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With a slight wave of his hand, a fire dragon wrapped in red-gold flames roared out of his body. The dragon scales sparkled in the firelight, and the air twisted into strange ripples wherever it passed.

The ink-black folding fan thrown by the Demon Flower Evil Lord was wrapped in dark purple fighting spirit, and turned into a cold light that broke through the air. Even the space along the way had faint cracks, and it was obvious that this move was not simple.

A moment later, when the fire dragon and the folding fan collided with each other, the heaven and earth seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, blazing flames burst out like a tide, and the fire dragon opened its huge mouth and bit the folding fan tightly.

The dark purple fighting spirit surged and struggled wildly in the flames, but it was unable to break through the scorching flames.

However, in an instant, the folding fan was twisted and deformed under the high temperature, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the roar of the fire dragon.

Seeing the carefully forged folding fan turned into ashes in the fire dragon's flames, the Demon Flower Evil King's pupils suddenly shrank and a light exclamation of disbelief escaped from his throat.

This folding fan took him ten years of hard work. It is made of meteorite iron from outer space as the main material, supplemented by nine kinds of rare spiritual materials. It was forged by the top blacksmith in Zhongzhou. Even a full-strength attack from an ordinary Dou Zun would hardly hurt it, and it can easily resist even high-level fighting skills.

But at this moment, in front of the fire dragon summoned by Xiao Ling, it was as fragile as thin paper.

He stared at the blazing flame, dark purple fighting spirit surging wildly around his body.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, deep down he had to attribute this unimaginable destructive power to the strange fire that was rumored to be controlled by Xiao Ling. This terrifying flame that could burn everything was indeed worthy of its reputation!

Just as the Demon Flower Evil King was secretly frightened and speculating on the power of the strange fire, a figure wrapped in bright starlight tore through the void like a ghost.

Xiao Ling actually crossed a distance of ten feet in an instant, and the rustling corners of his black robe almost brushed his face.

"How could it be so fast!" The Demon Flower Evil Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, and the fear in his heart surged like a huge wave.

In a flash, the dark purple Dou Qi around him exploded, and his right fist smashed towards Xiao Ling like a heavy hammer, carrying the terrifying pressure of a six-star Dou Zun. The sonic boom caused by it hurt the eardrums of the spectators around him:

"Netherworld Bone-Eroding Fist!"

However, facing this blow that was powerful enough to shatter mountains, Xiao Ling's lips curled up into a calm smile.

He did not dodge or evade, but immediately activated the Qingtian Hualong Jue. The muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, and green scales covered his fist like armor, and the tip of his fist flashed with sharp light.

In an instant, the dark purple fighting spirit wrapped around the Demon Flower Evil Lord's Netherworld Bone-Eroding Fist collided violently with Xiao Ling's Green Light Fist covered with green scales.

The terrifying energy exploded like a volcanic eruption, forming a visible shock wave centered on the collision point. The air twisted into whirlpools wherever it passed, and the bluestone on the ground was blown away like pieces of paper.

The aftermath of the energy had not yet dissipated when a black shadow, carrying broken fighting spirit, flew out from the violently distorted air waves like a kite with a broken string.

The dark purple afterimage rubbed out a long groove on the bluestone of the square, and slid for nearly a hundred feet with flying gravel before it knelt on one knee in embarrassment.

"It's the Demon Flower Evil Monarch!"

When someone saw the man's face clearly, there were sudden cries of surprise from the crowd watching the fight.

The usually elegant black robe of the Demon Flower Evil Lord was covered in dust, and the right sleeve had turned into pieces, revealing his bloody right arm.

Bright red blood dripped from his fingertips, forming blood flowers on the blue bricks.

He stood up with heavy breathing, his hair hanging messily in front of his forehead, his eyes full of incredible shock.

With just one punch, his meridians as a six-star Dou Zun were shaken to the point of churning, and the severe pain of the cracked knuckles was clearly felt.

