Chatper 1540 (2/2)

"The son of God on your mountain, if everyone is as vulnerable as you, then this so-called son of God is really worthless."

What do you mean by hitting someone and hitting your face?

This is it!

Now that he has become an enemy, Yang Xuan doesn't mind, and then sprinkles salt on Han Daosheng's wound.

"Alas, Han Daosheng's defeat has been decided!"

"Only a true genius can fight across levels. It's not that Han Daosheng is too weak, but this son is too strong, and almost no one in the same generation can compete with him."

Yang Xuan's combat power made many senior immortal saints, or a few immortal kings feel their scalps numb and their minds swaying.

Such a person is not even a match for Han Daosheng. If the cultivation base is improved, he will be a hero comparable to the five emperors of the ancient times, and he will be able to shock an era.

"How can his strength be so terrifying, it doesn't make sense!"

Feng Shaobao sat paralyzed on the ground, his face pale, Yang Xuan could even fight against Han Daosheng, and killing him was not as easy as pinching an ant.

"This Lin Feng must not be offended. Our Feng family can't afford to offend such a person. Young master better stay away from him in the future."

Zhao Ning sighed.

In the same way, Liu Qing, Zhou Zheng, You Yunjing, Fang Baiyu, Li Minghua and others were also deeply shocked by Yang Xuan's strength against the sky.

"Happy, really happy. After this battle, the power of divine blood can almost completely integrate into my body."

Yang Xuan became more and more brave in battle, and did not stop at all.

He refined the divine blood not long ago, but he did not fully absorb the divine blood. However, through the battle with Han Daosheng, the divine blood that remained in his bloodline could gradually merge with his bloodline, no longer separated from each other.

Han Daosheng's face was distorted, his chest was ups and downs, not to mention being robbed of his blood, he was also used as a whetstone, and no one could stand it.

"With my body, burn my divine blood and fuse divine art!"

He shouted violently, the blood in his body boiled, and the mana in his body increased several times in vain.

"The Lord cannot..."

Han Wuji's face changed greatly, but it was too late to stop it.

This divine fusion technique, but the forbidden technique of their Protoss, needs to consume a lot of life essence and blood, and damages tens of thousands of years of lifespan. It is not a crisis and must not be acted rashly.

It is true that tens of thousands of years of lifespan is not too much for Han Daosheng, but the loss of life essence and blood will seriously damage Han Daosheng's vitality, and he will not want to enter the fairyland in a short time.

From Immortal Sovereign Realm to Immortal Sacred Realm, one must first refine blood and transform qi and strengthen mana. Only in this way can one break through the bottleneck with strong mana.

"You're trying to kill yourself, but you're really ruthless, but unfortunately, your blood is doomed to be shed in vain."

Yang Xuan's strength was fully open, and he turned his fists in turn, blasting hundreds of punches in one breath, colliding with Han Daosheng's Bright Divine Sword in succession, making bursts of thunder-like sonorous noises.

Han Daosheng retreated again and again, and his face was extremely ugly. He wanted to rely on his tyrannical mana to counter suppress Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan was so difficult to deal with and his offensive was so violent that he was not given a chance to use his full mana.

"In terms of physical body and talent, I am far superior to you, and in terms of combat experience, you are even worse than me."

Yang Xuan's fighting spirit was surging, and he shouted: "I have fought countless battles in my life, and fought all the way. How can you be comparable to a man born with a golden key? Why are you on the verge of desperation, nine deaths!"