Even in the blink of an eye, the demon-suppressing tower was blown away and crushed into dregs.
This punch penetrated everything and directly blew away the Demon Suppression Tower.
"Kacha!"
The sound of broken weapons suddenly sounded, and the Demon Suppression Tower in front of him was instantly crushed into dregs and collapsed.
Lin Chang'an, on the other hand, stepped forward, jumped up in leaps and bounds, and penetrated with his long fist again. The wind roared continuously. This scene shocked many disciples.
"In the middle stage of soul fusion, start the war with a thousand-level half-step inscription?" This scene made the disciples from Tianbing Empire squint their eyes and take a deep look at Lin Changan in front of them. Where did this come from?
Qi Ming's face was even more ugly. His arms were trembling, and his muscles and bones were almost broken. The heartbreaking pain made Qi Ming in front of him take a breath of cold air.
He raised his head and looked at Lin Changan in front of him, with many puzzlements.
Some time ago, when he only had 800 inscriptions, this boy didn't dare to fight him head-on.
But now, he has a thousand inscriptions, but he can forcefully kill him.
"How long has it taken for him to increase his combat power so quickly?" Qi Ming was filled with surprise. He couldn't believe that the Lin Changan in front of him had increased his combat power so quickly.
It would be fine if he had a breakthrough in cultivation, but he is still in the middle stage of soul fusion, but now, he is no longer his opponent.
"Boom!"
Lin Changan continued to take action, and Qi Ming, who was suppressing the killing, kept retreating and coughing up blood.
"superior!"
At the moment when Qi Ming was surprised, the other disciples from the Tianbing Empire hurried up to join the battle.
"Boom!"
Several people started fighting one after another. Lin Changan's fists were too terrifying. Anyone who touched them below the 800th layer of inscriptions would have their bones shattered instantly, crushed and blasted out. The second level of Shanhaiquan had already mastered the ability to control mountains and seas.
Lin Chang'an, it is very difficult for someone at the same level to have any flaws. He cannot be defeated!
"How did he do it?" Long Xuanyuan looked at this scene and really lost all the murderous intention towards Lin Changan in his heart.
The distance is too great.
How is it possible to crush a thousand layers of half-step inscriptions in the middle stage of Soul Fusion?
Also, why is his combat power so outstanding? It is so outstanding that he, Long Xuanyuan, feels unattainable.
It's so dazzling.
The surprise in the eyes of Chen Jinsong and other disciples was even greater. They originally thought that no one in the Ziyun Empire could fight with the best among the Ten Nations' Prodigies during this trip, but Lin Changan obviously shattered their perceptions.
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The long fist penetrates and pierces everything.
"Boom!"
Qi Mingsheng was knocked back dozens of feet, coughing up blood. His condition was extremely bad, his chest collapsed, several ribs were broken, his right arm was also broken, and five fingers were almost crushed into pieces.
Blood mud.
"Mo Ru, do you have to watch me get beaten to death?!" Qi Ming was coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth. His condition was extremely bad. His long fist was still killing people, but he was already trembling. His long fist was shaking.
, seems to be shattered.
Qi Ming roared and said the name of the young man in black, the young man from the Mo family is no better!
At this moment, the boy in black also had a rare faint smile on his lips.
"Why are you so anxious? He's just a boy in the middle stage of spiritual fusion." There was a hint of disdain in his eyes. He himself was an existence with two thousand layers of inscriptions. Compared to Qi Ming, an existence with half-step inscription level,
But he was twice as powerful. He was not afraid of Lin Changan, and he had collided with Lin Changan before. The boy tried hard to hit him, but it only knocked him back ten feet. If he had tried his best to explode at that time, he might have been killed on the spot.
He crushed him to death.
"Boom!"
When Lin Changan's fist fell again, Mo Ru's body moved. His speed was like a burst of thunder. In a blink of an eye, he covered a distance of tens of feet. As if teleporting, he gently opened his palm and pinched it.
The long fist that Lin Changan blasted down in front of him.
"How dare you commit murder in front of me when you are only in the middle stage of Soul Fusion?" Mo Ru pinched the corner of his mouth with an imperceptible sneer.
Even Canghen wouldn't dare to squeeze Lin Changan's fist.
But Mo Ru just pinched it.
"Kacha!"
There was an undetectable sound of bones breaking, and Mo Ru could feel that five of his fingers, including the entire palm, were fractured together. The terrifying force was simply not what a mid-level soul fusion person should have.
"Two thousand layers of half-step inscriptions are indeed much more powerful. With one hand, I squeezed his fist." Qi Ming spoke, with a rare trace of relief on the corner of his mouth, because at this moment, he
, and had no idea that the bones of Mo Ru’s hand in front of him had been broken.
"You are the one who wants to taint my girl from the Ziyun Empire, right?" Lin Changan squinted his eyes and saw Mo Ru in front of him at a glance.
With a backhand, there was a click, and his palm was broken directly.
"ah!"
A miserable roar came, Mo Ru was roaring, and the muscles and bones in his palms were torn alive and severed.
"Where did this guy's fist come from with such strength!" Mo Ru's heart was full of thoughts of running around behind him, and he was confused. This was a little different from the script in his mind. He shouldn't have pinched it with a gentle hand.
His fist, and then directly kill him?
Why did the plot take a turn and it was me who got the bones of her hand crushed?
"Chang'an, be careful!" Tang Nuolan, who was standing far away, did not forget to remind him, but there was only a disapproving smile on the corner of Lin Changan's mouth.
With two thousand layers of half-step inscriptions, it’s not like he has never fought before?
"Boom!"
The long fist suppresses the killing and comes down, the mountain and sea fist collapses the mountain!
The roaring long fist came out, and Mo Ru's face was even more ferocious and terrifying. He stamped his feet on the ground and launched a large black cauldron, suppressing it down towards Lin Chang'an.
He was really careless just now. He didn't expect that Lin Chang'an could be so strong. He was hit by a sneak attack, his hand bones were broken, and his combat power was greatly reduced. Therefore, he didn't want to fight Lin Chang'an hand-to-hand to avoid secondary injuries.
The dark cauldron descended, and many disciples felt their scalps go numb.
This is the skill of the Mo family. It is rumored that even among the king-level scriptures, it is considered the best. If you face the ordinary two thousand layers of half-step inscriptions, you will be a little scared. How can this Lin Changan withstand it?
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Some people began to worry. Even if Mo Ru had a bad start, his cultivation and combat power were really there.