"This terrifying physical strength, how is this possible?" A hoarse murmur escaped from the throat of the Demon Flower Evil Lord, and the dark purple fighting spirit surged uncontrollably around his body.

He stared at Xiao Ling who was calm and composed in the distance. The terrifying power like that of an ancient ferocious beast that they had just fought with was still rushing through his meridians, as if silently mocking his previous arrogance.

On the other hand, Xiao Ling's hair was not at all disordered, and his black clothes fluttered gently in the breeze. He just twisted his wrist casually, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.

Looking at the miserable Demon Flower Evil Monarch not far away, he raised a mocking smile, his eyes full of disappointment: "Haha, I just used my physical strength to hit you casually, and you are beaten like this."

He shook his head slightly, his tone full of contempt, "I thought you, a strong man from the Tianming Sect, would be able to make me enjoy myself more, but it seems that you, the Demon Flower Evil King, are just like this!"

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into the heart of the Demon Flower Evil Lord and causing an uproar around him.

After a dead silence in the square, a deafening burst of discussion suddenly broke out.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open, looking at the scene in disbelief. Xiao Ling, who was famous in Zhongzhou as an eighth-grade alchemist, actually showed the strength to crush a six-star Dou Zun in actual combat.

"I thought alchemists were not good at actual combat, but I didn't expect Master Xiao Ling to be so terrifying!"

"Who said it wasn't! I thought the Demon Flower Evil King could easily win, but in the end he was at a disadvantage!"

"Look at those two punches just now. Master Xiao Ling didn't use any fighting skills. He just used his physical body to resist! The strength of his physical body is too outrageous!"

"He must have practiced some top-level physical training technique! No wonder he could withstand the attack from the Demon Flower Evil Monarch."

Hua Jin looked at the Demon Flower Evil King flying backwards, and her delicate face instantly lost all color.

She tapped the ground with her toes, and her figure darted past like a streak of crimson light, landing steadily beside the Demon Flower Evil Lord, "Demon, are you okay?"

The Demon Flower Evil King gritted his teeth and propped himself up, dark purple fighting spirit surging around his body, trying his best to conceal the surging blood and energy in his body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a sinister glint in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said to Hua Jin, "I'm fine. It's just our first time fighting, and I was careless for a moment." He stared at Xiao Ling, who looked indifferent in the distance, his eyes full of unwillingness. "He just repelled me with physical strength alone. His cultivation may not be very profound. Next, you and I will join forces. With your and my strength as four-star Dou Zun and six-star Dou Zun, we will definitely be able to completely suppress him!"

Chapter 597 Azure Dragon Seat Seal

Hua Jin's fingertips turned slightly white as she tightly grasped the torn sleeve of Demon Flower Evil Lord. The hem of her scarlet skirt was blown up by the air waves like a blood lotus.

As she leaned forward, the silver bells on her temples swayed slightly, and her voice was trembling with an imperceptible tremor: "Wow, what should I do? How can I help you?"

The Demon Flower Evil Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. The dark purple fighting spirit condensed into sharp thorn shadows at his fingertips, leaving spider-web-like cracks on the blue brick ground.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Ling, who looked indifferent in the distance. A sinister sneer escaped from his throat. Then he hesitated for a moment and said to Hua Jin in a low voice, "Go and entangle Xiao Ling first. Make sure you delay him for at least an incense stick of time."

A dark purple cyclone appeared on his palm, and the air around him emitted a sharp hissing sound. "After that, I will use my Tianming Sect's unique skills to transform the heaven and earth. As long as I use this move, then, even if Xiao Ling's body is comparable to that of an ancient beast, under this kind of pressure, he will be nothing more than a piece of fish on the chopping board, and I can only control him!"

After Hua Jin heard the order from Demon Flower Evil Lord, she looked at the dark purple aura surging around him and realized that the Demon Flower Evil Lord was introduced to her for real.

