Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 207 Absolute Monster
Extraordinary inner strength mental method "Demon Fox Feather Clothes Kungfu" combined with extraordinary martial arts "Nine Tails Paoquan".

I saw Ming Tian swinging his fists slowly, a crimson light condensed in his hands, exuding a dangerous aura.

Guanzhu Baiyun also became nervous, he didn't dare to be careless, because he could feel that Ming Tian's fist could kill any martial artist whose cultivation level was lower than that of a martial artist at the beginning of the eighth level of martial arteries.

Whether Ling Xiao will die, he doesn't know.

But be careful.

Just now Ling Xiao's arms were torn, but he couldn't react, this time it can't be like that.

"horrible!"

Ling Xiao also felt that his God Prison King Fist is definitely not the opponent's opponent's Nine-Tails Pao Fist at this stage.

How to do?
Of course he has a way.

The Tianlong True Yuan in his body was drawn out and merged into the God Prison King Fist, and a strange scene appeared.

The whole body of the death cow seemed to be wrapped around a golden dragon, and the aura of the God Prison King Fist suddenly rose.

"That's not right. The Divine Prison King Fist is just a quasi-supernatural martial art, but the power of this punch is probably not lower than the extraordinary martial art. What's going on?"

Zuo Leng stared at Ling Xiao with narrowed eyes.

Originally, he was dismissive of Ling Xiao, but today's battle made him change his mind. Even he couldn't cope with Ling Xiao's endless methods.

Unless it is suppressed by cultivation.

Lord Baiyun was also shocked.

He really didn't expect Ling Xiao to be able to increase the power of the God Prison King Fist to such a level.

"not enough!"

Ling Xiao knew very well that he was still not Ming Tian's opponent just because of the current situation.

At that moment, golden light shone all over his body, and the golden body of Tianlong was displayed. This is an extraordinary defensive martial art, no worse than Ming Tian's extraordinary martial art.

"Can it still become stronger?"

There was cold sweat on Ming Tian's forehead.

He is very clear that his combat effectiveness under the initial stage of the eighth level of martial arts has already been fully utilized.

But why does it feel like being chased by the other party?
"boom--!"

Once again, the power of Ling Xiao's God Prison King Fist increased again. In the dark cherry grove, a ghost ship floated up, injecting an even more terrifying aura into this punch.

Finally, the two fists clashed together.

The entire Hall of Martial Arts shook, except for Master Baiyun and Zuo Leng, everyone else was terrified and their faces changed drastically.

Terrifying power penetrated into their bodies, eroding their true energy, forcing them to sit cross-legged quickly and use their kung fu to get rid of this terrible breath.

And this breath is just the breath that overflowed after the two fists collided.

bang bang——

In the Martial Arts Hall, the ground that had been specially blessed was still vibrated by the bombardment.

The entire Yanwu Hall also shook.

Snapped!
The two figures separated.

Ling Xiao floated back and landed firmly on the ground. Although his clothes were a bit messy and torn, there was no scar on his body at all.

The horror of "The Golden Body of the Dragon" is truly astonishing.

Cooperating with the defensive power of the ninth turn of the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Jue", it can actually avoid most of the damage Mingtian caused to him.

The rest of the damage was basically transferred to the ground under his feet.

On the other hand, Ming Tian was in a more embarrassing situation than him. Not only was his clothes ragged, but he even had several scars on his body.

Although the scar looks very light and light, it will hardly cause any harm to Ming Tian.

But he was injured after all.

"Thank you, brother, for your mercy!"

Ling Xiao arched his hands.

"I didn't show mercy, you are indeed proud!"

Ming Tian frowned, then shook his head and said, "If you lose, you lose. I'll give you the True Yuan Pill."

While speaking, Ming Tian threw a top-grade True Yuan Pill to Ling Xiao.

But on the surface, this guy seems to give in, but secretly he is playing tricks. The True Yuan Pill is wrapped with his fiery true Yuan. If he is not careful, he will definitely make a fool of himself.

He didn't expect to hurt Ling Xiao either, he just wanted Ling Xiao to make a fool of himself.

It's a pity however.

Ling Xiao didn't even give him this chance. Under the protection of Tianlong's golden body, Ling Xiao completely absorbed the fiery true essence in a moment.

For Ming Tian, ​​this is called losing his wife and losing his army.

"Don't be too complacent. I suppressed my cultivation today, so the extraordinary martial art can't exert its original power, and you took advantage of it."

Seeing that Ling Xiao didn't suffer, Ming Tian couldn't help but said.

"Of course, I understand that."

Ling Xiao knew very well that although Ming Tian said what he said out of unwillingness, it was the truth, not nonsense.

Outside Yanwu Hall, inside True Spirit Hall.

Master Baiyun, Lin Ze, and Wan Ben sat there cross-legged.

At the moment when the battle between Ling Xiao and Ming Tian ended.

Lin Ze said with a smile: "Master, you have seen, Ling Xiao's potential is much stronger than you imagined, he can defeat the master who maintains the early stage of the eighth level of martial arts with only a late stage cultivation of the seventh level of the martial arts. Ming Tian, ​​this potential is probably stronger than Ming Tian!"

"Lin Ze, don't brag too much. He is just lucky. If Ming Tian didn't underestimate the enemy, he would have already lost."

Wan Ben naturally didn't want Lin Ze to be complacent.

"This kid is a bit weird, and he really misjudged his teacher, but the helpless thing is that he has already worshiped Lin Ze as his teacher, so he can no longer become a true disciple of his teacher."

Master Baiyun shook his head, frowning tightly.

He really miscalculated this time.

I didn't expect Ling Xiao, a freak, to be so terrifying.

"Master, I can drive him out of the school and let him worship you as his teacher."

Lin Ze said anxiously.

"You don't need to be expelled from the division, you just let him change the lintel."

Master Baiyun said lightly.

"Okay, thank you Master, I believe Ling Xiao will be happy."

Lin Ze was very excited, although there was a little bit of disappointment in his heart, such a good genius, just like this is going to be handed over to others.

But he knew very well in his heart that becoming a true disciple of Master Baiyun was definitely much better than following him.

"Ming Tian is about to lose his temper."

Master Baiyun suddenly smiled and said: "Speaking of which, I really have to thank Ling Xiao. Ming Tian is actually very talented, but he is more playful in cultivation, not as hardworking as Zuo Leng. Otherwise, he might already be at the peak of the ninth level of martial arts today." warrior."

"Next, you will see Ming Tian's serious state!"

Sure enough, Master Baiyun still valued Mingtian even more. No matter how outstanding Ling Xiao performed, he was not his true disciple after all, nor was he in his fancy, so his attitude was naturally different.

"Come on, eleven of you play with me, I want to vent!"

Ming Tian was really angry, he was angry.

After all, the battle of suppressing the cultivation base cannot be performed smoothly, and that feeling is too uncomfortable.

"Eleven together?"

Zuo sneered and said, "Mingtian, I understand your desire to vent, but do you really want to do this?"

"of course."

Ming Tian looked at Ling Xiao and said, "Don't worry, I won't target you, you can come and attack as much as you want!"

"You guys play with him, of course remember, the purpose of this battle is to get some insights from it."

Lord Baiyun said with a smile.

Ming Tian is a martial artist at the early stage of the Ninth Level of Martial Vein.

Among the rest, the strongest one is Zuo Leng, who is already a peak martial artist at the eighth level of martial arteries.

Dai Yuling is a martial artist in the early stage of the eighth level of martial arteries.

The rest are just seventh-level martial arts masters. Whether they can gain some insight from the battle depends on personal chances.

(End of this chapter)