The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Chapter 637 What Is There To Be Proud Of?

Zhao Tianlong jumped up high, condensed his fists with surging vitality, and struck Shen Xuan's head fiercely.

Shen Xuan felt dizzy and lost control of his body.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a violent wind suddenly blew in the forest, sand and dust flew on the ground, and a huge boulder shot like a cannonball, hitting Zhao Tianlong hard on the back.

In an instant, Zhao Tianlong's body swayed violently, trembling like an electric shock, his body lost balance, and he fell forward.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The next moment, countless boulders fell from the sky, like dense raindrops, hitting Zhao Tianlong heavily.

"Ah——" Zhao Tianlong once again let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with infinite fear and anger.

"Boom! Boom! Boom~! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shen Xuan ignored the tearing pain in his body and swung his sword wildly. The dense sword shadow poured out like a tide, covering Zhao Tianlong within the attack range.

Zhao Tianlong's expression changed drastically, and he immediately mobilized his true energy to protect his body and resist the dense sword shadow.

"boom!"

The next second, the shadow of the sword surged in like a flood. Zhao Tianlong's body-protecting energy was blown away by the sword energy. Then his body suffered heavy injuries. His bones cracked and broke, blood surged, and he fell to the dirt ground. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. .

This series of attacks was completed in an instant, which Li Xueqing didn't expect. She just clearly heard the sound of fractures and bones breaking, and she couldn't help but tremble a few times.

Shen Xuan was wet all over, his face was covered with sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

"Shen Xuan, thank you!" Relieving the tension, Li Xueqing hurriedly stepped forward, her pretty face full of gratitude.

"Why did you come here?" Shen Xuan asked calmly.

Li Xueqing replied in a low voice: "I came here to travel."

Shen Xuan sighed secretly: "That's it."

Zhao Tianlong got up from the ground, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, looked darkly, gritted his teeth and said: "Little beast, I can't spare you!"

Shen Xuan said indifferently: "Your strength is nothing more than this, what is there to be proud of?"

"Seeking death!" Zhao Tianlong was furious, his body turned into a phantom and rushed towards him, even faster, and struck out with a palm.

This is a low-grade yellow-level martial art called "Flash Palm". Zhao Tianlong is very skilled in using it. With a palm strike, the surrounding air is like ripples, making bursts of air explosions, and the momentum is terrifying.

…………Please give me flowers…

Shen Xuan looked solemn, standing upright, running the "Hongmeng Body Forging Technique" in his body, his muscles squirmed, his body instantly expanded, as if cast from steel, both fists came out, like a tiger descending the mountain, and fiercely fought with Zhao Tianlong Palms collided together.

"Peng!"

The two palms struck each other, making a dull sound.

A tyrannical force burst out from where the two palms met, like a violent hurricane sweeping around, bending the vegetation wherever it passed, creating a doomsday-like scene.

"Plop! Plop!" Shen Xuan and Zhao Tianlong swayed slightly and stepped back in unison, going back five or six meters before stopping.

Shen Xuan only felt that his palms were numb and he was almost dislocated. His throat was sweet and he almost spurted out blood. There was a solemn look on his face and he thought: "As expected, he is indeed a peak master of the third level of Houtian Realm. He is very powerful. No wonder I Not his match."

However, Shen Xuan's character is very tenacious. Even if he knew that he could not defeat the opponent, he would not choose to run away, let alone admit defeat. .