Peerless Taoist

Like a flash of lightning, in the blink of an eye, Leng Wuxiang carried Lu Yu and arrived in front of Han Qi.    

Leng Wuxiang did not pull out his blade. Instead, he used his hand as a blade, trying to knock Han Qi out.    

This was the pass where the Imperial Court's troops were stationed. He, Leng Wuxiang, could not really kill him here!    

"Haha, you've come well!"    

When Han Qi saw that Leng Wuxiang still dared to step forward, he was not angry. Instead, he was delighted. Immediately, he let out a long roar.    

At that instant, a shocking amount of Qi and blood burst out from his armor!    

He was actually a body-refining cultivator!    

Countless Qi and blood rose like the scorching sun, burning everything in the world!    

"Qi as the sky, blood as the earth, furnace of all things, perishing in the world..." Han Qi recited an ancient scripture from his mouth. His palm turned red, as if it had been burned by raging flames.    

He threw his palm in the direction of Leng Wuxiang.    

The roar of tigers, leopards, and wolves could be heard as he struck out with his palm. It almost caused the surrounding space to emit a thick burnt smell.    

Boom!    

This palm strike seemed to have a force of ten thousand jin!    

Leng Wuxiang was caught off guard and was slapped by this palm on his body. He could only feel the flesh and blood in his entire body go numb and his heart began to beat violently. It was as if it was going to break apart in the next moment. The meridians in his entire body also emitted waves of intense pain.    

Seeing this situation, Leng Wuxiang snorted coldly. He casually summoned his long saber and fought with Han Qi!    

The two of them fought for over a hundred rounds. Leng Wuxiang's saber intent was astonishing. It was unstoppable. However, Han Qi's armor was extraordinary, no matter what kind of ferocious saber intent it was. When it landed on the armor, its power would be weakened by sixty to seventy percent. When it landed on Han Qi's body, it was nothing.    

"Advanced Psychic Armor!" Leng Wuxiang suddenly felt the pressure on him increase.    

He had used a secret technique to forcefully increase his strength. At this moment, the effect of the secret technique was rapidly weakening. The backlash from the secret technique, coupled with the injuries on his body that he had already suffered... In the end, he was actually somewhat unable to keep up with Han Qi's fist technique!    

"A little Demonic Cultivator who came from nowhere dares to be so arrogant in front of this general. He is simply courting death!"    

Han Qi let out a wild laugh. He kept punching out, and each punch left a deep dent in the space. His momentum was astonishing!    

Bang! Bang!    

When the punches landed, Leng Wuxiang immediately showed his defeat. He changed from his original attack to defense.    

"If I hadn't been seriously injured, I would have beaten you so badly that your mother wouldn't have recognized you!" Leng Wuxiang's heart was about to explode from anger.    

Even though this Han Qi before him was at the Mysterious Immortal Realm, he was only a cultivator who had just broken through to the Mysterious Immortal Realm.    

If it was at his peak state, such a small cultivator could be killed with a single slash. It was utterly not worth mentioning.    

But now, the tiger had fallen and Ping Yang had been bullied by the dog. In countless clashes, Han Qi had found his four limbs to attack but avoided his vitals. It seemed like he wanted to toy with him and not let him die earlier.    

"Blood Refining Saber!"    

Leng Wuxiang suddenly drew his saber and slashed at Han Qi's neck.    

Although Han Qi's fist technique was fierce, when he used it, it was bold and powerful. It lacked the defense of his body.    

Leng Wuxiang had precisely found this point. He stabbed at Han Qi's vital points with his saber, wanting to subdue Han Qi in one move.