Juvenile Medical God - Chapter 1288

The rest of the saints soon knew why the previous saint had to escape. It was because they couldn’t run, wait until the “Xianchang” support or could suppress the “bug”, but the key is Waiting for the support of "Xianchang"? Obviously I can't wait.

Since the man has already ran, then the left saint is naturally the target of Qin Lang’s attack, and the demonized state of Qin Lang not only has tyrannical power, but the whole person has become more ferocious and bloodthirsty. It is caused by the magical power and the magical species in the body. Although the magic species cannot control the spiritual will of Qin Lang, it will have some influence on Qin Lang's temperament character, which is unavoidable.

At this time, because the strength of Qin Lang’s body is too large, he needs a catharsis object. Otherwise, Qin Lang himself will feel uncomfortable. This is like a first-time man who has eaten a strong yang medicine. If there is no object to vent, I am afraid he will be directly driven to madness.

Qin Lang’s fist slammed into the last Emei saint. The saint actually wanted to escape at the moment, and Qin Lang’s spiritual will and breath had locked in his existence. At this moment he has already The only way to escape is to fight for survival.

As long as "Xianchang" appears, then this saint has a chance to live, so he must make every effort to compete with Qin Lang, as long as it can support a few breathing time.

Time is life, and this saint is now truly realizing the true meaning of this sentence.

The time of a few breaths should be very short-lived, but for the Saint of the Emei School, it is quite long, because Qin Lang’s fist is too horrible, and the horrible atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. The strength seems to be constantly rising, and it is not at all that the military can compete.

Hey!

A purple light broke through the night sky, and lightning struck toward Qin Lang.

"Xian Chang is finally here!"

The heart of the Emei Saint can not help but a joy, "Xian Chang" finally arrived, the last breath of time, "Xian Chang" flying sword can reach the other side, let this kid how the flames of the sky, but also must die.

boom!

But at this moment, Qin Lang seems to have not seen the flying sword like a fist, and slammed into the holy man of the Emei School, and made it clear that he would kill the Holy One in the last breath. Qin Lang’s fist has shattered the air, like a hole in the space, carrying the boundless magic, the real element, the thunder and the poison of the poison. This fist completely locked the Emei’s saint, completely extinct his last A line of life.

The last sight of the Emerald saints was that the purple sword light seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and Qin Lang’s fist was getting closer and closer, and then the Holy One heard it. A strong explosion, he knew that it was the sound of his body's suffocation and body bursting.

That is also the voice that the Holy One finally heard!

The martial arts of Qin Lang has arbitrarily suppressed the holy fetus and the martial arts of the Emei saints. His martial arts took action faster than his body, and the sorcerer of the saints was completed between the electric and the flash. Repression.

Hey!

When Qin Lang extinguished the moment of the Emei saint, the purple Jianguang had already arrived in front of Qin Lang. He didn't want to, and directly boxed.

boom!

The fists and swords collided, two powerful forces collided, and a huge roar broke out. There were countless pieces of light in the night sky. These pieces of light were more beautiful than fireworks, but they were fatal. Those who are hit by these pieces of light are not dead or hurt!

When the light shattered, Qin Lang saw a young white swordsman appear in front of him, a purple flying sword hovering over his head, like a purple snake, seems to be able to attack Qin Lang at any time.

"Wuwu people, there are even masters like you. Can block the full strength of this fairy, a sword, you are the first!" Baiyi swordsman shouted to Qin Lang, "you are already qualified to know the name of the seat - - Remember, I am Ke Zunbei!"

"What is your name, and what do you do with me?" Qin Lang did not have a good impression on these comprehensions. However, it is just self-cultivation. One by one, like a two-hundred-five, always thinks that the person who cultivated the truth is superior. However, in Qin Lang's view, self-cultivation is also a way of practicing. There is no essential difference between martial arts practice and spiritual practice. Therefore, these comprehensions like to speak in a superior way, which makes Qin Lang very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing with you?" The white swordsman stared at Qin Lang like a sword. "Because you will be my slave from now on, so you should know the name of the master."

"Slave?" Qin Lang sneered. "I didn't want to kill you, but now it seems inevitable!"

"The ants are only!" The white swordsman sneered, the purple flying sword has reached the foot, the whole person vacated, staring at Qin Lang, "You will be destined to be a slave to this seat!~"

Qin Lang no longer answered, jumped from the ground, and rose to the sky, actually jumped to the top of the white swordsman, and condescended against the white swordsman.

Start with a strong hand.

Qin Lang is not the first time to work with the self-cultivator. He knows the strength and weakness of the self-cultivator. The comprehension is strong, because their range of flying swords can easily cover the distance within a thousand steps; the weakness is the close fight.

Although the self-cultivating flying swords are not long, they are used to long-range attacks, so the close-range attacks are their weaknesses. The self-cultivators pursue gorgeous swords, but the "hand-to-hand combat" that enters is definitely not their strength.

Qin Lang has no weapons, but his fist is the best weapon. Qin Lang’s Xingyiquan has already reached its peak, and his practical experience is rich. The close combat is the strength of Qin Lang.

The reason why this self-cultivator was flying in the air was not because he deliberately showed his ability to fly in front of Qin Lang, but because he wanted to fully use the means of flying the sword, and he opened the distance with Qin Lang, but he I did not expect that Qin Lang could actually "fly".

Of course, strictly speaking, Qin Lang can only be regarded as a "flying" and can not be regarded as a flight. He only uses his vital vortex around his body to balance his weight, and then "flying" with his explosive power, and instantly closes him and Ke Zunbei. The distance, then Qin Lang's fist as a squally shower launched an attack on Ke Zunbei, forced Ke Zun North hard from the air to the ground.

No way, Qin Lang’s fist is too fast and too fast. Ke Zunbei has not yet played the advantage of flying swords. He is limited to a certain range by Qin Lang’s violent fists. He can’t move his body and can only temporarily land. On the ground, ready to launch a new round of offensive.

However, when Ke Zunbei's feet landed, it was his unfortunate beginning.