The battle between the two geniuses is eye-opening.
It turns out that the limit of the number of planes that can be accommodated in a Tianzun's body is not two, but can reach three.
Feng Wuding was also shocked. He didn't expect anyone besides him to do this.
"Do you think this is my limit?" He shouted loudly, and the fourth plane of projection suppressed it.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
At this time, everyone opened their mouths wide and were completely speechless.
Four planes, how is this done?
Ling Han smiled faintly. Four planes, this barely smelled like the Son of Destiny, but compared to the thousands of seeds in his body that were just prototypes of the planes, this was just a trivial matter.
Due to limited realm, even Ling Han cannot have billions of planes, and now he only has nineteen.
The question is, what is the limit of Feng Wuding?
He was a little curious, but he didn't care. He wasn't here to compete with the other party, he was just here to beat them up.
Boom, he cast out five plane projections in one breath.
puff!
Everyone sprayed it out. There must be nothing wrong with their eyes, but they saw something completely impossible.
Eight planes!
Feng Wuding was immediately suppressed and retreated continuously, his back bent.
The suppression of the eight planes was too powerful for him to bear, but in the next moment, he roared, and majestic power surged out of his body, buzzing, and a whole ten people appeared around him.
Plane.
This is his real trump card, ten planes, unprecedented in ancient and modern times, a supreme miracle.
Everyone was also stunned. Ling Han was already so powerful that he had eight planes, which no one could even imagine. But Feng Wuding was even more perverted, taking two more steps beyond the impossible.
This is the son of destiny.
"Suppress me!" Feng Wuding led the projections from ten planes to attack, with unparalleled power. Who can stop him among the five-step combat power?
Ling Han was still speechless, but he just condensed his right fist, buzzing, and the projection of three planes came out, instantly reversing the disadvantage.
this!
Everyone's brains are spinning, so what if Tianzun, this time has broken the eternal iron law, who can still calm down?
Eleven planes, are you going to defy heaven?
The people in the Tianxia Alliance were even more shocked, because they knew that the number of planes Ling Han really owned would be increased by one.
Feng Wuding was speechless. He was favored by heaven. In fact, the number of planes that could be easily accommodated in his body was not more than ten. However, it was limited by the realm. He could only grow ten of them now.
Even though Ling Han only had one more dimension than him, he was beyond his power and could not catch up.
Ling Han drove straight in, driving eleven planes with him, firmly suppressing Feng Wuding.
Everyone was dumbfounded and then sighed.
The destined people in the previous generation world were not as good as Ling Han. As expected, this guy was even more evil.
Many people have a sense of pride. After all, Ling Han is one of their own. Feng Wuding is a relic of the previous Yuan world. He has to be included in the ranks of outsiders. If it weren't for their crazy relationship, they would even fight. After all,
It can be considered an invasion by a foreign enemy.
Feng Wuding snorted and stopped talking, just talking to Ling Han.
He was indeed suppressed by one plane less than Ling Han, but he was only slightly suppressed, not crushed, so he could still hold on.
He was unwilling to give in. He pinned his hope of victory on the fact that after exhausting Ling Han's set of Tianzun symbols, the opponent's combat power would drop sharply.
And he... still has a trump card.
This fighting power was not enough, so he was inevitably hit several times, which caused him great pain and a strong sense of shame.
He is a supreme genius who can leapfrog his enemies and defeat them, but now he is still being suppressed in a battle at the same level?
However, an hour is about to pass.
Sure enough, the light of symbols on Ling Han's body dimmed one after another, and his combat power also retreated thousands of miles.
"Haha, what is the foundation? This is it!" Feng Wuding laughed, and boom, three more symbols glowed on his body, which were also supreme and could crush the common people.
First class talisman!
God, not only does he have eight first-class talismans, he can even form two sets of combination talismans, one set of three talismans and one set of four talismans.
This increased his combat power by more than 170 times, still maintaining the level of crushing all five-step level combat power.
Now, what can Ling Han do to stop him?
Everyone shook their heads. Who would have thought that Feng Wuding could actually master three first-class talismans and be able to combine them. Such combat power could sweep through all five-step combat power.
Boom, Feng Wuding struck with a palm and pushed down towards Ling Han.
Ling Han let out a long roar, and the eighth-rate symbols lit up one by one, but he controlled it and only operated half of it, which increased the combat power by only about 500 times.
But isn’t five hundred times enough?
Bang, bang, bang, Ling Han completely crushed Feng Wuding, and struck with furious punches, making Feng Wuding look like a scarecrow, and could only keep being thrown away.
Feng Wuding was completely confused. The reason why he was able to possess eight first-class talismans was that they were inherited through the Yuan world of the previous generation. However, he had already consumed Ling Han's set of ninth-rate combination talismans, and he was still crushed by Ling Han.
Pressure?
He can't accept it.
Maybe you can't accept that it can't change the fact at all. Ling Han's combat power is crushing, and Feng Wuding can only be beaten violently.
"I give up!" He said unwillingly, but he didn't want to be beaten by Ling Han anymore.
He was still arrogant and thought that this was just because his cultivation was too low and he was unable to take full advantage of his destiny as a child. For example, he had a hundred plane seeds in his body, but now he had only evolved ten of them into plane seeds.
noodle.
As long as his realm goes up, his ability to fight beyond levels will not only be improved, but at least it can be maintained. And everyone knows that as his realm goes up, his ability to fight beyond levels will definitely fall.
One falls, the other maintains. Who wins in a battle at the same level?
A gentleman's revenge is never too late after three years. He is a man who can bend and stretch.
Bang!
But as soon as he finished speaking, he was punched hard in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
"You!" Feng Wuding yelled, he has already admitted defeat, why don't you stop? Is there anyone who can compete like you?
Boom, he got punched again.
"You've gone too far!" Feng Wuding was full of resentment.
"Do you think I'm here to discuss matters with you?" Ling Han finally spoke.
"Isn't it?"
"No, I'm here to beat people up. There's no difference between you and those cats and dogs. Don't think too highly of yourself." Ling Han said coldly, while punching non-stop, "What bullshit Destiny's Child, garbage!"
These words are so hurtful.
Feng Wuding simply wanted to die. He thought highly of himself, thinking that he was the son of destiny and that no one could compare with him. But Ling Han didn't take him seriously at all and ignored him completely.