"This is what happens when you challenge the gods by overestimating your abilities!"
The Lord of Poseidon Temple couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Zhang Yifeng being penetrated by the sword energy dragon.
At this time, he didn't look like Wen Lan's defeated general, but rather like Wen Lan's fanatical follower.
As long as he sees someone being deflated under Wen Lan's hands, he can feel a burst of joy.
It felt like it was not Wen Lan who was fighting Zhang Yifeng, but him.
"Mr. Zhang!"
Hai Wen clenched his fist and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who had a bloody flower behind him in the air, with a look of anxiety flashing in his eyes.
It is a certainty that Zhang Yifeng is the benefactor of the Hai Clan.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was actually injured by Wen Lan. This was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.
"Miss Su, you'd better advise Mr. Zhang."
Hai Wen gritted his teeth and turned back, speaking solemnly to Su Zhirou who was recovering her mana not far away.
Just looking at Su Zhirou's plain expression, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
The relationship between Zhang Yifeng and the other humans is very good, and he has seen this with his own eyes.
But at this time, Su Zhirou clearly saw Zhang Yifeng being pierced by the sword energy dragon, but she was still recovering her magic power with a calm look on her face.
"Senior Hai, just rest assured, Yifeng will not just fall to his own moves."
Su Zhirou noticed the puzzled look on Hai Wen's face, shook her head and replied.
At the same time, in the battle above everyone.
The blood flowing behind Zhang Yifeng poured into his body again in the blink of an eye, and the wounds on his body that were pierced by the sword energy dragon also recovered in an instant.
"Hmm... It's just controlling other people's magical attacks without any blessing?"
Zhang Yifeng groaned.
Zhang Yifeng could have easily avoided the long dragon that Wen Lan had just formed with the help of his sword energy.
However, in order to better observe the fundamentals of Wen Lan's method, he simply chose to try it himself.
The natural result was that although Wen Lan could control his magical power, it did not have any bonus.
In other words, even if Zhang Yifeng fires a small ball of fire at the minimum, even if such an attack is intercepted by Wen Lan, there will be no enhancement.
After thinking about this, Zhang Yifeng moved his body.
"It seems that I am really going to punch you and kick you awake now."
Zhang Yifeng murmured while moving his body.
Naturally, these words did not reach Wen Lan's ears, and he just launched another attack on Zhang Yifeng.
"Idiot, you want to rely on physical strength to deal with the Poseidon bloodline?"
"This is in the North Sea. Those with Poseidon's bloodline are also in the deep sea, and the more powerful they can exert."
Over the years, the Lord of Poseidon Temple has thoroughly studied the Poseidon bloodline, and even understands this bloodline better than most people in Poseidon City today.
The reason why Poseidon is called this is because he has absolute hegemony in the deep sea.
No matter who you are, no one can defeat Poseidon in the deep sea.
The moment the confident Lord of Poseidon Temple finished speaking, Wen Lan stepped in front of Zhang Yifeng and punched out.
The power of this punch even caused the entire surface of the deep sea to tremble, which proved that what the Lord of the Sea God said was true.
In this deep sea, the power of Poseidon's bloodline is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Just when the Lord of Poseidon Temple was eagerly waiting for Zhang Yifeng to be dealt with severely.
However, Zhang Yifeng was seen not evading the fierce blow, but instead punched out to meet it.
In an instant, two fists collided head-on, and a terrifying pressure roared towards the surroundings.
The center of the circle in the center of a Yifeng duo emits oscillating ripples visible to the naked eye.
"How is it possible that someone in the deep sea can receive a punch from the blood of Poseidon?!"
"What's more, this kid is obviously just an Immortal Emperor!"
The Lord of Poseidon Temple looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and the concussive impact directly knocked him away along with the water dragon suppressed on him.
Several water dragons were shattered on the spot, and the Lord of Poseidon Temple spurted a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body became even more depressed.
Except for him, no one present was affected by the impact.
"roar!"
Feeling the resistance coming from the fist, Wen Lan's cold eyes gradually filled with pure anger.
Along with a low roar, the force coming from Wenlan's fist continued to increase.
Zhang Yifeng knew that this was the Heart of the Sea in his body, and began to strengthen its power under the growing anger.
"Is this the only strength you have? This shouldn't be your limit. Give me a little more pressure."
Zhang Yifeng spoke quietly, even if Wen Lan's strength continued to increase, he still stood like a green pine.
Perhaps this contemptuous attitude completely angered Wen Lan. The coldness on his face gradually faded away, and an almost crazy anger gradually emerged.
The sound of the violent beating of the heart clearly reached the ears of those present.
The muscles all over Wen Lan's body swelled, and there were faint blue scales growing out on both sides of his fair cheeks.
In this state, Wen Lan's aura became even more violent.
The sudden increase in strength was several times greater than before, and Zhang Yifeng's fist was instantly pushed forward.
There was a loud bang that broke through the air, and Zhang Yifeng's figure flew straight into the distance.
Wen Lan's fury continued unabated, and he directly caught up with Zhang Yifeng's body that was flying backwards, and his fists fell like a gust of wind and rain.
With every blow from Wen Lan, an air explosion could be heard, and Zhang Yifeng's figure flew farther away.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yifeng was at a disadvantage in the battle against Wen Lan.
"Ha... I knew that the Poseidon bloodline is the strongest."
The Lord of Poseidon Temple collapsed on the ground, but the corner of his eye was fixed on Wen Lan who was beating Zhang Yifeng on all sides.
Looking at the figure full of destruction, his eyes were full of envy and pride.
Such a powerful Wen Lan at least proved that what he has been pursuing for half his life is not an illusory thing.
"That's almost it. This position should be able to subdue you without hurting others."
Suddenly, a whisper came into the ears of the Lord of Poseidon Temple.
His consciousness, which was still somewhat scattered, regrouped in an instant.
His eyes widened suddenly, and he tried his best to push himself up and look at the battlefield further away.
Desperately pouring all the little mana left in his body into his eyes, he finally saw clearly the battle situation over there.
I saw that Zhang Yifeng had recovered from the severe beating at some unknown time.
At this moment, he was grabbing Wen Lan's fists with both hands, with a faint smile on his lips.
"You've been fighting for so long, it's time for me to collect some interest."
"Your Highness Wenlan, when you wake up, don't blame me for being too harsh."
Zhang Yifeng murmured in a low voice, regardless of whether Wen Lan in front of him could understand or not.