The spear in Ding Han's hand is like a silver dragon that is about to choose someone to devour, and is surrounded by the majestic Spiritual Power that he has spent his whole life condensing.
The tip of the gun tore through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle. The sound was like the cry of a Nine Netherworlds evil spirit, echoing continuously in this Spiritual Power rich space, making people shudder.
In an instant, the spear penetrated the void with lightning speed and appeared in front of Zixing.
The bright fairy light blooming from the tip of the gun, under this extremely fierce attack, made Zixing's beautiful face, which could be broken by blows and had skin as smooth as gel, become even paler, as if a thin layer of frost had quietly covered it, adding a bit of ghostly mystery to her already cold face.
On the other hand, Zixing looks as calm as a windless lake, calm and calm.
Her eyes, as dark as night, revealed her innate confidence and calmness, as if the fatal blow in front of her was just a wisp of spring breeze, gently blowing by and not worth mentioning.
Her red lips pursed slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, outlining a faint smile. This smile not only contained contempt for her opponent, but also showed her absolute trust in her own strength.
I saw that she was still unhurried, stretching out a slender finger gracefully, the fingertips were filled with fairy light, hazy, like the mist of a dream, exuding a soft and mysterious light, as if all the power in the world could be controlled by this finger.
This finger seemed weak and boneless, but at this critical moment, it steadily faced Ding Han's spear.
"Clang!"
A crisp metal collision sound suddenly sounded, like an ancient bell being struck by a heavy hammer, causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently.
Centered on the impact point, circles of Spiritual Power ripples visible to the naked eye spread in all directions. Wherever they went, space was distorted, as if the rules of reality began to collapse under the impact of this force.
Ding Han felt an overwhelming force coming from the spear. The force seemed gentle, but in fact it was extremely tough.
It was as if a majestic ancient sacred mountain stood in front of him, causing his full-strength blow to be instantly disintegrated.
His hands trembled violently due to the powerful repulsive force, and traces of blood burst out from the tiger's mouth. The bright red blood slowly slid down the gun handle and dripped on the cracked land under his feet. It was instantly absorbed by the dry soil, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed.
Ding Han's eyes widened with disbelief, as if he had seen the most absurd thing in the world.
The thoughts in his mind were running wildly like a mess, and he was thinking to himself, "Did this woman use the power of the magic weapon, or is her own cultivation already so strong? Why can she easily take my full blow?"
His eyes were full of confusion and shock, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks that were flushed with anger, and wetting his temples.
He could never understand how this seemingly weak woman could possess such great strength.
But the matter has come to this, and he has no way out.
He subconsciously glanced in the direction where Zheng Tian was, and saw Zheng Tian and his followers staring at the battle with their eyes wide open, with both nervousness and expectation in their eyes.
Ding Han knew in his heart that if he stopped now, he would definitely become the laughing stock in Zheng Tian's mouth. In this world where the strong are respected, he would become the laughing stock of everyone and be drowned in endless ridicule and contempt.
When he thought that he was forced into such a dilemma, all thanks to this dead girl, the anger in Ding Han's heart burned brighter and stronger. The anger surged in his heart, gradually swallowing up his reason, leaving only endless anger and unwillingness.
"Thirteen Spears of the Startled Dragon!!!"
He shouted hoarsely, his voice full of anger and despair, like the dying roar of a wounded beast.
As he drank violently, the Spiritual Power in his body poured into the spear without any reservation.
In an instant, the spear in his hand suddenly transformed into thirteen identical spears.
Each spear exudes a biting cold air and a deadly aura, as if thirteen ferocious beasts from ancient times want to tear everything in front of them into pieces!
These spears rotated rapidly in the air, and the runes on the spears shone with strange light. In a mysterious and fierce formation, the entire space around Zixing was sealed, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
Wherever the spear passed, the air was cut into countless pieces, making a "sizzling" sound!
Deep cracks also appeared on the ground, and there were even traces of black smoke rising from the cracks, as if the gaps in the space were torn apart by this terrifying force, revealing the unknown fear hidden in the darkness.
Zixing stood quietly on the spot, with a tall and straight figure and fluttering clothes, like a proud snow flower Xuelian blooming on the edge of the cliff, pure and tough.
There was a coldness and disdain in her eyes, and she looked at the thirteen spears quietly, her beautiful eyes moving, as if everything in the world was under her control.
With just a look, the seemingly invulnerable thirteen spears seemed to have been hit by an invisible force.
The light on the gun dimmed instantly, and the originally sharp gun tip began to tremble slightly, as if they were afraid of something, as if they felt the crushing power from a higher level.
Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "cracking" sound, like a dense firecracker blast, and all the spears shattered one after another, turning into countless light spots and dispersing in the air, leaving only an illusory light and shadow, as if everything just now was just a fleeting illusion.
Ding Han was unexpected. When he reacted, an invisible force hit him hard like a raging wave.
He had no time to make any defense, and his whole body was blown away like a kite with its string broken.
"Pfft!!!"
After drawing an arc in the air, Ding Han fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood wildly from his mouth. The bright red blood spilled in the air, like blooming blood flowers. Under the reflection of the sun, it looked particularly dazzling, as if it was fate's ruthless mockery of him.
His body was twisted in pain on the ground, his hands gripped the ground tightly, and his nails were embedded in the soil, as if he was trying to hold on to the last trace of dignity, but it was all in vain.
The faces of Zheng Tian in the distance were also filled with disbelief. Their mouths were opened wide, their eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the expressions on their faces were frozen in that shocked moment, as if they were frozen in time.
At first, they all felt that Zixing used a powerful magic weapon to hide his aura and block Ding Han's various attacks.
Her own strength is definitely not too strong!
But now, they wonder if they guessed wrong before?
Because the strength displayed by Zixing was entirely his own strength, and they did not see any sign of using a magic weapon!
Zheng Tian's heart was even more disturbed. Could it be that he had really seen the wrong person?
But if her strength is really that strong, it would be even more incredible.
Because this means that she is definitely stronger than Gu Xinghui and the others. How is this possible?