Shattered in mid-air, Sheng Ming's fists rolled up a pale golden wave, like the fists of an ancient strong man, smashing through the space in horror, enveloping Chen Ling with overwhelming and arrogant power.
"interesting."
"Is this the power of the physical body or the power of blood?"
Or is it a fusion of the two?
Chen Ling's eyes flickered and he clapped his hand.
Bang!
The water of the Tianhe River rose tens of feet, the waves were surging, and it exploded in mid-air.
Sheng Ming's body retreated violently, and a circle of violent marks spread out on his body. Wherever he passed, it was like the bombardment of a huge mountain, setting off a continuous violent wave.
He looked horrified.
This man is so strong.
He felt as if the other party had lightly slapped him, and his body was not moving at all.
"As expected of the giant saint clan, the power of this body and bloodline is indeed impressive." Chen Ling's eyes flashed with admiration.
The opponent's strength is very strong.
As soon as he touched it, he felt that under the opponent's special bloodline, his physical body seemed to be another level of manifestation of the bloodline.
Indescribable miraculous transformation.
"You are also very strong, but the attack just now was not my strongest attack."
Chen Ling's tone and look made Sheng Ming feel slightly uncomfortable. His eyes narrowed and his body suddenly grew taller, like a giant, more like a humanoid ferocious beast.
boom!
Layers of golden light appeared on the surface of his skin, and the golden light directly submerged himself in it as it rolled.
"Um?"
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at Sheng Ming in surprise.
Roar!
The Holy Inscription roared fiercely, shaking the earth and the earth. Thousand-foot-high waves covered the sky and covered the earth. A terrifying force instantly spread to all directions.
"The Holy Finger of the Earth."
Sheng Ming roared, golden light exploded, and he pointed out.
puff!
The space was shattered, and a golden finger light as thick as a bucket seemed to have used all his strength to rush towards Chen Ling.
His whole body became weaker, his body returned to normal size, and he was breathing heavily.
With this finger, he exerted all his strength.
"not enough."
Chen Ling shook his head slightly.
The power of this finger is terrifying, but it is no longer on the same level as this holy inscription.
Punch out.
Fingers burst into pieces.
Chen Ling's figure remained motionless.
Sheng Ming's pupils narrowed and he fell silent for a moment.
"Concession."
Chen Ling smiled slightly, cupped his fists and saluted, and glanced behind him.
He felt a mysterious gaze.
"It made Brother Chen laugh."
"Sheng Ming, come back."
A burst of laughter suddenly came, and the Holy Word came out of the air, glanced at the Holy Inscription, and then looked at Chen Ling solemnly: "Brother Chen's strength is probably the best among the contemporary geniuses of the Dongye Fang family, but why have I never heard of it before?
Did you say that?”
"Oh, sorry, my name is Shengyan, the giant saint clan is now the saint son."
Shengyan looked deeply at Chen Ling with a kind attitude.
Just two moves made him feel that Chen Ling was terrifying.
What Wang Wei said is probably true.
This guy can defeat Tong Wusheng and should not be underestimated. Naturally, he does not dare to underestimate him in any way.
Chen Ling looked at the Holy Word up and down, and smiled slowly: "I joined the Dongye Fang Clan by chance only in Qitian Ye Territory, but I haven't even stepped into the Fang Clan yet."
Shengyan was slightly startled.
Is this okay?
With such strength, he has only joined the Fang family not long ago, and he has not even been to the Fang family's base camp?
He quickly came to his senses, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry."
"nothing."
Chen Ling looked at Shengyan, his eyes slightly condensed.
This guy gave him a very strange feeling.
It obviously feels similar to Tong Wushuang, not much better than the latter.
But for some reason, it always made him feel a little uneasy.
How can it be?
To make him feel uneasy, even the top princes and prodigies of the six ancient tribes may not be able to do it.
Only the four top forces have descendants, such as Qi Dian.
Did I feel wrong?
Chen Ling frowned slightly.
But at this point, how could he easily feel that something was wrong?
Chen Ling is speculating on Shengyan, and Shengyan is also speculating on Chen Ling.
Likewise, he also felt an indescribable palpitation.
What kind of freak is this guy?
He couldn't believe it.
"Brother Chen, are you interested in having a discussion?"
Shengyan's eyes flashed and he suddenly smiled.
"Just what I wanted." Chen Ling's eyes lit up, he quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts and smiled.
"Go far away, it's not suitable here." Shengyan smiled, jumped out of the Tianhe River, and ran towards the distant wilderness.
Chen Ling quickly followed.
Seeing the two people leaving one after another, everyone around them became excited.
The conversation between the two people just now reached everyone's ears.
Discuss?
For many monks, this is a great event that cannot be missed.
One defeated Tong Wusheng, and the other was the Holy Son of the Giant Saint Clan.
How good should the battle be?
However, no one dared to get too close, and kept their heads high from a distance.
Ye Qing's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of cunning.
She had given up on some unlikely ideas.
However, Chen Lingde's identity and strength were of great help to Xuan Bingtian to a certain extent.
If he can defeat the Holy Son of the Giant Saint Clan, his reputation will reach its peak.
Ye Qing couldn't help but look forward to it.
Under the sky, the two of them stood in mid-air.
Chen Ling took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Brother Holy, please come first."
Shengyan's eyes narrowed and he smiled calmly and said: "Okay, Brother Chen, be careful."
Buzz!
His figure floated upward, with an indescribable beauty.
Although they are tall and tall, they complement each other perfectly.
Whoosh!
Clouds are moving in all directions, and golden light surges into the sky.
Shengyan didn't dare to underestimate him, so he naturally showed no mercy and used all his strength when he came up.
Dense figures shrouded the four directions, and in an instant endless shadows of fingers rushed towards Chen Ling.
"Nine Jedi Holy Fingers."
The holy words shouted in a low voice, and the infinite finger glowed. The power was far from comparable to the previous finger of the holy inscription. It was simply incomparable and no longer on the same level.
From the name, Chen Ling guessed that it should be a secret method, but it was only in its most perfect state when the Holy Word was mastered in front of him.
His figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.
boom!
An area of nearly a thousand feet in radius was suddenly shattered into pieces, huge waves rolled, and it was like a tsunami-like explosion in the sea.
He stared at the churning space, his expression changing again and again.
boom!
Five giant claws appeared suddenly from behind him.
Shengyan's whole body tensed up, and the moment he turned around, he was bumped into violently.
Bang!
The sound was like thunder, and the five giant claws were smashed into pieces by the Holy Word. He penetrated the huge waves and punched out. The light of the punch was like a giant sun falling.
"It's such a rough response."
Chen Ling was slightly surprised.
He tried his best to obtain the five-clawed war vein secret technique, but it was not weak.
The holy words were smashed into pieces without any damage. For this reason alone, he was stronger than Tong Wusheng.
Chen Ling retreated and wrapped it up with one palm. (To be continued)