1752: C1752 Simultaneous Palmar Outburst

C1752 Simultaneous Palmar Outburst

BOOM!

BOOM!

With a violent explosion, Ling Tian's Large Spear wrapped in the shadow of the Holy Dragon, his long lance clashed against the ten Ancestral Artifacts.

The huge sound seemed to split the sky, and the terrifying sound waves shook the earth. Wherever it passed by, mountains would be shattered into fine powder.

The mountains, valleys, and even Void seemed to be extremely weak at this moment. They were shattered into pieces by the impact of Ling Tian's Large Spear and densely packed together, formed a terrifying rift in the sky.

Rumble rumble rumble!

In an instant, the ten Ancestral Artifacts that were suppressed by the force were smashed down from the sky like ten mountains. They crashed into the ground and created layers of shockwaves.

Puff!

Then, his face turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth in unison and spat out a large number of Blood s, and as if they had been struck by a holy dragon at the same time, his body exploded forth like a cannonball, smashing deeply into the ground.

In the surrounding space, countless Devil Witch Army s screamed in fear. Escape light flashed crazily outside their bodies and could only wish that they had a pair of wings less so that they could escape in all directions.

This tide of dissipating destructive energy was too strong. With their cultivation, once they were sucked into it, they would be instantly and completely exterminated.

However, even though these Devil Witch Race were escaping very quickly, the destructive power was spreading even faster. who was closest to the battlefield had a terrified expression on their face, but before they could fully activate it, the energy undulations had already passed through their bodies.

Without a sound, the bodies of tens of thousands of Tianwu Kingdom s were torn into pieces. Not even their divine souls were able to escape, and they were completely annihilated.

The might of Ling Tian's Holy Dragon Seven Emblem, was this terrifying!

And that Human Race!?

The ten Ancestral Artifacts fell and the ten marquis were heavily injured. With such an attack, even that expert from Human Race would definitely be heavily injured by the rebound force.

The Tianwu Kingdom army looked at the center of the storm and thought.

However, before the storm dissipated, they saw a figure carrying a Large Spear rushing out of the storm.

Human Race Ling Tian seemed to be fine!

This...

The s were all shocked and terrified.

Even the ten great dukes could not do anything to Ling Tian?

"Leave the Tianwu Kingdom Lord to me. You guys settle the rest!"

Ling Tian, who had rushed out of the storm, shouted, picked up his Large Spear and rushed towards the Tianwu Kingdom's Master.

"Haha, rest assured!"

When the Ancestor Ling Xiao and the other experts heard this, they also charged towards the fallen Marquis of Ten Directions.

At this time, these dukes were already heavily injured, and even Long Xuan and the others could withstand it.

There was even less of a need to talk about the fact that the army of the three clans held an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

However, when he saw the three clan armies get into action and Ling Tian approach with his Weapon, the The magic master wu was naturally enraged.

First, Ling Tian had severely injured his foster son, and now, he wanted to attack him!

How could he tolerate this?

He was the supreme first Lord of the Demon Kingdom of the Devil Witch Race, his combat power overflowing, the pinnacle of the world!

"Ling Tian, you are courting death!"

The The magic master wu was furious, although he seemed to be unintentional, he threw out a punch without any warning. The gold robe on his body moved, although it did not reveal the body of a Demon Magus, this punch was still extremely terrifying!

Facing Ling Tian, he had the intent to kill!

The fist struck out, the Void crumbled, the ground crumbled, and a berserk Qi exploded out from the The magic master wu's hand.

Beneath the fist shadow that was several tens of thousands of meters large, it covered the sky and blotted out the sun.

The power of this attack, which far surpassed the power of the combat power at the peak of the Scattered Immortal, was naturally beyond the limit of what an ordinary Martial Cultivator could imagine.

The hearts of countless Devil Witch Race s jumped, then turned pale, thinking about how Human Race Ling Tian had slammed her leg against the experts of the ten great dukes, causing the aftershocks to kill off tens of thousands of Martial Cultivator s. Now that the The magic master wu was stronger, who would dare to step forward, and retreat in panic?

Ling Tian felt the incoming huge might, his calm expression did not reveal any sign of fear, instead, it became more steady and indifferent, the pitch-black eyes releasing dazzling divine light.

Even now, the The magic master wu still did not use the Weapon.

Then, he naturally disdained to use the Large Spear as well.

"Candle Dragon Tyrant Body!"

With a low roar, the dragon's roar rose up from Ling Tian's body again. His blood surged again, transforming into a tide of energy that flowed incessantly through his body!

Ling Tian's Candle Dragon Tyrant Body, at this time, had once again climbed to the peak.

In terms of cultivation, Ling Tian was completely incomparable to the The magic master wu.

But with the support of the God level and Candle Dragon Tyrant Body, Ling Tian's potential was limitless.

The fiery red Tassel s that filled the sky raged and surged crazily, they endlessly condensed and formed an energy tide that toppled mountains and overturned the seas. Their might was peerless as they moved up and down, rushing straight at Ling Tian, releasing an endless number of dragon breath s that erupted from within.

The might of Tassel was strong to the extreme, and on Ling Tian's Qilin arm, dragon shadows appeared one after another. Three, six, nine!

There were even more than nine dragon shadows that were still being formed!

Previously, Ling Tian had already comprehended the last level of Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms that the old beggar had given him.

This last stage, was the true might of the deity technique!

The current Ling Tian was like a divine dragon clan, separating the heaven and earth. Even though he was silent and soundless, just emitting a tiny bit of his aura was enough to completely intimidate and intimidate the entire space. The dragon image condensed from the tyrant body already surpassed ten kilometers, and its aura was even more terrifying than Yun Yang's Heavenly Demon Battle spirit.

At the same time, the number of dragons on Ling Tian's Qilin arm also explosively increased to sixteen. With the support of Ling Tian's Tassel, the might of the superimposed might explosively increased yet again.

Facing the The magic master wu's fierce punch, their auras clashed, and they were not at a disadvantage at all!

Suddenly, he raised his head to meet the fist that was smashing down. Seeing it emit its might, Ling Tian laughed coldly in his heart, without a shred of fear. On his Qilin arm, when the eighteen divine dragon shadows were formed, Ling Tian directly raised his hand, and the Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms, along with the might to destroy the heavens and earth, smashed down with a loud bang.

Today, no one could stop him!

Facing Ling Tian's Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms, the The magic master wu was slightly shocked, but soon after, he sneered continuously. This Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms was actually extremely powerful, but his fist technique was not bad either!

Furthermore, from what he saw, Ling Tian activating the combat power was already his limit. He did not believe that Ling Tian could use it several more times!

This point was something that The magic master wu was extremely confident in, so he wanted to see how long this Human Race could last. One punch or two punches, there would definitely not be more than three. At that time, he might be slightly injured, but Ling Tian would definitely fall to the point where he wouldn't be able to retaliate at all.

Although the sudden eruption of power from the Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms had shocked him, it had not frightened him.1

After throwing out a punch, not only did he not retreat when facing the eighteen dragon shadows, the aura he emitted even became more tyrannical, advancing forward without any resistance!

Countless Devil Witch Race s retreated over a thousand miles, their gazes firmly fixed on the arena, unwilling to miss even a single detail.

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