Chapter 1183 Just like you, you also deserve to be involved in Jinling?
Four red and strange sword marks shattered the void and lasted for a long time.
Pan Ao's face was extremely solemn, and he stared at the sword mark above his head. His whole body was tense, and the blood evil energy was operating to the extreme.
But what surprised him was that these four sword energies did not fall, but just hung in the void and blocked the surrounding space.
"To deal with you, there is no need to use magical powers."
Tang Ming looked at it indifferently: "You just punched Yang Xiong twice. If you have the ability, just accept my two punches and allow you to use spiritual energy to defend."
The words fell.
He tapped his foot lightly on the floor and flew over lightly, reaching out with his hand and punching out at will.
There was no loud punch.
There is no lingering fisting intention.
Just the simplest straight punch.
"Arrogant!"
Pan Ao's face was a little ugly. He felt extremely slighted. He raised his eyes solemnly and stared ahead. He did not use his spiritual power, but also relied on his physical strength to fight back.
Compared with Tang Ming's fist, Pan Ao's fist produced a violent sonic boom, and his fist intention was like a violent storm.
"Get out of my way!"
Pan Ao laughed ferociously and shouted violently, his fist force bursting with force.
Boom! The bloody energy was wrapped in the mighty fist intention, and he punched out. The loud roar was like thunder from the sky, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
"What a strong punch."
"Pan Ao used the blood evil energy to temper his body. His physique is comparable to ordinary magic weapons."
"This Tang Xuantian is too arrogant. He is at the beginning of the Yuanying Realm and dares to attack the peak of the Yuanying Realm."
"Haha, looking at his young age, I guess a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."
"I'm only in my early twenties at the Nascent Soul realm, and I have the talent to be a monster. It's a pity that I just don't have a sense of awe."
"It's really a pity..." People around him shook their heads and sighed.
The four words Tianhe Aoye were not called casually by others, but a vicious name that Pan Ao forcibly earned by relying on his fighting power.
But now.
Someone actually dared to provoke Mr. Ao. There would be no good consequences if he angered this killer.
In front of him, Pan Ao was filled with murderous intent, and his fists burst out with extreme blood and fell suddenly. On the other hand, Tang Ming's light and fluttering fists looked extremely weak.
The two sides collided instantly.
At the moment of the collision, Pan Aohu's eyes flashed with ferocity, and the bloody force struck directly at Tang Ming's face.
Bang! When Tang Ming was attacked, his expression did not change and he did not evade, allowing the evil spirit of blood to invade his body.
"What?"
Pan Ao's face changed slightly. His control over the blood evil energy was extremely exquisite, but when the blood evil energy just invaded the opponent's body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he instantly lost consciousness.
At the moment when he was stunned, Tang Ming's fist fell lightly.
It is shaped like a feather and its spirit is like Mount Tai.
In an instant, the power of the fist was like the Milky Way pouring down, and the vast pressure poured down, shaking the mountains and rivers, and swaying the void.
"not good!"
Pan Ao's pupils suddenly tightened, wanting to regain his luck.
But it's still too late.
The force of the rolling fists exploded from the front, each one more violent than the other, stacked one after another, overwhelming mountains and seas, swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"Crack——" The bones of Pan Ao's right fist exploded, and blood foam flew everywhere.
But it wasn't over yet, the fierce energy eroded his bones, and the bones in his hand exploded inch by inch.
Boom! Boom! Boom! "Pfft--" Pan Aowao spurted out blood, and his entire right arm exploded to pieces. Taking this opportunity, he finally got rid of the force of his fist and kicked the ground hard with his legs.
Boom! The ground cracked.
Pan Ao took advantage of the force and swept back tens of meters, and then stepped back ten steps. Unable to stabilize his body, Pan Ao slammed into the gallery behind him.
Boom! The entire gallery hung with art pieces collapsed.
...the whole place was dead silent.
In the dust that filled the sky, Pan Ao knelt on one knee in the dust, his right arm disappeared and his face was pale, staring ahead in horror.
"I just reminded you that you can use spiritual power to resist. If you don't listen, you can't blame anyone."
"Next, there's another punch."
Tang Ming spoke indifferently.
The words fell to the ground.
Whoa! Tang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared and instantly appeared above Pan Ao's head. He also punched down suddenly.
How dare Pan Ao dare to rely on his power to operate his skills, pushing his cultivation level at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm to the extreme, with spiritual power surging and qi and blood bursting.
"boom!"
The thick blood-evil aura enveloped the whole body.
But this was not enough. Pan Ao obviously had a shadow on Tang Ming's fist. He reached out and grabbed it, and a black sword made entirely of black iron appeared in his hand.
This black sword was his famous killing weapon. Holding the sword in his hand, the cold evil energy penetrated the blade, and the originally black sword instantly turned dark red.
Pan Ao held the knife in one hand and slashed it from bottom to top.
"Wow!"
The sword light shattered the void sharply, and a red light appeared in front of Tang Ming instantly. It was just a sword light, but it made everyone present feel chills on their backs.
Because this sword intention carries madness and evil energy.
"The sword intention is quite condensed, but the artistic conception is too scattered. Are you worthy of touching Jinling?"
Tang Ming's tone was playful and his fists shook.
"Boom!"
The originally violent sword light was directly defeated by the force of the fist, and continued to surge downwards like a broken bamboo.
This moment.
A trace of fear finally appeared on Pan Ao's face. At this time, it was too late to escape. At the last moment, he had to draw out the sword in his hand again and fight to the death.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
A crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded.
The aura sword, whose entire body was made of black iron, was broken and turned into scrap metal. Even so, the power of the fist was not completely eliminated, and it still fell with a fierce energy.
"Boom--" A wave of energy visible to the naked eye rippled out.
The ground cracked and rocks split open, and dust roared up.
This fist shook the entire hotel lobby, causing the surrounding special soundproof glass to break. Even the windows of the luxury car outside, near the hotel parking lot, were shattered by the force.
The dust disperses.
The breathing of everyone present suddenly stopped.
Because in the center of the hotel, a deep pit with a radius of ten meters appeared. Inside the pit, a miserable figure was paralyzed in a pool of blood.
Pan Ao.
The unparalleled and tyrannical Tianhe Proud Lord collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, covered in blood, and even half of his body was sunk into the bottom of the pit. This was because he was forcefully hammered into the pit.
"Trash!"
"You can't even withstand two of my punches, who gave you the courage to move into Jinling City?"
Tang Ming looked down from a high position and pointed a finger.
Whoa! A jet-black finger force burst out and sank into Pan Ao's body.
"Pfft——" Pan Ao spat out a mouthful of blood and trembled all over.
"Within three days, the compensation you threatened Yang Xiong will be returned tenfold!"
"Anything less, you will definitely die."
Tang Ming lowered his eyes and said calmly: "When the compensation is in place, come to me to lift the seal."
Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated.
Pan Ao had been arrogant and domineering towards Yang Xiong before, so Tang Ming would naturally not show mercy.
"I'm talking to you again, do you hear me?"
Tang Ming lowered his eyes and spoke coldly.
"I, I heard..." Pan Ao's face was full of bitterness, feeling the strange and lifeless breath in his body, his expression was slumped, and he struggled to pull his body out from the ground.
When he staggered out of the pit, it made everyone around him feel numb.
The right arm exploded into pieces, and the left arm was shattered into pieces.
There are white bone stubbles exposed in many places. Even with his cultivation at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm, this kind of injury is not easy to bear.