This punch didn't have any fancy moves, it was just the simplest straight punch. But the moment Badi Holy Dragon's fist moved forward, the temperature of the entire open space suddenly soared.
The air was compressed and ignited, condensing into a red fireball that was almost solid on his fist. The fireball dragged a long flame tail, like a meteor ejected from the ground, and blasted forward with the power to destroy everything.
Wherever the fist wind passed, a charred ravine was plowed into the ground. The gravel was picked up by the air waves and burned into molten droplets by the high temperature in mid-air.
And at the same moment when the punch was fired, in the empty space in front of Badi Holy Dragon, a sword slashed out without any warning.
It was not cut from a certain direction, but emerged directly from nothingness. It was as if someone had cut a hole in the air itself with a knife, and what flowed out of that hole was not blood, but light.
Golden, hot, and extremely condensed light.
The sword light and the fireball collided in mid-air.
No explosion. No loud noise.
The light of the knife was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, silently splitting the fireball in half from the middle. The split fireball flew to both sides and crashed into the woods. Two large trees that were as thick as each other were instantly ignited. The flames climbed along the trunks and burned them into two pieces of charcoal in a few seconds.
But Badi Holy Dragon's expression didn't change at all.
This punch was not intended to hit, but to force the person out of his position.
The position where the sword light appears is his position.
Badi Holy Dragon's fist did not retract, but changed its direction, opened his five fingers, and grabbed the void where the sword light came from. Five red flames shot out from his fingertips, like five roaring fire dragons, staggering towards the empty area. The temperature of the flames was higher than that of the previous punch, and the moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, forming a vast white steam.
In that empty area, the light was distorted.
It's like the distortion on a sun-heated highway in a summer afternoon, but more intense and deliberate. The light is like a piece of crumpled silk, folding and reorganizing in that space, and then - a figure walks out of nothingness.
Zhong Shenxiu.
He was holding the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in his right hand, with a light golden light flowing on the blade, and the aftertaste of the previous knife still remained on the blade. There were several marks on his clothes that were scorched by the high temperature, and the edges of his cuffs and clothes were slightly curled, but his breathing was steady, his steps were calm, and there was no trace of panic in his pair of light golden vertical pupils.
One month has left obvious traces on his body. His figure is an inch taller than at the beginning of the vacation, the lines of his shoulders are broader, and clear muscle outlines can be seen on his arms and calves. Those are the traces polished by hard work day and night and countless actual battles, and they are lean and explosive lines.
His Soul Power fluctuation is also stronger than a month ago.
Level forty-three.
One month, level three. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is already extremely fast, but if Zhong Shenxiu hadn't focused on all-round training, his Soul Power Level could still improve a lot!
But Soul Power's improvement in cultivation is not the key to this month's practice.
Zhong Shenxiu holds the knife in one hand, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's body is flowing with light golden light, and the edge of the blade still retains the aftertaste of the previous knife. There are several marks on his clothes that have been scorched by the high temperature, and the edges of his cuffs and clothes are slightly curled, but his breathing is steady, his steps are calm, and there is no trace of panic in his pair of light golden vertical pupils.
Badi Holy Dragon The five fire dragons grabbed with five fingers have already rushed in front of him.
Zhong Shenxiu did not retreat. His right foot was a little on the ground, and his whole body swept out to the side. At the same time, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade was lying in front of him, and the golden light on the blade surged. He flipped his wrist, the blade cut diagonally, and an arc-shaped golden sword energy flew out from the blade and slashed towards the two nearest fire dragons.
The sword energy collided with the fire dragon, and a ball of scorching air burst out. The two fire dragons that were killed exploded in mid-air, turning into sparks all over the sky, but the remaining three fire dragons had already changed their direction and continued to rush towards him.
Zhong Shenxiu's Light Gold Vertical Pupils squinted.
He didn't dodge anymore. He pushed forward with his left hand, and the golden light around him suddenly rose - Third Soul Skill, Prison-Suppressing Wisdom King Seal.
A Wisdom King Phantom wearing flowing armor appeared behind him. He formed a seal with his hands and slammed downwards. The seal fell like a mountain, and where the golden light was covered, the three fire dragons seemed to be held down by an invisible big hand. They twisted violently in mid-air for a few times, and then were crushed to death.
Badi Holy Dragon's eyes lit up.
He didn't give Zhong Shenxiu a chance to breathe. His legs exerted force, and he rushed out like a cannonball. His short red hair was pulled into a flame-like trajectory in the wind. His right fist was already full of power, and a layer of almost liquid red flame condensed on the surface of his fist. The outline of his entire arm was slightly distorted by the high temperature.
Punch out.
This punch was faster and heavier than the one just now. The flames on the fist surface continued to compress as it advanced, condensing from a ball of fire into a thin, lava-like crimson coating, which clung to the fist surface. This was not a far-range attack, but a close combat - Badi Holy Dragon wanted to directly smash the opponent's defense with his fists.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils reflected the growing fist.
He didn't retreat.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade was lifted from bottom to top, and the blade was filled with golden light. This was not a slash, but a more delicate way of wielding the knife - the blade slid against Badi Holy Dragon's fist surface, not a head-on collision, but the Light Power flowing on the blade peeled off the flame coating on the fist surface layer by layer.
Golden sword light and crimson flames exploded between the two of them, like a two-color flower in full bloom.
Badi Holy Dragon felt the flames on his fists were being thinned. He raised his eyebrows, and instead of retracting his fists, he changed his move - he spread his fingers and directly grabbed Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade.
The metal collided with the flame, making a harsh friction sound.
High-temperature flames condensed in the palm of Badi Holy Dragon, and Light Power flowed on the blade of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade. The two were consumed crazily on the contact surface. White-hot steam spurted out from between the fingers, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
Zhong Shenxiu's expression didn't change at all. He released the handle of the knife with his left hand, formed claws with his five fingers, and struck Badi Holy Dragon's chest with a palm.
First Soul Skill, Sky Light Dragon Spear.
But his palm did not condense the complete Dragon Spear, but compressed it into a light cone only as long as a finger, which almost exploded against Badi Holy Dragon's chest.
Badi Holy Dragon groaned, and the clothes on his chest were instantly burned through, revealing a piece of burned skin. His body was pushed back half a step by the impact of the light cone, and his right hand had to let go of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade.
Zhong Shenxiu won't show mercy when he's in power.
His knife regained its freedom the moment Badi Holy Dragon let go. The blade turned and slashed diagonally from bottom to top, heading straight for Badi Holy Dragon's throat. The knife was fast and hard, and the golden light on the blade condensed into a thin line, as if it was trying to cut the air.
Badi Holy Dragon's head jerked back, and the blade scraped across his chin, bringing up several burnt red hair.
But Badi Holy Dragon was ready to counterattack while retreating. He crossed his hands in front of him, and then pulled them sharply to both sides - a crimson fireball with a diameter of more than three feet formed between his palms. Liquid flames rolled on the surface of the fireball, and the temperature inside was so high that even the light was distorted.
He pushed the fireball out.
It was not a throw, but a push. After the fireball escaped from his palm, it did not fly towards Zhong Shenxiu, but exploded directly in front of him.