Crack! As soon as it made contact, there was a sound of the snake's tail being scorched by lightning.
Then, under the horrified eyes of the people, Thunder Palm grabbed the tail of the soaring snake and gave it a fierce swing.
The same one hundred and twenty ancient stars appeared.
However, Ling Hai obviously suffered a loss due to calculated calculations without intention.
Caught off guard, Teng She's entire huge body was thrown up, and along with Ling Hai, it turned into a parabola and fell more than a hundred meters away.
Boom! The street, which was more than thirty meters in diameter, was directly hit and collapsed, turning into a five-meter deep pit.
Both Teng Snake and Ling Hai were buried in the deep pit.
"How could this be?"
Ling Hai did not dare to stay in the deep pit for any longer, so he rushed out and evaded to more than 20 meters away.
Sure enough, Ling Yun would not give Ling Hai a chance to breathe.
As soon as Ling Hai escaped from the pit, Ling Yun's palm struck down, causing the pit to collapse further.
Seeing this situation, Ling Hai felt a trace of panic deep in his heart for the first time.
Ling Yun, a martial artist, can exert a huge force of 1.1 million kilograms, which is enough to exaggerate.
Who would have thought that this is not Ling Yun's limit.
More importantly, how could Ling Yun, a martial artist, have such powerful spiritual power?
Logically speaking, let alone a martial artist, even a Martial King would have exhausted his spiritual power long ago after a series of battles with him.
Ling Yun was actually very happy in his heart.
Fortunately, he further activated the nine mysterious postures to greatly increase his spiritual power, otherwise he would not be able to sustain today's consumption.
"The soaring snake spreads its wings."
Realizing that Ling Yun's strength was far beyond his expectation and unable to suppress him forcefully, Ling Hai decisively changed his strategy.
Whoa! The wings behind Teng She spread out, and instantly took Ling Hai into the sky.
"I'm in the air, attacking you from a high position, let's see how you fight with me."
Ling Hai's eyes were sinister.
He, a martial arts sect, would undoubtedly lose his face by using this method to deal with a martial artist.
But now, he no longer cares about his face and decided to kill Ling Yun at all costs.
"The soaring snake spits mist."
Then, Ling Hai had a thought.
The snake opened its mouth and spit out billowing clouds of mist.
These clouds and mist are composed of countless sword threads and have extremely terrifying lethality.
"Nine mysterious postures, the fourth posture."
Ling Yun was neither in a hurry nor too slow.
He wanted to take this opportunity to prove the power of the nine mysterious movements.
The power of thunder changes again.
From thunder palm to thunder arm.
An aura of terror swept through.
The Thunder Arm looks like a thunder mountain, more than ten meters long.
Open the palm of this thunder arm and press it upward.
Horrible! One hundred and forty ancient stars appear.
Crazy impact of huge destruction.
The sword-threaded cloud that descended from above was scattered on the spot.
The terrifying shock wave continued to rush towards Ling Hai.
"This bastard."
Ling Hai was frightened for a while and quickly controlled Soaring Snake to fly.
After avoiding the impact of the thunder, his face instantly became extremely ugly.
If he hadn't decisively let Soaring Snake volley into the air and faced off head-on with Ling Yun like before, this situation would definitely have been bad.
The strength and terror of a villain like Ling Yun made him feel scared.
"Damn you bastard, I don't believe your spiritual power can be endless."
Ling Hai has made up his mind to fight Ling Yun to the end.
"The fifth form."
Ling Yun felt like he was sweating profusely.
This was the first time since his rebirth that he fought so happily.
In the fifth form, the power of thunder surges more and more violently.
This time, not only the arms, but also the shoulders appeared condensed.
At this moment, Ling Yun also vaguely realized that these nine mysterious movements would eventually condense into a complete thunder body.
In the sky, the thundering arms became more powerful.
Waves of thunder rippled, with it as the center, and continued to spread to the surrounding areas.
"Destroy!"
Thunder's arm suddenly clenched a fist and punched Ling Hai from afar.
"You scoundrel, you are doing useless work...it's not good..." Ling Hai was disdainful.
However, before he finished speaking, his temples were beating wildly, and he felt an inexplicable cold crisis.
Boom! A shocking scene appears.
One hundred and eighty ancient stars descended.
Immediately afterwards, the thunder arm punched out with terrifying thunder fist power.
This thunderous fist shot straight into the sky and hit Teng She who was flying twenty meters in the air.
Ling Hai was caught off guard.
Bang! Teng She was hit in the middle by Thunder Fist on the spot.
In an instant, Soaring Snake's abdomen was first dented and then penetrated.
Soaring Snake is Ling Hai's soul.
If the soul of life is injured, Ling Hai's consciousness will inevitably suffer the backlash.
"Pfft."
High in the sky, Ling Hai lay on his back and vomited blood.
The flying snake flying above was also teetering on the edge of collapse.
"Isn't this too perverted?"
Countless people were shocked when they saw this.
Even though Ling Hai was hiding so high, he was still severely injured by Ling Yun. This Ling Yun was simply too perverted.
But Ling Hai deserves to be Ling Hai.
Although he was injured, he quickly adjusted and made Teng She stable again and did not really fall.
Moreover, every step of the way makes you wiser.
Ling Hai quickly controlled the snake and raised it to a height of fifty meters.
This time, even if Ling Yun's fist was twice as powerful, it would be impossible to hit him again.
Seeing this situation, others found it even more incredible.
Ling Hai, a mighty martial sect, was actually afraid of Ling Yun.
"Bastard, let me let you run rampant for a while. When your spiritual power is exhausted, see how I kill you."
Ling Hai's face has become distorted, and the original extraordinary demeanor is not completely gone.
"You think I can't do anything to you by hiding in the sky?"
A sarcastic look flashed in Ling Yun's eyes.
However, he didn't show it on the surface, as if he was punching Ling Hai unwillingly.
He did not continue to use the nine mysterious postures.
Although the nine mysterious postures are powerful, they consume a lot of spiritual energy.
Ling Hai's plan was indeed successful to a certain extent.
Most of Ling Yun's spiritual power has been consumed, and it cannot support him to squander it any more.
"It's useless, you scoundrel. No matter how unwilling you are, you can only do it in vain."
Ling Hai calmed down, like a hunter, patiently hunting Ling Yun in the air.
"The Six Mysterious Styles."
Suddenly, Ling Yun performed the mysterious sixth form.
Ling Hai shook his head.
Ling Yun's dozens of consecutive punches had already convinced him that Ling Yun was struggling unwillingly.
Perhaps this blow was the last blow before Ling Yun's spiritual power was exhausted.
Thunder surged wildly, and half of his body was condensed into thunder.
Ling Hai was not afraid at all.
He had previously determined that the maximum height that Ling Yun's attack could reach was twenty meters.
But he was fifty meters away and didn't have any worries at all.
The next moment, Ling Yun suddenly jumped up to a three-story attic.
This attic is ten meters high.
The soles of his feet were on the top of the attic, and with a sudden step, Ling Yun's figure rose ten meters higher again.
"ridiculous."
Ling Hai seemed to be looking at a clown.
Others sighed similarly.
No matter how hard Ling Yun struggled, he couldn't cross the remaining thirty meters.
Then, people saw Lei Lei clenching his fist and punching him.
"A futile move..." Ling Hai looked sarcastic.
"This... isn't right..." Others had similar thoughts to Ling Hai.
But soon, they realized something was wrong.
Because Ling Yun's punch was not aimed at Ling Hai, but towards the attic below.