Chapter 838 Dominate!

"call!"

Amidst the sharp sound of breaking through the air, Yu Mingjing moved the long knife in his hand, and a dazzling golden light that was as solid as a substance burst out, whizzing forward at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye. In the flash of lightning, it tore through the void of more than ten meters,

Arriving in front of Tang Huan, an unparalleled edge exploded.

Tang Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have entered an extremely ethereal and mysterious artistic conception.

The trajectory of Yu Mingjing's long sword, the strength of the sword's light, the speed at which it tore through the void, and even how powerful it could be... all of this was captured by Tang Tang without any omission.

Captured by joy, and then clearly presented in the mind.

In Tang Huan's reaction, Yu Mingjing's offensive seemed to be completely broken down.

Tang Huan knew very well that this should be the change brought about by the "ethereal Buddha image" deep in his soul. Before this, although his sensing ability far exceeded that of monks at the same level, it was impossible to reach such a level.

.This feeling is simply beyond imagination.

"Buzz!"

Amidst the excited trembling sound, the Flame Feather Gun bloomed with an unusually bright red light.

Tsk! Tang Huan raised his arm slightly and sent out the spear. A fiery red spear light shot out and landed on the most vulnerable point of the golden sword light.

"boom!"

The sword light exploded instantly, and the fiery red spear light was like a stream of light, driving straight in and hitting Yu Mingjing's long sword.

The earth-shaking roar immediately erupted, and the unparalleled strength raged wildly. Yu Mingjing felt his palms were slightly numb, and the long knife was raised high under the impact of that force.

"Why so?"

Yu Mingjing couldn't believe his eyes. The knife he just struck was just a tentative attack and he didn't use his full strength. But even so, it shouldn't be so weak that Tang Huan could break it easily. However, he was shocked in his heart.

At that moment, Tang Huan was chasing after him like a shadow.

"laugh!"

The sound of breaking through the air seemed to penetrate the eardrums. This time, it was no longer the gun light, but directly Tang Huan's spear. There seemed to be flames above the spear head, and the spear tip seemed to be made of pieces.

It is made up of tiny feathers, and each feather exudes a sharp edge.

A spear was thrust out, and the void around the spear head in front seemed to be shattering layer by layer.

Yu Mingjing's pupils shrank suddenly and his body retreated violently, but the flame feather spear came so fast that he had no time to use any combat skills. He could only hold the handle of the knife with both hands and swing the long knife fiercely with the simplest movement.

As it cuts down, the true energy flows inside the blade, and the strength is like a tide.

"when!"

Swords and guns met, and loud noises shot into the sky.

Yu Mingjing immediately felt an almost irresistible terrifying force roaring towards him, which almost knocked the long knife out of his hand. Although he finally held the handle of the knife tightly, the palms of his hands were already cracked.

Come, bright red blood overflows from between your fingers.

"How is that possible? This kid really just broke through to the sixth level of true spirit?"

Yu Mingjing was shocked, but he had to retreat backwards again. The long knife in his hand slashed down again, because the spear on the opposite side shot out like a fiery red stream of light.

"when!"

"when!"

"when……"

The deafening impact sounds came one after another, and the intervals between each two sounds were exactly the same. It sounded very rhythmic to the ears.

Tang Huan seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, stabbing out one shot after another.

But under his extremely leisurely offensive, Yu Mingjing was forced to retreat continuously, with unconcealable horror on his handsome face.

The situation on the stage made many monks speechless.

"Hey... I read that right..."

"He is only at the sixth level of true spirit, but Yu Mingjing, who is at the peak of the sixth level of true spirit, has no power to fight back. What is his origin?"

"It's an eye-opener. It's really an eye-opener. This is the first time I know that an offensive launched by one person can be so pleasing to the eye."

"..."

After the initial shock, everyone around the ring couldn't help but exclaimed repeatedly, while Hu Xuan, Shen You and others were beaming with joy and smiling.

"Tang Huan, I seem to have underestimated you."

In the crowd, Fu Junwei murmured softly, and a smile appeared on her delicate and white face like a porcelain doll. But immediately, her dark eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and her delicate little tongue licked gently.

He licked his lips, looking eager to try.

"Where did this little guy come from, with such amazing fighting power? I'm afraid ordinary seventh-level true spirit monks are no match for him." On the referee's table, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed into a small gap, sallow.

An uncontrollable look of surprise appeared on his face.

"when!"

On the stage, swords and guns clashed again.

Amidst the loud noise like the clash of gold and iron, energy surged, Yu Mingjing raised the weapon in his hand, his body retreated violently, and the flaming red spear from the opposite side attacked again...

A new cycle has begun!

The seventh shot!

The eighth shot!

"laugh!"

Immediately afterwards, Tang Huan's spear was like lightning and he stabbed out again!

The ninth shot!

"when!"

After the violent collision, Yu Mingjing stabilized the long sword that shot up into the air, almost vertically. His hands trembled, and the blood spilled from his palms dyed his sleeves red.

On the opposite side, Tang Huan stopped, and the flame feather spear paused in the void.

When everyone around him saw this, they were shocked and extremely confused.

Yu Mingjing was already standing on the edge of the ring. At this time, Tang Huan only needed one more shot to force him off the ring and win. But at such a critical moment, Tang Huan actually chose to stop. He was not afraid of Yu Mingjing.

Ming Jing regained his breath and caused big trouble for him.

But soon, everyone knew the reason.

"puff--"

Yu Mingjing's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but before the sound came out, a mouthful of blood spat out. First, the long knife in his hand clattered to the ground and broke into several pieces. Then his knees weakened and he fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper.

, both palms were even more bloody, and blood kept dripping down the fingertips on the ring.

"How does it feel to have trouble come from your mouth?"

Tang Huan smiled calmly, naturally knowing why Yu Mingjing became like this.

This battle was under Tang Huan's control from beginning to end. What speed was needed when the Flame Feather Spear was thrust out, and how much strength was required to force the opponent to choose the simplest way to hit it hard; how fast was the opponent's sword when it fell?

How, how strong; when the sword and gun collide, how much power will invade the opponent's body, and what degree of damage will be caused to the opponent's internal organs... none of them can escape Tang Huan's induction.

All of Yu Mingjing's reactions were not what Tang Huan expected, because every step he took was forced by Tang Huan.

During this battle, Tang Huan felt as if he had transformed into a god and became the master of this small space, which made him even more admirable for the "ethereal Buddha image".

It is indeed something that Hu Can spent fifteen hundred years to condense. It has just been integrated with the "ethereal Buddha form" and can exert such a terrifying effect. If the power of the "ethereal Buddha form" can be fully mobilized,

, how terrifying should its effect be?

"Just stay in bed for three months." While thinking, Tang Huan spoke again. After leaving these words, he turned and walked towards the referee's table.

"you……"

Yu Mingjing was extremely angry, and a sickly flush suddenly appeared on his pale face. But just as he said this word in his mouth, his voice suddenly stopped, but his upper body had already fallen forward to the ground, his eyes closed.

He was motionless and fainted.
Chapter completed!