PDLP Chapter 124 Battle with Abao
Chapter 124 Battle with Abao
The Grand Meeting Room of the Pastoral Temple.
"Ninth level strong man!"
Ling Xiao sensed the pressure from the ninth-rank strong man, and stood up with a whoosh.
The next second, he disappeared from the spot.
How come a ninth-level expert suddenly came here!
Why does the Demon King play so unconventionally?
Not only Ling Xiao, but also another ninth-level strongman from the Priest Temple. At this moment, both of them rushed to the square.
The foundation of the Priest Temple is not bad, and it has two ninth-level saints.
However, there are only these two ninth-level saints in Zhennan Pass.
Of course, the Demon God's Fall also came, but they were all outside Zhennan Pass, keeping an eye on the Demon God Emperor, and were not at Zhennan Pass.
For a while, they simply couldn't catch up.
A few seconds later, Ling Xiao was only a kilometer away from the square where Feng Ling was.
"Ling'er!"
Seeing Feng Ling so close to the ninth-rank black-robed man, Ling Xiao felt so panicked for the first time.
We must not let Feng Ling die there!
However, just as he was about to move forward, a man in a black robe blocked his way.
"Ling Xiao, right? Your opponent is me!"
Ling Xiao looked to the right and saw three tall and sturdy middle-aged men with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes.
The person in the lead was none other than the commander of the Black Dragon Guards, Huang Shuo!
Seeing them, Ling Xiao's expression couldn't help but change slightly.
Another ninth level, three ninth levels!
"You can't go there. Come and fight with me in the sky." Huang Shuo said lightly.
……
And that square.
After seeing Po, all the demons knelt down and worshiped him.
Although they didn't recognize who Po was in the black robe, they had to kneel down to see how powerful he was.
Po just stood there quietly, his black hood hiding his handsome face, making people look down on his expression.
He did not release any spiritual energy, but he could make people feel the fear from deep within their hearts.
He folded his arms across his chest and did nothing. There was a large open space around him, enough for them to perform.
Everyone consciously kept away from Abao, the ninth-level black-robed man.
If Po was only at level eight, this group of level nine Mithril Base Knights might still be able to give it a try, but they were facing a level nine.
Now, they can only wait for reinforcements from ninth-level strongmen!
Seeing that Feng Ling and Long Haochen did not leave, Wang Yuanyuan, Chen Ying'er and the other four did not leave either.
Seeing that the seven members of the Fengling Demon Hunting Group had not left, Zhang Fangfang became anxious.
The person closest to him was Wang Yuanyuan. He grabbed Wang Yuanyuan's arm and was about to take her away.
"Come on!"
Wang Yuanyuan was suddenly carried into the air and looked confused.
If it weren't for the fact that this man was Zhang Fangfang, Wang Yuanyuan would have smashed Zhang Fangfang's head with his shield.
"Let go, there are no cowards on the battlefield!"
Wang Yuanyuan kicked Zhang Fangfang, broke free from his hand, landed on the ground, and then rushed towards Feng Ling and the other six people.
Feng Ling looked at the teammates around her and couldn't help but yelled, "You guys leave immediately!"
"No! We are a team, we will never abandon our teammates!" Han Yu took a deep breath and was ready to die.
"That's right!" Chen Ying'er stood firmly beside Feng Ling.
There was actually a demon hunting group that was not afraid of life and death and stood in front of everyone. Seeing this scene, everyone was deeply shocked.
These kids are the real heroes!
Everyone shouted at the same time: "Fight!"
so troublesome!
A Bao frowned slightly, but did not take these ants to heart.
A Bao looked at Feng Ling and Long Haochen and said calmly: "Not bad, very good, come on, let me see your strength."
"I'll let both of you do three moves each, so I can see your strongest moves."
"If you can let me use my spiritual power, I will leave here."
Feng Ling and Long Haochen looked at each other, took drugs at the same time, swallowed a few Explosive Spirit Pills, and then, coincidentally, merged with their own monsters.
In just a few seconds, the two were fully armed and in their strongest condition.
After the fusion, Xiaoyu's spiritual power was integrated into Fengling's body, instantly saturating her originally exhausted spiritual power.
After Haoyue's spiritual power was integrated into himself, Long Haochen felt that the spiritual power vortex in his spiritual power space became more solid.
It seemed as if he would break through to the sixth level in the next moment.
Feng Ling looked to the right and saw Long Haochen already wearing purple armor. At the same time, Long Haochen also looked at his sister.
The next second, the two of them jumped up instantly and simultaneously used a holy sword move tentatively.
Two white sword beams were emitted with the power of rippling light.
A Bao's expression remained indifferent, and he didn't even move an inch.
Not bad, Xiao Ling'er, a level six player, can launch attacks beyond level six.
Xiao Haochen is only at the peak of level five. Although the power of this move is a little weak, it is already far beyond that of humans of the same level.
Just as the holy sword was about to fall on him, Po finally moved.
With his legs bent and his fist raised, Po smashed the holy sword cleanly with one punch.
With another dashing punch, Po's fist smashed into another sword light.
With two loud bangs, huge smoke and spiritual power fluctuations erupted with Po as the center.
However, when the smoke cleared, it could be seen that the surrounding ground had been shattered, but Po was unharmed.
A holy sword was smashed into pieces by just one punch!
The other holy sword was smashed into pieces by his punch!
Is my uncle’s fist so hard?
Feng Ling suddenly widened her eyes in shock.
Level nine, is it so powerful?
Long Haochen blinked, also shocked.
A Bao's cultivation has reached the ninth level, which means that he possesses 100,000 spiritual powers.
Moreover, as a pure-blooded demon dragon, Po also has 50,000 points of external spiritual power.
Just counting the external spiritual power, it is ten times that of Feng Ling!
His external spiritual power alone is higher than that of everyone present!
Po shook his fists and felt that they were numb.
It seems that Xiao Ling'er and Xiao Haochen's trick is quite extraordinary.
"You each have two more moves left, come on!"
However, as soon as Abao finished speaking, all the seventh-level Mithril Pedestal Knights around him launched their strongest attacks.
"trouble!"
As he spoke, A Bao slightly turned sideways and dodged a golden sword light.
Then, another punch hit another sword light.
His every move, seemingly simple, is full of power, demonstrating what it means to be strong.
He was able to neutralize the attacks of so many seventh-level Mithril Pedestal Knights with just his fists and feet!
In fact, if it weren't for Feng Ling and Long Haochen's face, A Bao would have crushed this group of people to death with his spiritual power!
At this moment, Feng Ling and Long Haochen launched their accumulated attacks.
"Shura Slash!"
"Light Rain Double Dragon Attraction!"
The attacks of both of them were also blessed with the Rippling of Light, which instantly doubled the power of their skills.