122: C122 Middle Level Congealing Poison Palm

C122 Middle Level Congealing Poison Palm

This action was done subconsciously, Chen Lekang's sharp sword pressed down heavily.

This sword of his was at the level of a sharp weapon. In terms of strength, he had the advantage. Chen Lekang predicted that his opponent's sword would break in one blow.

He was ready to chop Xia Ling's shoulder!

However, the progress of the matter was not what he had imagined.

At the same time he used his power, a force that was on par with it came from the other side. The two swords clashed fiercely, and at that moment, Chen Lekang's Longsword shattered with a loud bang!

It shattered into pieces that fluttered in the air.

Chen Lekang turned pale with fright. For a moment, he actually felt helpless. Fortunately, the reaction of Middle Rank cultivator from Congealing Void saved his life. He subconsciously bent to the side and dodged Xia Ling's sharp sword!

However, even after dodging the attack, he still couldn't believe it. His own Longsword had shattered!

This was a sharp Longsword!

Chen Lekang couldn't help but look at Xia Ling's sword. The sword seemed old and worn, as if it had experienced the erosion of countless years. How could it be this sharp?

Chen Lekang was completely out of control due to the fluctuation of his state of mind. For a moment, he was actually beaten down to the point of being unable to fight back by Xia Ling!

The wounds on his body also increased one after another!

I can't go on like this.

Chen Lekang was shocked and gradually stabilized his emotions. He was, after all, a mid stage Congealing Void cultivator, so he naturally had methods to adjust his state of mind.

Chen Lekang probably knew that if they kept fighting like this, the situation would get worse and worse for him. He might even capsize in a ditch.

He finally got his attitude straight and treated Xia Ling as an equal opponent and seriously responded.

As a result, the two sides had actually reached a stalemate!

Although Chen Lekang had the advantage in cultivation, he was unarmed. Xia Ling once again harbored the thought of preserving his strength and only wanted to use conventional means to face the enemy. This led to the stalemate.

Chen Lekang was the first to change his move!

He's been fighting for a long time, but he wants face too!" He actually did not manage to gain any advantage in a battle with a cultivator with such a low cultivation level.

How could he continue to be like this in the future?

No matter what, even if he had to use a martial skill, he had to defeat him!

Chen Lekang attacked in a rush, forcing Xia Ling to take a step back. Taking advantage of this space, he followed his cultivation method, and a dark green fog began to faintly appear between his hands.

This was the palm attack that Xia Ling had encountered that day.

However, not only did the poisonous palm not hit Xia Ling, but it was also exhausted by Xia Ling's sword Qi attack.

However, Congealing Void Middle Rank cultivator's Single Palm, was obviously not on the same level as Vein Refining Wu Steel's Poison Palm.

This time, the density of the dark green fog was even higher. Even before Xia Ling got close, he could smell the dense stench coming from it!

Even the soil under Chen Lekang's feet slowly turned a pale yellow.

"Go to hell!" Chen Lekang roared, crazily releasing the poison gas.

He was very clear that this Poison Palm was roughly fifty percent of his cultivation. This middle stage Congealing Void cultivator was clearly betting everything on this one throw. This was because he had already discovered that this old man's swordsmanship was exceptionally high.

If he were to fight him without a weapon, he would only be at a disadvantage!1

Most importantly, this old man, who had a deadpan expression on his face, gradually made Chen Lekang feel fear.

She couldn't see through him, couldn't predict his attack path, couldn't capture his figure. The countless attacks that he had anticipated all shattered into pieces on his body.

This middle stage Congealing Void cultivator finally understood why his own disciple from that day had used the word "evil" to address him.

This old man was truly strange. It was best to finish him off as soon as possible!

The moment Chen Lekang struck out his palm, it was right when Xia Ling had just retracted his Longsword.

The eyes of this middle stage Congealing Void cultivator were also quite sharp. At this moment, Xia Ling couldn't do any large-scale dodging movements.

However, the poison palm emitted gas, not solid matter. In other words, he could not use anything to block it. This kind of poison gas would corrode the flesh and sell off rotting bones as soon as it came into contact with flesh!

Cultivators who had arrived at the Essencial Core Rank might be able to use some sort of great sacred art to evade this palm.

However, a middle stage Vein Refining old man, you should just die here!

In an instant, the poisonous gas followed Chen Lekang's will and swept across like a gale, wrapping Wu Tie up.

Chen Lekang's Poison Palm was indeed different from the others; it was condensed and did not dissipate. In the blink of an eye, Xia Ling had been submerged and even his figure could no longer be seen.

Chen Lekang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He calmed down his boiling power. He wiped the sweat off his forehead.

There was no way the old man would survive this.

However, in this way, they would not be able to find out the whereabouts of the Hidden Worm from his mouth. He had no other choice but to rely on searching his body.

For the sake of the Hidden Worm, Chen Lekang could sacrifice the life of a Smoke Hole disciple without a care. However, if it was him, then it would be fine.

No matter how good the Hidden Worm was, it belonged to the sect, but his life was his.

Wait, Chen Lekang only realized it now. Xia Ling's anger did not disappear!

Damn it, how could this be? The middle stage Congealing Void cultivator instantly panicked.

How was this possible!

At this moment, it was as if a gale had blown past. It blew away all the dark green mist that had surrounded Wu Tie. Chen Lekang, who was in the middle of the air, looked like a handsome teenager. She was smiling at him.

His brain froze. Who was this person? What about Jean Five?

Xia Ling had no other choice, Chen Lekang's poisonous gas was indeed slightly stronger. If he wanted to use his martial arts to resist, he would have stopped the God's transformation.

He had accidentally transformed into his true self. But it didn't matter, other than this Chen Lekang, no one else would see.

Xia Ling's method of resisting Chen Lekang's Divine Awakening Palm was not the slightest bit different from what he did to the Smoke Hole cultivators yesterday.

It was all very simple, as long as he fully mobilized his own Genuine Qi.

Xia Ling's Genuine Qi was purified by the Cloud Crystal. It could be said to be the purest thing in the world. Without any impurities, it was impervious to poisons! It could crush almost all poisons.

If it was a certain Super Sect, if one wanted to specially develop a poison to deal with Xia Ling, it might even be able to barely have a starting point. The poisonous gas attack of a local sect, Xia Ling only needed to activate the Sword One Tao Spirit Chapter slightly and it would be turned into nothingness!

Chen Lekang's lethal palm was something that Xia Ling was not afraid of, even if it was sucked into his stomach after he fully utilized his martial arts!

"Your poison gas is too weak. Why do I feel like it's useless?" Xia Ling said casually while patting his sleeves.

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