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Chapter 129 The sword is wound into silk

"He Sheng, please get out now. After I kill this scoundrel, I won't care about your mistake in protecting him."

Ling Hai said coldly: "But if you continue to be ignorant of good and evil, I will tell you now that your He family will definitely receive my thunderous revenge."

"Although I, He Sheng, am not as famous as Dean Ling, I am not intimidating."

He Sheng hummed.

If he quits now, it will really become a joke.

Being scared away by Ling Hai with just one word, how could he be qualified to be the elder of Dongzhou Martial Academy in the future?

"He Sheng, He Sheng, your potential is really extraordinary. You are three years younger than me, and you are already a ninth-level Martial King. In three years, you may not be able to become a Martial Sect."

Ling Hai's tone was extremely cold, "I'm just really sorry that you made the wrong decision.

If you are not Wuzong, you will never know the terror of Wuzong."

Boom! As he spoke, countless mist surged out of his body.

The terrifying aura caused the rubble and dust around him to swirl and fly wildly.

He Sheng's face was extremely solemn, and he did not dare to show any signs of neglect. He used the spiritual power in his body to the extreme and took the strongest stance to defend himself.

Buzz! Suddenly, Ling Hai took a step forward.

When he was not moving, Ling Hai looked almost like an ordinary person.

But this movement is like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

The air around his body suddenly became silent at this moment, as if time and space had frozen.

Immediately afterwards, in just a split second, Ling Hai crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of He Sheng with a bang.

If Ling Yun is as fast as the wind, then Ling Hai's movements are almost teleporting.

Without hesitation, Ling Hai punched He Sheng.

This punch was unremarkable.

However, hundreds of ancient stars appeared in the void.

This means that Ling Hai can punch a punch with a force of one million kilograms.

He Sheng did not hesitate.

The moment Ling Hai moved, he had already released his life soul.

His life soul is a black giant rhinoceros.

Black-armored rhinoceros! This is a life soul that is naturally good at defense.

Almost at the moment when He Sheng's soul completely emerged, Ling Hai's fist hit the black-armored rhinoceros.

It can be seen that if He Sheng were a little slower, he would not even have a chance to release his life soul.

The next moment, the spiritual black armor on the black armored rhino's body was beaten to pieces.

The black-armored rhinoceros and He Sheng's entire body were unable to withstand this huge force and flew backwards with a bang.

"The power of Wuzong!"

Almost everyone inside and outside the Ling family who witnessed this scene couldn't help but feel suffocated.

Things are really as Ling Hai said. If it weren't for Wuzong, it would be hard to imagine how powerful Wuzong was.

He Sheng, the ninth-level Martial King, is already a strong man.

But facing Ling Hai, he was blown away just once.

Boom! He Sheng fell to the ground, smashing the entire floor in the center of the Ling family courtyard.

A large crater with a diameter of five meters appeared on the ground.

"Mountain Split Palm!"

He Sheng did not give up because of this, roared fiercely, and launched a counterattack against Ling Hai.

Rolling spiritual power surged crazily from the black-armored rhinoceros.

Then, he and the black-armored rhino's iron palms seemed to merge into one, turning into a huge black palm that blasted toward Lingshan with terrifying force.

This palm also stimulated He Sheng's potential, brazenly triggering the phantoms of hundreds of ancient stars.

He Sheng, the ninth-level Martial King, also exerted a million kilograms of strength at this moment.

This shows that when Ling Hai said that He Sheng had extraordinary potential, he was not just bragging about it casually.

Generally speaking, a million kilograms of strength is the fighting power of the Wuzong.

"He Sheng, you think your powerful attack is just a child's play in front of Wu Zong?"

Ling Hai was obviously on the ground, but it felt like he was standing on the top of a mountain.

Gurgling...white mist suddenly appeared on his fingers.

Then Ling Hai pointed at He Sheng.

In an instant, the white mist condensed into a sword of cloud and mist as thin as a finger, and shot towards He Sheng with lightning speed.

He Sheng's giant black palm was instantly pierced by the sword finger.

Then the sword pointed towards He Sheng with undiminished power.

He Sheng hurriedly dodged, but was still a little slow, and a bloody hole was shot on his shoulder.

"The Ling family sword points!"

Someone outside exclaimed.

The Ling Family Sword Finger is the famous spiritual martial arts skill of the Ling Family.

It's just that this spiritual martial art requires extremely high levels of understanding. Even in the Ling family, not many people have mastered it.

But at this moment, Ling Hai displayed it with ease.

"Fortunately, He Sheng was also good at escaping in time and was not seriously injured."

There is humanity again.

But the man from before sneered: "Do you really think the Ling family's sword pointing is so simple?"

Before he finished speaking, He Sheng's side suddenly changed again.

After being hit by the sword finger, before He Sheng could make the next move, the sword finger suddenly split into countless filaments.

Immediately, these filaments wrapped He Sheng tightly.

"The sword is wound into silk?

What method is this?"

The warriors from all major forces all looked horrified.

"This is the control of the spirit by the mind. After achieving the martial arts, the mind will transform and can be extended from the sea of ​​consciousness to control the spiritual power freely."

King Wu said: "Therefore, Wuzong-level thoughts are also called 'spiritual consciousness'."

"Yes, only through the manipulation of spiritual consciousness can spiritual power be refined to this level."

Another King Wu agreed.

Inside the Ling family manor.

He Sheng was unwilling to be controlled by Ling Hai.

"Spiritual explosion."

He shouted angrily, and the spiritual power in his body exploded.

This explosion instantly increased the power of his spiritual power, forcing him to break through the entanglement of the sword thread.

But after it was broken open, he was dripping with blood and had very little spiritual power left.

"He Sheng, did you see it?

No matter how talented you are, you are still like an ant in front of Wuzong."

Ling Hai was calm and calm, it seemed that in his eyes, He Sheng was not a powerful Martial King, but really just an ant.

He Sheng wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but vomit blood, his body staggered, and he half-knelt on the ground.

Ling Hai stopped looking at him.

His eyes fell on Ling Yun again.

"How dare you be so arrogant and even go to the Ling Mansion to act wild, just because you have the support of Yuga Sheng?"

Ling Hai said indifferently: "But now, your support has been crushed by me. I wonder if you can continue to be arrogant?"

"Ling Hai, you say I'm arrogant, but you don't know that it's not me who's really arrogant, but you."

Seeing Ling Hai being so strong, Ling Yun's eyes remained unmoved, "You speak of a Wuzong, it seems that Wuzong is omnipotent, but in my eyes, Wuzong doesn't matter, I, Ling Yun, can step on me even if I want to."

As soon as these words came out, the warriors all around were stunned.

After seeing Ling Hai crushing He Sheng, the warriors looked at Ling Hai as if they were looking at gods.

Who would have thought that under such circumstances, Ling Yun would say such words to Ling Hai.

What about Wu Zong, he can step on it just as he wants?

People really can't figure out where Ling Yun got the courage to utter such wild words.

"You really have the same moral character as Lingshan, and you both like to seek death so much."

Ling Hai's eyes were extremely cold.

At this moment, he was determined to really crush Ling Yun to death.

The sharp white mist surged at his fingertips again.

Buzz! The sound of breaking wind sounded.

Ling Hai pointed out.

In mid-air, white light flashed away, and Ling Hai's sword finger came to Ling Yun.


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