"Luo Heng's cultivation is high-level Tiandan, and his bloodline is the fifth-grade bloodline Seven-leaf Spirit Grass. The effect of the Seven-leaf Spirit Grass is limited, and his strength is at best average among high-level Heavenly Pills."
"Chen Ling must have improved in strength in the past half month or so. He should be comparable to the high-level Tiandan. If he can still use the attack that killed the Thunder Elephant King that day, he will have no problem defeating Luo Heng."
"This guy's growth rate is terrifying."
At the edge of the martial arts arena, Luo Youran stared at the two fighting intently, the sparkle in her beautiful eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Chen Ling's strength is growing at an almost exponential rate, which is terrifying.
Luo Youran even felt a little sour in her heart.
Her bloodline memorial ceremony has not been completely completed, and there is only one final step left.
Once the bloodline sacrifice is completed, her strength will increase rapidly, and her high-level cultivation of Tiandan will be enough to fight against Tiandan Perfection.
But this guy had already completed his bloodline sacrifice long ago.
Every time I think of this, Luo Youran feels a bitter feeling.
That feeling of being so angry that you want to vomit blood.
"Chen Ling, you must die."
boom!
Luo Heng smiled ferociously, his clothes shook wildly, and a layer of bright light burst out. His aura suddenly became mysterious, and the shape of green leaves was faintly revealed in his eyes.
"Are you going to get serious?"
Seeing this scene, everyone felt solemn in their hearts.
A solemn look rose in Chen Ling's eyes, and the blood in his body surged quietly.
"Heavenly Tablet Palm."
Luo Heng suddenly roared, his veins popped out, and he clapped down with his big hand.
The void collapsed, and a huge black stone tablet engraved with dense runes was held up by Luo Heng and fell from the sky.
"Heavenly Monument Palm, an earth-level primary martial skill, is even more powerful with the blessing of the blood of the Seven-Leaf Spirit Grass. It can exert almost 120% of the power of this martial skill."
Luo Youran narrowed her beautiful eyes and murmured secretly.
She looked at Chen Ling.
Chen Ling remained motionless, his eyes facing the terrifying Heavenly Tablet Palm.
Suddenly there was a bit of mania in the air.
Luo Youran's pretty eyes shrank, this kind of aura...
Although it is not as terrifying as the one in the Thunder Elephant Secret Mansion that day, it does not seem to be weak, and it is more like a pure monster aura.
roar!
Chen Ling suddenly opened his mouth and roared like thunder, a complete beastly roar erupted from his throat.
The majestic manic momentum is as turbulent as the sea.
"Genealogy of Beasts."
The air around Chen Ling surged violently, and the evil energy was overwhelming. As soon as he grasped the majestic evil energy, with an unparalleled violent momentum, he slammed down on the palm of the sky monument.
Boom!
The two martial arts clashed in horror, and the roar of thunder mixed with the wild roar of beasts swept across the martial arts arena.
The evil spiritual pressure was like two tornadoes colliding, shocking everyone outside the venue.
One after another, the eyes were frozen, staring at the terrifying energy of the two confrontations.
Click!
Cracks suddenly appeared on the monument.
However, the next moment, the power of Chen Ling's palm suddenly collapsed and turned into countless horses scattered in all directions.
The sky stele, which was full of cracks, continued to show its power as it scattered and smashed into Chen Ling.
Chen Ling's expression did not change, he clenched his five fingers, turned his palm into a fist, and smashed it against the monument.
boom!
The monument collapsed and Chen Ling took ten steps back.
Luo Heng was horrified, but his body followed closely behind him, his green energy surged, and he fired hundreds of punches into one in an instant.
In an instant, majestic mountains and rivers, vast rivers, and the majestic aura of the king blended together, and the huge shadow of the fist was like the fist of the emperor, threatening the heaven and earth and collapsing the sky.
"Earth-level intermediate martial arts, Emperor's Fist." There was an exclamation from the crowd.
