Arriving in a small forest, Han Ling immediately remembered the precept of "no entry into the forest", but it seemed good to use this place as the burial place of the ancestor of the blood knife.

At this time, he is better than the opponent in terms of skills and cultivation, and the weapon that the opponent relies on to become famous is also in his hands. As long as he doesn't die, the ancestor of the blood knife can't match him no matter what.

Not long after, the blood knife ancestor appeared outside the woods.He saw Han Ling enter the woods, with a ferocious smile on his face: "Wonderful, wonderful, this kid has found a good home for himself!"

He immediately used snow steps to escape, trying to catch up with Han Ling immediately and kill him here.However, Han Ling was nowhere to be seen when he tried his best to chase after him.

"Strange, where did this kid go?"

The ancestor of the blood knife looked around, but Han Ling disappeared without a trace as if the world had evaporated.

"Damn it, did you let him escape?"

The blood knife patriarch was regretting, but heard a voice suddenly sounded:
"Old Blood Knife, are you looking for me?"

The ancestor of the blood knife was like a thorn on his back, and immediately looked around vigilantly: "How did this kid find me?"

But there were no people around at all, and Han Ling's voice seemed to be whispering next to him, which was so strange that it made one's heart palpitate.

The ancestor of the blood knife drew out his single knife and swung it backwards, the shadow of the blood knife disappeared in a flash.

"Pretend to be a ghost, give me death!"

Within a range of three meters wide behind him, a row of big trees were directly broken by the waist.

"Wow, old man, where did you get the replacement? It looks very sharp, no worse than the one I have! Why don't you give me another one, so I can make a match."

"Bastard, die to me!"

Han Ling's extreme ridicule made the ancestor of the blood knife furious. He simply exerted all his strength, and the shadow of the blood knife appeared around him in an instant, and then grew up in the wind, moving towards all directions.

Blood Knife Dafa·Drinking Blood One Knife.

Wherever they passed, rocks flew, and tree debris flew, and the edge of the forest was about to be destroyed by the knife of the blood knife ancestor.

However, his saber light suddenly stopped abruptly, as if a poisonous snake had been pinched by seven inches, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The Blood Knife Patriarch broke out in a cold sweat. The move just now was done with all his strength, but he didn't know that it was so lightly cracked and invisible.

Does this kid have helpers around him?
The ancestor of Xuedao hurriedly said: "Where is the expert coming, the old monk is so polite." As he said, he was secretly working hard, ready to run away.

"Old Blood Knife, are you confused? It's just you and me here, where is the third person? Or you think it's not good to spread the word about losing to a young man like me. So you fabricate someone, So that you can have a little face when you say it. After all, it’s a one-on-two game, and it’s understandable to lose.”

Han Ling slowly came out from the shadows, with a confident smile on his face, but he still used the breath restraint technique to cover up his true cultivation.

The ancestor of the blood knife doubted his eyes: "It's impossible, you can't take the trick I just did!"

"maybe."

Han Ling smiled playfully,

"However, I feel that your moves are strong on the outside and hard on the inside. Is it because you have done too much recently, and your body is a bit overdrawn. Why don't you go back and eat more goji berries."

"Damn it!"

The ancestor of the blood knife is most proud of his majesty. At this moment, he was run on by a young man face to face, and he was furious immediately, and directly slashed at Han Ling.

It's still the same trick, blood knife Dafa·drinking blood knife!

This time, the ancestor of the blood knife concentrated his power on the front line and exploded towards Han Ling's eyebrows.

"Damn it, you dare to laugh at Lao Tzu even if you're a young boy. You have the guts to really fuck that wicked bitch Li Qingluo."

Han Ling's smile didn't diminish, and he didn't seem to be angry at all. At this time, Chunxin wanted to test his own ability, and shot directly at the opponent's knife light.

Tianshan Six Sun Palms Yang Song Tianjun!
This is the most powerful palm among the six yang palms in the sky.

I saw an extremely violent force that directly suppressed the blood knife light and poured it back, and the two completely different forces pressed hard towards the ancestor of the blood knife.

Before the strength was reached, the strong wind had already enveloped the whole body of the ancestor of the blood knife, and his face was so turbulent that he couldn't even open his eyes.

laugh!
The blood knife ancestor's face was torn into a fine line, and he even found it difficult to breathe at this moment.

Absolutely can't block it hard!

The blood knife ancestor instinctively echoed this idea in his mind, he no longer cared about why the opponent suddenly became so powerful, and quickly dodged to the side.

Yang Ge Tianjun moved towards the right arm of the ancestor of the blood knife, and just rubbed it slightly, and a piece of flesh and blood was torn off the other's right arm.

The force of the palm directly swept out a long mark more than two meters wide. Wherever it passed, not a single blade of grass grew. The power of this palm was so powerful.

Patriarch Blood Knife clutched the wound on his right arm in pain, at this moment several cold plum blossoms had quietly sprouted all over his body.

It is one of the three-way fingering of Zhemei hands in Tianshan Mountains, the plum blossoms and snow falls!

Before the Blood Knife Patriarch could react, Han Mei had already exploded, and immediately blood splattered everywhere, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

"What kind of martial arts are you?"

The ancestor of the blood knife was full of disbelief. He was confident that he would be able to take down Han Ling before, but he was defeated so completely in one face-to-face. What happened to the other party?
"Go to hell and ask Hades."

Han Ling stepped forward to end the blood knife ancestor's life!

At this time, a saber light struck from behind!

"Don't hurt my master!"

(End of this chapter)