Badi Holy Dragon didn't give Zhong Shenxiu any chance to breathe and flew forward.
His body underwent obvious changes as he moved. The muscles on his arms swelled in a circle, and fine lines of crimson scales appeared on the surface of his skin. They were not real scales, but the manifestation of energy formed after the power of fire was condensed to the extreme under the skin. His fingers opened and closed, and two groups of crimson flames surged out of his palms. The flames did not disperse, but condensed, compressed, and shaped on the surface of his fists - as if they were fist blades cast by lava.
The whole body of the fist blade was dark red, with magma-like lines flowing on the surface, and the edge was slightly white, which was a sign of extremely high temperature. The fist blade was not a weapon, but the form of the Badi Holy Dragon flame power condensed to the limit, and it fit on the surface of his fist and knuckles, as if growing out of the bones.
His feet took three consecutive steps on the ground, each step leaving a smoky footprint on the scorched hard mud. At the end of the third step, he was already in front of Zhong Shenxiu.
The right fist punched out.
The fist blade dragged a scorching white trajectory in the air. Before the fist reached the face, the heat wave that was enough to ignite the air had already hit the face. This punch had no meaning of probing. Badi Holy Dragon's crimson pupils were burning with fighting intent. The lines on the fist surface became brighter and brighter as it advanced, like a piece of iron that had been burned to the limit.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his knife to block.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade lay horizontally in front of him, and the golden light and the dark red light of the fist blade exploded on the contact surface. But Badi Holy Dragon's fist did not retract, and his left fist had already followed.
Punch after punch.
Badi Holy Dragon's fists fell like raindrops, each punch carrying the cutting of the fist blade and the burning of the flame. His punching speed was so fast that his arms pulled out two red afterimages in the air, like two burning whips whipping in the air. Fight. Every time the fist blade collides with Light-Imperial Ninja Blade, a ball of golden-red sparks will burst out. The flames will burst out like Huo Yu and spurt out in all directions, falling on the scorched hard ground and burning tiny holes.
Zhong Shenxiu is retreating.
It was not a rout-like retreat, but a rhythmic and controlled retreat. His feet moved quickly on the ground, and Light-Imperial Ninja Blade kept flipping in his hands. The blade of the knife sometimes blocked, sometimes cut diagonally, and sometimes slashed vertically, blocking every punch of Badi Holy Dragon one foot in front of him.
His sword skills have been honed more and more sharply in actual combat. There are no unnecessary movements, and every swing of the sword is the shortest route, the fastest speed, and the most accurate angle. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade is not like a knife in his hand, but more like a light held in his hand - the knife moves with his heart, and the knife comes when he wants it.
Badi Holy Dragon's punches became more and more fierce.
His breathing became heavier, and each exhalation brought out a stream of scorching white mist. The red lines on his arms became brighter and brighter. The edge of the fist blade began to turn slightly white, and the temperature continued to rise. When he punched down, the flames that burst out from the fist blade were no longer tiny sparks, but fist-sized fireballs. When they hit the ground, there was a smoking pit.
Zhong Shenxiu's defense begins to tighten.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade Every time he blocked, he would be shaken slightly by the huge force attached to the fist blade. His tiger's mouth was already numb, and the muscles in his arms were tense to the limit.
Badi Holy Dragon's fist is too heavy, not as heavy as Soul Power, but pure power - the power of the dragon. Even if it turns into a human form, even if its cultivation is suppressed, the innate brute force is still not something that the human body can easily compete with.
A piece of dragon scale emerged from the side of his neck.
The dragon scales are light golden, dense, and glowing with metallic cold light. They are not covered in a large area like Martial Soul Possession, but only a few scattered ones, like the body's instinctive stress response after being pushed to the limit.
Then the second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece.
The scales spread from the neck to the arms, from the collarbone to the chest, and from the wrists to the backs of the hands. With each additional scale, Zhong Shenxiu's arm becomes more powerful, and Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's counterattack becomes faster.
His vertical pupils began to shrink, changing from light gold to molten gold, and a faint light began to glow around the edges of his pupils.
Badi Holy Dragon felt the change in his opponent. His fist speed increased again, the flame on the fist blade changed from dark red to bright red, and the temperature increased again.
A punch struck down, and the moment the fist blade collided with the blade, a shock wave visible to the naked eye swayed away from the point of contact, causing the soil under their feet to fly up.
There was a gash in Zhong Shenxiu's tiger's mouth, and the blood was evaporated by the high temperature before it had time to flow out.
But there was no change in his eyes.
He condenses all Soul Power.
In the Dantian, the four Soul Ring vibrated at the same time. The four Thousand-Year Soul Ring released all the Soul Power at the same moment, and the Soul Power poured into the limbs and bones along the Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art's operation route, into every muscle, every bone, and every emerging dragon scale.
Dragon Fighting Form.
Almost instantly.
A low dragon roar sounded from Zhong Shenxiu's body. It was not the long, declarative roar of Martial Soul Possession, but a short, explosive roar. His body suddenly grew two inches taller, and the width of his shoulders broadened by one point. The dense light golden dragon scales emerged from The neck, arms, and chest surged out at the same time, covering the vital parts of the body within a few breaths. The fingers extended and turned into sharp pale Golden Dragon Claw, with a fiery halo lingering on the fingertips. On both sides of the forehead, two short and hard golden dragon horns sprouted from the hair, and a faint luster flowed on the prototype of the crown.
His vertical pupils completely turned into molten gold, as if there was liquid light burning inside.
The explosive force exploded instantly.
Zhong Shenxiu kicked his feet on the ground, and he no longer retreated, but rushed forward to face Badi Holy Dragon's fist. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade turned it over in his hand, and the golden light flowing on the blade was several times brighter than before. The whole blade seemed to have just been taken out from the core of the sun, exuding a light that made people afraid to look directly at it.
The light of the sword flows like water.
It is not the kind of violent, wide-open and wide-open slashes, but a delicate and continuous sword force.
One knife after another, one knife after another. There is no pause or gap between the knifes. It is like the stream in the mountain stream. It seems gentle, but in fact it contains the long-lasting power to round the stubborn Shi Mo.
Badi Holy Dragon's fist was blocked, released, and bounced away by this knife.
The flames on the fist blade were peeled off layer by layer under the continuous slashes of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade. The dark red lines on the fist surface began to become unstable, and magma-like flow violently surged in the lines.
Badi Holy Dragon frowned.
He took a step forward with his right foot, his body's center of gravity sank, his left fist was gathered at his waist to gather strength, and his right fist was raised high. At this moment, all the flames on the fist blade rushed to the surface of the fist, and the entire fist turned into a dazzling bright white mass, like a star compressed to the extreme.
Punch out.
It's not a rain-like combo, but a one-hit kill that condenses all the power into this punch.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils shrank to the extreme. He held Light-Imperial Ninja Blade with both hands, holding the blade horizontally in front of him. All the Radiant Dragon Power was poured into the blade, and the golden light and the luster of the dragon scales merged into one, forming a golden barrier in front of him.