Ding Han's face turned red with anger, and veins popped up on his forehead, like small winding snakes.
The black Spiritual Power surging around him was like a raging undercurrent, carrying the momentum of destroying the world. Under the pressure of his power, densely packed small cracks appeared in the void under his feet, like a spider web that was about to be broken.
He shouted loudly, and the sound resounded like a bell, startling a flock of birds.
He raised his right fist high, and the white Immortal Power gathered on his fist became more and more intense, as if all his anger and unwillingness were condensed, and he rushed towards Zixing rapidly. Every step made the earth tremble slightly, like a furious beast.
Facing his menacing attack, Zixing looked as calm as a quiet lake, without any ripples.
She just stretched out a slender finger unhurriedly, and at the fingertips, the fairy light was hazy and hazy, like the mist of a dream, exuding a soft and mysterious light, as if all the power in the world would be eclipsed by this light.
In the blink of an eye, Ding Han had rushed in front of Zixing. The sandbag-sized fist was surrounded by the whistling wind and slammed down with great force. Wherever the fist passed, the air was instantly torn, making a sharp whistling sound.
"Bang bang bang!"
There were dull sounds of impact one after another, and the heavy and heavy fists were like falling meteorites from the sky. Each blow contained the impact of terrifying power that could crack mountains and crack rocks. The surrounding space was distorted and vibrated by this powerful force.
However, what is shocking is that when his seemingly invincible fist hit the hazy fairy light on Zixing's fingertips, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, only causing circles of weak ripples.
Although the fairy light seemed weak, it was extremely tough and always steadily resisted Ding Han's attacks. No matter how hard Ding Han tried, it could not break through it at all.
Ding Han's eyes were wide open, filled with a look of disbelief. Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and wet his temples. His chest heaved violently, breathing heavily, and he thought to himself, "How is this possible? My such a powerful attack can't even break through her defense? Could it be that there is an extremely powerful defensive magic weapon hidden in her body that makes her so fearless?"
Thinking of this, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his proud look. He snorted in his heart, "Humph, so what if she has a magic weapon? In terms of real strength, this girl is definitely far inferior to me. The magic weapon is just a foreign object. When she Spiritual Power is exhausted, let's see what else she can use to resist my attack!"
Ding Han gritted his teeth, his heart trembled, and he suddenly took a few steps back to distance himself from Zixing. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered words in his mouth, and the black Spiritual Power around him was like boiling black magma, surging crazily.
"Snow Flood Dragon Silver Spear!!!"
As he shouted loudly, a sharp spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.
This long spear has a slender body, shining with an icy cold light, and the tip is so sharp that it seems to be able to pierce the sky.
The body of the gun was engraved with mysterious runes, and these runes shone with strange light under the influence of Spiritual Power. This gun was made by him using countless precious materials and carefully refined over several years. It was integrated with a lot of his hard work and connected with his mind, just like a part of his body.
Ding Han held the spear, tapped the ground with his feet, and shot towards Zixing like an arrow. The moment he approached Zixing, he twisted his waist, and the spear swept out like a silver lightning.
The bright light suddenly bloomed, spreading out into a vast expanse of white, as if it was about to envelop the entire world. Wherever it went, the air was cut into countless pieces, making a "sizzling" sound.
"Ouch!!!"
A snow-white dragon also rose into the sky, with a white light, and rushed towards Zixing with its teeth and claws.
This dragon was exuding a biting chill, and every time it moved its body, a thin layer of frost filled the surrounding space.
Facing this move, Zixing's expression was still very indifferent, and he didn't take it into consideration at all.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile. With a flick of her fingers, a few fluttering white fairy lights flew out like tulle, colliding with the bright white dragon!
The snow-white dragon flew up and down, its beards danced wildly, and its sharp claws waved, trying to tear the fairy light apart!
However, this thin fairy light appeared to be extremely tough, and no matter how hard the dragon struggled, it could not break free.
The fairy light seemed to be alive, tightly wrapping around the dragon. No matter how hard it exerted its force, it could not get rid of it.
Seeing this, Ding Han looked sharp, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
He held the silver gun tightly with both hands, the muscles on his arms bulged high, and the silver gun in his hand shook and burst into light.
The light stung people's eyes and seemed to illuminate the whole world.
He stabbed Zixing with a spear!
The spear carried an indomitable momentum, as if it wanted to pierce through the space.
Its momentum was so strong that the people watching the show from a distance became a little serious.
"Young Master, Ding Han, this boy's strength is better than mine!!!" A follower looked solemn, with a hint of trembling in his voice.
"If we fight alone, we are no match for him!!!" Another follower echoed, with worry on his face.
"However, there are so many of us, and if we really get into a fight, he will definitely suffer the loss!!!" Although the last follower pretended to be calm, there was also a hint of fear in his eyes.
Several followers of Zheng Tian were frightened by the strength of Ding Han. This also allowed them to see with their own eyes how powerful the monks who relied on their own strength and talent to break through to Immortal King Fifth Layer were compared to people like them who relied on various natural materials and earthly treasures to force a breakthrough.
Listening to the self-comforts of several followers around him, Zheng Tian frowned slightly, with a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.
He was too lazy to talk to them, and secretly scorned him. "These guys know how to talk quickly in front of me and want to show their value, but at the critical moment, what's the use?"
Zheng Tian ignored their words and looked at the battle between Ding Han and Zixing with a solemn expression.
His eyes were fixed on Zixing, and he thought to himself, "This woman may seem weak, but her strength is unfathomable. Every move she makes shows a kind of calmness and confidence, as if everything is under her control. This battle is probably far more exciting than I imagined."
There was a hint of excitement in Zheng Tian's eyes. For him, this battle was not only a rare opportunity to observe, but also a review of his own strength.
He knows very well that in this world where the strong are respected, only by constantly improving himself can he gain a foothold in the Void Kun Realm.