Chen Ling's expression became more solemn.
This punch made his heart and mind tremble, as if he were facing a human emperor, and the power made his whole body's true energy and blood stagnant.
roar!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Chen Ling looked up to the sky and roared, his blood vessels fully activated.
The skin all over the body is crawling, the blood is boiling, and the true energy is rushing.
All the power merged into one, and the bright golden light penetrated the void.
Chen Ling's eyes widened, he kicked off his feet, and the same punch rushed out, tearing the air with its fierce and violent power, and the explosion of energy roared like rolling thunder.
Bang!
As if two steel fists collided, the martial arts arena was filled with the sharp sound of gold and iron, and large sparks flew up.
Under their feet, the hard floor cracked inch by inch.
Fierce air waves soared into the sky, rushed into the clouds, and rolled violently. The explosion sounded like the roar of a giant.
Chen Ling only felt an extremely cold and violent energy rushing into his body, making his face look grim and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
What a strong force.
The power of that punch exceeded his expectation.
The fist of the emperor is extraordinary.
But is that all he is?
The moment a sneer appeared on Luo Heng's face, Luo Heng suddenly felt a warning sign and was about to withdraw his punch as fast as lightning.
"But I haven't eaten it for a long time."
"Swallow it for me."
boom!
A majestic suction force stuck Luo Heng's fist to his fist.
Luo Heng's pupils shrank, his face full of shock.
"What the hell?"
"He's sucking the power of my blood, damn it."
For the first time, there was a hint of fear in Luo Heng's eyes.
Bloodline is the foundation of a warrior, and Chen Ling is extracting the power of his bloodline.
"Open it for me."
Luo Heng's eyes were about to burst, he roared crazily, and his fist suddenly surged.
Where the fists met, the space violently shattered.
Chen Ling's body trembled, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, but the suction force was stronger.
Luo Heng's whole body twitched, his face turned pale, and deep fear filled his eyes.
"Seven-leaf spiritual grass, the spirit plate appears."
Luo Heng's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood in his body was burning.
A seven-leaf spiritual grass rapidly evolved in his body, and its seven green leaves were lifelike and crystal clear like jasper.
In an instant, the blue light was infinite.
The seven-leaf spiritual grass suddenly transformed into a circular spiritual disk, with crystal clear green light, and an awe-inspiring spiritual pressure rushed out from his body along his arms.
"open."
Roaring like thunder.
Chen Ling's complexion changed drastically and he withdrew his fist as fast as lightning.
But the residual power still spread out the moment he retreated.
puff!
Chen Ling opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell back like an arrow.
After dozens of steps, he stamped his foot hard, and his foot sank violently. He finally stopped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.
Luo Heng was trembling all over, his face was as white as paper, and there were bright red bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Chen Ling in fear.
"You...you, who are you?"
That weird method made him deeply frightened.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with cold light.
"It's time to end."
The moment the words fell, Luo Heng's pupils shrank again.
A more terrifying aura than before surged out overwhelmingly.
Everyone swallowed hard at this moment.
Chen Ling's right arm, including his shoulder, was completely transformed into blood.
Click!
The air was shaken by this breath.
"Luo Heng, die."
Chen Ling roared, raised his hand and turned his fingers into claws, tearing it off in the air.
"Seven-leaf grass."
Luo Heng's soul trembled, the blood in his body transformed, and a seven-leaf spiritual grass appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Swallowing the Sky Arm, he tore it off in horror.
The green light was intense and blocked Luo Heng's face.
Crunch~~
The sharp and harsh friction sound resounded, making the hairs on your body stand on end.
"Hey, how is that possible?"
Among the crowd, there were constant gasps of air.
The ferocious and sharp golden giant arm actually tore through the blue light inch by inch and fiercely grasped the seven-leaf spirit grass.
Click!
The seven-leaf spirit grass cracked.
puff!
Blood spurted out from Luo Heng's mouth. (To be continued)