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Chapter 382 Nostrils poking the sky

Yang Kai's face looked slightly pale, a big battle had taken a lot of energy.

But the smile on his face was full-bodied, even with a hint of imperceptible pride.

I was defeated in all nine turns.

Legends are just legends.

Seeing the smile on Yang Kai's face, Chen Ling also smiled.

"Brother Yang, you seem to have forgotten that I haven't used the power of my blood yet." Chen Ling's voice was very calm, but it was like a rolling thunder that exploded in everyone's heart.

The smile on Yang Kai's face suddenly stiffened.

There was deathly silence for five breaths.

"Bloodline...he, he really doesn't seem to use the power of bloodline."

"From the beginning to the end, there seems to be no blood fluctuations in Chen Ling's body."

"We all ignored this..."

"You can fight Yang Kai to this point without relying on blood. If you use blood..."

A low murmur of horror and inexplicable heart palpitations slowly sounded.

Yun Fusheng's frown slowly relaxed, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face.

The power of blood... I didn't expect that even I ignored it.

Is this interesting? Otherwise, how could Chen Ling be qualified to become the son of Black Iron?

Yang Kai only felt that his lips were a little dry.

The importance of bloodline to warriors is self-evident.

However, from beginning to end, Chen Ling did not use the power of blood.

"You..." He suddenly felt that he didn't know how to speak.

boom!

Chen Ling's clothes are turbulent and her black hair is dancing wildly.

His blood pulsed, and his aura suddenly changed.

Majestic and domineering, fierce and monstrous.

The absolute power of the beast.

"hiss……"

"What kind of bloodline does he have? I have never felt this kind of power even from some sixth-grade bloodline warriors."

"The aura is so strong, even more terrifying than before."

"This aura has already reached the level of becoming a Martial Emperor for the first time."

"Nine rotations, this is the true strength of nine rotations."

Yang Kai's face turned pale and his eyelids trembled.

That aura was so terrifying.

He seemed to be facing an ancient beast, ferocious and terrifying.

"Brother Yang, be careful."

Chen Ling blinked his eyes, and the violent and fierce light turned into golden light and shadow and spewed out, spitting out a foot-long golden light in front of his eyes.

At that moment, the golden light was bright.

Chen Ling stepped out in one step, like a hundred-foot giant beast, overwhelming the world.

The protective shield buzzed, and invisible waves distorted the entire space of the martial arts arena until it was rippled and almost bursting.

Chen Ling stepped forward and punched out.

Simple and crude.

There is no skill or fancy at all, only endless power and overwhelming ferocity. The sonic boom is like the roar of a giant beast, crushing the space and passing by a golden fragment.

"The spirit of blood."

Yang Kai's pupils shrank, and the great crisis turned into a dark cloud covering his mind.

The blood power in the body pours out.

Bloodline transformation, because the warrior's bloodline and cultivation method are different, the performance will be different.

Among the opponents Chen Ling has encountered, some people have transformed their blood into a rune that condenses the power of all their blood.

Some people incorporate the power of blood into their bodies, thereby stimulating terrifying potential.

There are also people who are transformed into spirits by blood.

... In the Shenwu Continent, there are thousands of bloodlines, all of which are different, but they are all manifestations of bloodline formation.

The surging blood power, under Yang Kai's control, turned into a whirlpool in front of him.

It is as deep and majestic as a black hole, and as violently rotating as a storm.

"go."

Yang Kai's face turned pale, and he pointed out, the whirlpool surged, and a fierce sucking force erupted, like a giant mouth of an abyss, trying to swallow Chen Ling.

The huge fist slammed into the whirlpool.

Bang!

There was a huge whirlpool and a series of muffled sounds.

The power of the punch caused the whirlpool to twitch and writhe, almost to the point of collapse.

However, the vortex rotated faster and faster, and Chen Ling felt that his fist was being continuously sucked in by a huge force. As the force was sucked, the power was quickly removed.

Chen Ling suddenly looked up at Yang Kai and grinned: "It's time to end."

Yang Kai's complexion changed drastically.

"Swallow."

Chen Ling muttered silently in his mind, regardless of the strength being removed, he opened his five fingers and a suction force emerged.

The blood vortex, which was spinning, sucking and unloading at the same time, suddenly stopped under the sudden reverse suction force.

Chen Ling pulled out his arm as fast as lightning and retreated quickly.

The next moment, the whirlpool exploded.

puff!

Yang Kai's figure was severely shaken back, his bloodline spirit was defeated, and a mouthful of reverse blood could no longer be suppressed as it poured out of his throat.

The whole place was dead silent.

Chen Ling withdrew his fist and stood up, looking at Yang Kai calmly: "Brother Yang, you lose."

Yang Kai trembled, his breath was weak, and he looked at Chen Ling with a stiff smile on his face: "As expected of rank nine, I lost."

The smile on his face was uglier than crying at this moment.

Completely defeated.

"Is this your strongest power?" Yang Kai took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mood.

Chen Ling paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

Yang Kai was startled, and then his body swayed.

It was as if a knife had been applied to the wound.

"Brother Chen, I have been fooled by you."

If he had known earlier, he would have never even tried to spar.

Of course, how would you know Chen Ling's true strength without competing?

However, this result was something he never expected.

It's so heartbreaking.

"It's not even the strongest blow..."

"I suddenly feel very sorry for Yang Kai."

"He definitely has the strength of the Martial King. The middle-level Martial King, the gap is too big."

"I wonder who is better between him and Yun Fusheng?"

"I think Yun Fusheng is better."

The crowd couldn't help but look at Yun Fusheng who was standing on the second floor.

Chen Ling also saw the latter and frowned slightly.

He saw a hint of provocation in the latter's eyes.

Yun Fusheng jumped down.

"The legend is somewhat credible."

Yun Fusheng smiled slightly and said proudly: "Do you dare to take a move from me?"

Yang Kai had already exited the protective shield and raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He fully understands Yun Fusheng's arrogance. He wonders how Chen Ling will respond?

Chen Ling is very strong, but he is definitely not optimistic about Chen Ling.

Chen Ling's eyes became sharp. This guy was so arrogant that it was a bit annoying.

But it has to be said that Yun Fusheng is capable of arrogance.

"Although I don't think I can beat you. But if I don't dare to agree at this time, I'm afraid your nostrils will be pierced to the sky when you see me after Yunfu's birthday, right?" Chen Ling said coldly.

"I..." Yang Kai interrupted in one breath, took two sharp breaths, and looked at Chen Ling with admiration.

If it were him, these words would probably make him vomit blood.

Looking at Yun Fusheng, the latter had a terrifyingly gloomy expression, with bulging veins on his face, proving his current mood.

Should.

Yang Kai felt happy.

The other warriors outside were also stunned for a moment because of the stimulation. Yun Fusheng was indeed so arrogant that everyone felt extremely happy hearing this.

"I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth." Yun Fusheng slowly unclenched his clenched fists and stared at Chen Ling with a cold look. (To be continued)


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