She nodded vigorously, bit her lower lip with her silver teeth, and said crisply, "I understand! I won't let him have a chance to breathe!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the scarlet skirt spun suddenly, and Hua Jin rushed towards Xiao Ling like a stream of light.

At the same time, the Demon Flower Evil King clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged due to the effort, he took a deep breath, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly widened.

The seals on his hands changed rapidly, his knuckles turned bluish white due to the exertion of strength, and a vast amount of fighting spirit surged out of his body like a surging tide breaking through a embankment. The air around him made a sharp hissing sound, and the ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns with him as the center, and dark purple mist surged up along the cracks.

Having witnessed how Xiao Ling defeated the six-star Dou Zun Demon Flower King with just his physical strength, Hua Jin would naturally not rush up without thinking and engage in close combat with Xiao Ling.

She knew very well that within that seemingly slender body lurked a terrifying power that was enough to tear space apart with bare hands. If she approached rashly, she would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

The hem of her scarlet skirt suddenly spun up, and she tapped the bluestone with her toes to leverage the force to fly backwards. As her ten fingers flew, dark green vines broke out of the ground like spirit snakes, instantly weaving into a giant thorn net three meters wide.

"Vines imprison the sky!" With a delicate shout, a strange blue poisonous mist appeared on the surface of the vines, strangling Xiao Ling.

At the same time, she flicked her fingertips, and twelve poisoned silver needles flew through the air in the shape of the Big Dipper. Wherever the silver needles passed, black marks appeared in the air.

Hua Jin retreated thirty feet in the air, cold sweat already oozing out of her temples. It was obvious that such a move had consumed quite a lot of her energy.

However, Hua Jin still gritted his teeth and continued to form seals. The thousands of branches in the sea of ​​flowers behind him suddenly twisted wildly, transforming into flower blades that swept towards Xiao Ling. "Want to break my attack? Get through this sea of ​​flowers first!"

Xiao Ling looked at the huge thorn web that was coming towards him, and two clusters of red-gold flames rose in his deep blue eyes.

He flicked his fingers and suddenly a sky-wide fire lotus exploded in his palm. As soon as the vines with the blue poisonous mist touched the flames, they turned into charred ash with a "sizzling" sound. The remaining poisonous mist in the air was also burned away by the strange fire, leaving only a faint smell of burning.

The moment twelve cold rays broke through the air, the soul power around his body suddenly spread out like a spider web.

The tricky trajectory of the poisoned silver needle was detectable in his perception. When the silver needle was several feet close to Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly. The trajectory of the silver needle actually showed a siege trend, and even covered Han Yue who was watching the battle from behind.

After realizing this, Xiao Ling's azure eyes instantly turned into frost and snow, and Hua Jin's attack trajectory, which was full of murderous intent, could not escape the perception of his soul power.

With his current strength, it would only take him a moment to teleport Han Yue away from the poisoned silver needle, but at this moment, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Hua Jin's plan to use Han Yue's safety made Xiao Ling feel a little unhappy. He originally planned to use some tricks to seize the position of the leader of the Hua Sect, but now it seems that he must teach these two people some profound lessons.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a circle of light silver lines spread across Xiao Ling's palm. He lightly raised his palm and suspended it in the air. Wherever his fingertips passed, ripples appeared in the air like water waves.

With a cold shout, the invisible force of confinement suddenly burst out, and the twelve poisoned silver needles instantly solidified in mid-air, and the dark blue poisonous mist wrapped around the needles stopped surging.

Then, the confined space cracked like a spider web, and the silver needle turned into powder with a loud bang, and the nearby air was torn into tiny black cracks.

Hua Jin looked at the remnants of the silver needle disappearing in the air. Her delicate face instantly lost all color and her eyes were full of disbelief.

The poisoned silver needle that she was so proud of was as fragile as child's play in front of Xiao Ling.

However, before she could recover from her shock, a terrifying pressure came over her like a mountain pressing down on her head.

When she looked over subconsciously, she saw a cyan-gold flame bursting out from around Xiao Ling.

