Qi Tian thought of this and was so happy that he wanted to laugh a few times. However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Dozens of figures quickly rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, all of them disciples of the Ancient Holy Land.
Their momentum was like a rainbow. When they rushed towards this side, they were still shouting loudly:
"Chen Tianming, your death has come!"
"Chen Tianming, I will crush your bones into ashes and send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
"Chen Tianming, I want you to pay with blood!"
"..."
Qitian and Ye Qiu immediately understood that these people in the Ancient Holy Land were murderous and obviously wanted to avenge their dead disciples.
However, Chen Tianming didn't know what Chen Fan had done, so he was a little confused when he saw this scene.
He couldn't understand why these people in the ancient holy land wanted to kill him and then be quick.
Especially the expressions of the disciples in the Ancient Holy Land, as if they wanted to drink his blood, twitch his tendons, and eat his flesh.
"Damn it, what are these lunatics doing?"
Chen Tianming was a little confused.
However, he was not afraid.
"A ragtag group of people, vulnerable to a single blow."
Chen Tianming didn't take the group of people in the Ancient Holy Land seriously at all and said arrogantly.
"Kill!" A disciple from the Ancient Holy Land clenched his fist to kill Chen Tianming.
boom--
Chen Tianming slapped the disciple of the Ancient Holy Land into a pulp.
"Rubbish."
Chen Tianming looked at Wang Cong and the other disciples of the Ancient Holy Land with cold eyes, and said arrogantly: "You all come together, killing one is killing, killing two is killing, don't waste my time."
Hearing this, a group of people in the Ancient Holy Land became furious.
"kill!"
"Let's all go together and kill him."
"He only has one person. Even if he is powerful, he can't stop so many of us from shouting. We will chop him up together."
"..."
The disciples of the Ancient Holy Land were all angered by Chen Tianming's arrogance and couldn't help but want to take action.
"Stand back, you are no match for him." Wang Cong said in a deep voice.
"Son of God, we..."
"Back off!" Wang Cong shouted again.
Only then did the disciples from the Ancient Holy Land step aside. When Fang Tianming saw Ye Qiu, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"Chen Tianming, I am enough to kill you."
When Wang Cong finished speaking, he took action directly.
boom!
Wang Cong's move is the Heaven and Earth Domineering Fist.
He was like an erupting volcano, with unparalleled violent power pouring out from his fists.
In an instant, golden fist prints flew out, with terrifying power.
"It's a small trick." Chen Tianming smiled disdainfully, spread his fingers, and looked forward.
Suddenly, brilliance flashed in his palm, and a powerful sword energy shot out.
"call out!"
This sword energy was not only extremely sharp, but also contained terrifying power. It immediately met Wang Cong's fist seal, and it was like hitting a magic iron, emitting a long string of sparks.
"Dong dong dong..."
Wang Cong was shocked back a dozen steps, and then looked at Chen Tianming with a horrified face, feeling incredible.
"What?"
Seeing Wang Cong being repelled, the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land were also shocked.
In their opinion, although Wang Cong was the second divine son of the Ancient Holy Land and was not as good as Wang Chong, he still had a peak level of spiritual cultivation and had the strength to fight Chen Tianming.
Unexpectedly, Wang Cong was knocked back in the first confrontation.
Wang Cong looked gloomy, looked at Chen Tianming opposite, and said coldly: "No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, you really have some strength."
"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Tianming quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him.
"Qiang!"
Suddenly, a shocking sword whistle sounded, piercing everyone's eardrums, and hundreds of sword intentions appeared around Chen Tianming.
Each sword intention is about dozens of feet long, like a huge pillar reaching the sky, releasing unparalleled sharpness.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of sword intentions condensed into one sword intention, forming a peerless blow and slashing towards Wang Cong.
Ye Qiu was a little surprised. The move used by Chen Tianming was very similar to his killing technique.
"Huh, I'm afraid you won't succeed." Wang Cong shouted when he saw Chen Tianming take action. In front of so many people, he didn't want to hide away because it would be too embarrassing.
After all, he is not only the second divine son of the ancient Holy Land, but also the genius of the Wang family.
If he just gets out of the way, wouldn't it make people think that he is inferior to Chen Tianming?
Moreover, if he does this, Chen Tianming's character will only become more arrogant and he will make fun of him.
Wang Cong desperately activated the Heaven and Earth Domineering Fist. In an instant, his body was covered with golden light, like an immortal king dominating the world, and he blasted out with his fists.
Suddenly, endless divine light burst out from his fist, overwhelming the sky.
"boom!"
Wang Cong forcefully blocked Chen Tianming's sword energy.
Afterwards, Wang Cong kept punching.
Each of his punches was filled with powerful force, like the sky falling, or like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, with a huge momentum.
At this time, Wang Cong burst out with unparalleled fighting power, and his body was shining with golden light, like an invincible god of war.
When Ye Qiu and Master Changmei saw this scene, they were filled with emotion and secretly thought that they were worthy of being the Holy Son of the Ancient Holy Land. They were indeed not simple.
However, on the other side, Chen Tianming looked calm and ignored Wang Cong's fist. With a wave of his right hand, countless sword energy split the sky.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two fought fiercely.
There was chaos all around.
There were even countless cracks on the ground, which spread rapidly and formed bottomless ravines.
The other disciples of the Ancient Holy Land quickly retreated.
Ye Qiu was also about to retreat, but saw a layer of divine light suddenly released from Qitian's body, covering him and Changmei Zhenren. Suddenly, no pressure could get close to them.
"Thank you, senior brother." Ye Qiu thanked him.
Qi Tian smiled slightly and said nothing.
In the battlefield.
"Wang Cong, you are no match for me."
"Listen to my advice and go back and call your brother!"
"In that case, you can live for a while longer, otherwise, you will die soon."
Chen Tianming said while taking action.
Ye Qiu noticed that Chen Tianming looked relaxed, and it was obvious that he had not yet unleashed his strongest power.
"Chen Tianming, don't be arrogant."
Every punch of Wang Cong carried terrifying power. He moved forward indomitably, his punch marks were earth-shattering, and he was extremely domineering.
However, Chen Tianming's methods are even more terrifying.
He waved his palm, and the majestic sword energy roared out, directly smashing Wang Cong's fist into pieces.
"You dare to fight with me even though you have so little ability. You really don't know how to live or die. Since you can't wait to die so much, I'll give you a ride."
After Chen Tianming finished speaking, he struck forward with a palm.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying divine power appeared in Chen Tianming's palm.
When this divine power was about to approach Wang Cong, it suddenly transformed into a peerless sword energy, as fast as lightning, which suddenly broke through all Wang Cong's defenses and pierced Wang Cong's heart.