As Xiao Ling's mind moved, a giant dragon with red-gold flames wrapped all over its body roared out from the void, its eyes as red as blood, and distorted ripples appeared in the space wherever it passed.

At the same time, countless fire lotuses condensed and took shape beside Xiao Ling, and nine flaming golden lotuses with golden halos were suspended above him, each of which exuded a terrifying pressure.

"Go!" With Xiao Ling's cold shout, the fire dragon rushed forward with raging flames, followed closely by the fire lotus and the flame golden lotus. The air made a sharp explosion sound wherever it passed, blocking Hua Jin's retreat route.

The hem of her scarlet skirt was blown up by the air waves, and at this moment, she could only look in horror at the sea of ​​fire that was enough to burn everything and was completely devouring her bit by bit.

In an instant, the fire dragon wrapped in the flaming golden lotus exploded with a loud bang. The blazing light was like the sun falling to the ground, illuminating the entire square as bright as day.

The terrifying energy ripples spread wildly with the explosion point as the center, and the space collapsed like a broken mirror, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

The scorching air waves blew away the bluestone floor tiles, and the flowers and plants within a hundred feet were burned to ashes in an instant. Wherever the heat wave swept, even the air was twisted into a strange vortex.

Just as the aftermath of the energy was about to affect the crowd watching the battle, several elders of the Hua Sect on the platform attacked at the same time. The defensive formation engraved with ancient runes suddenly lit up, like a golden barrier that cut off the destructive force in half.

Even so, there were still cries of surprise coming from the front row seats. Many weaker disciples were knocked to the ground by the air waves. The cries of surprise and the sounds of overturned tables and chairs were mixed together.

Those elaborately arranged carved screens collapsed with a loud bang under the impact of the aftermath, with wood chips flying everywhere. Everyone looked at the figure standing still in the flames with shock and awe in their eyes.

At this moment, the audience seats around the square fell into deathly silence, with only the buzzing sound of the collision between the defensive array and the energy aftermath echoing.

Everyone looked at the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the flames, and were shocked to realize that Master Xiao Ling, who was famous in Zhongzhou for his eighth-grade alchemy skills, had such terrifying actual combat skills.

The pressure of the strange fire he casually summoned was enough to burn the entire space, and those surging golden lotuses of fire had clearly transcended the scope of ordinary fire-attribute fighting skills.

Someone in the crowd gasped, "With this level of control and power over fire, not to mention the younger generation, even Master Tang Zhen of Burning Flame Valley would be three points inferior to Master Xiao Ling!"

The discussion spread like a tide, and the spectators looked at the embers of the fire that were still slowly dissipating in the field. Only then did they realize that what they witnessed was not only a competition, but also the first display of the power of an unparalleled strong man.

The blazing flames receded like the tide, and Hua Jin's embarrassed figure finally appeared in front of everyone.

Her originally exquisite scarlet dress was now riddled with holes, the edges of which were charred and curled by the flames, and the fabric turned into wisps that fluttered in the wind.

The fair skin was covered with hideous burn marks, glowing a horrible red and purple color, and tiny beads of blood slowly seeped out of the wounds.

Her hair was messy and stuck to her face, blackened by the smoke. Her once beautiful face was now covered with gray and black stains.

Hua Jin tried hard to keep his body steady, but he staggered due to the surging blood and energy in his body. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string. He hit the bluestone ground heavily and splashed a cloud of fine dust.

Hua Jin collapsed to the ground. The intense burning pain almost made her lose consciousness. A sweet and fishy taste surged in her throat, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

She trembled and reluctantly turned her face to the side, her eyes piercing through the diffuse smoke and dust, staring at the direction of the Demon Flower Evil Monarch. The dark purple fighting spirit was surging wildly there, turning into clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the remaining stubbornness in her eyes was replaced by expectation. She had exhausted her last bit of strength, and the meridians in her body were almost broken by the burning of the strange fire.