Qin Ming rushed into the sky and smashed Gongzi Ling's heavy blood-colored hammer with one kick, bursting blood light from the sky. The powerful explosive power shook Gongzi Ling away without any suspense, but Gongzi Ling's blood patterns squirmed all over his body, eliminating his strength and protecting his body, and still unscathed. He forced his body to reverse and control the momentum of defeat.

‘The 100,000 extreme realms are ineffective, let’s try the power of the green thunder.’ Qin Ming chased like lightning, and thunder tide exploded all over his body, gathering his right arm. With his fierce force, a thick thunder snake formed proudly, wrapping all over his body, and the fierce power spread. Qin Ming punched it out, the thunder snake roared, its tongue fused, and its fist 'bited' at Gongzi Ling. The snake's head was red and bright, but it was a green light, hundreds of green thunder were entangled, and a terrifying thunder power spread.

Gongziling flipped his body as usual, slamming his fist, and the blood patterns gathered in his fist, wrapped layer by layer, expanding several times. Humph, how can you stand with me?

The raser collided with the blood fist, and a strong light burst out, and the blood and lightning intertwined, sweeping hundreds of meters in an instant, making many people unable to open their eyes.

Click!

The thunderstorm hit the blood fist, shattering the blood fist, and even shattering Gongziling's fist. The seemingly invincible blood pattern finally collapsed in front of Qinglei, while Gongziling was unprepared and flew out screaming.

The audience was still cheering, everyone was still amazed, and the Ziyan tribe was still thinking about solutions anxiously.

Gongzi Ling was blown away as before. Because of his strong blood, no one noticed his shattered fist, and because of the thunder, no one noticed his weird scream.

Qin Ming ran wildly, swelling in the air, and swept his right leg across and thrust towards Gongziling.

Gongzi Ling was about to take off, but Qin Ming kicked him on his shoulder. The explosive force of the 100,000 extreme realm hit him hard on the ground. At the same time, lightning and lightning were bursting all over Qin Ming's body, hundreds or thousands of thunder whips were suddenly shot out, dancing in the sky, tearing and rushing, and there were some green thunder mixed in each lightning.

Young Master Ling Yangtian roared angrily, blood qi bloomed all over his body, and blood patterns were reinforced layer by layer. However, facing the overwhelming lightning, his roar was submerged, and his body was ruthlessly knocked away. A large number of green thunder and blood patterns collided, either annihilated each other, or... the green thunder collapsed the blood patterns, tore the flesh and blood, and the bloody red water.

Qin Ming fell from the sky and suddenly burst out again as soon as he landed on the ground: "The clouds are deep and the fog is deep, and the waves are terrifying!"

The sword suddenly burst into pieces, and the strong light soared into the sky, like a nine-level huge romantic scroll, blending into the thunder and lightning, with a huge momentum and a roaring space.

The nine-level tide crashed away the blood mist and slashed on Gongzi Ling's body. His blood-patterned armor was shattered by the blue thunder. Thousands of sword lights suddenly descended, passing through the blood-patterned and tore open the spiritual shield.

The change in the flames of the calcium carbide fire made Gongzi Ling fly out, but this time he didn't stabilize. After landing, he churned repeatedly, leaving bloody water on the ground.

It was not until this moment that the surroundings of the stands gradually became quiet. People finally realized something was wrong. The blood around Gongziling was transformed by spiritual power. Even if it hits the ground, there will be no blood. What's going on with the blood on the ground?

The lightning gradually dissipated and the sword energy drifted away. Qin Ming stood in the arena with the Dayan ancient sword. A hundred meters away, Gongzi Ling was struggling to stand up, with her hair disheveled, and her face still had a strange and stiff smile, but she was no longer so calm, and her body was standing unnaturally. Blood dripped down her clothes and fell to the ground. A low roar rolled in his throat, and I don’t know if it was pain or anger.

"Lu Yao injured Gongzi Ling?"

"What just happened?"

"Whoever sees it clearly, tell me!"

The most surprising thing is the Moon-Watering tribe. They know the strength of Gongzi Ling best. They can even withstand the 100,000 extreme realms. What else can they not stop? What methods did Lu Yao use?

The elders of the sea clan all frowned slightly. They had just noticed an unusual thunder power. It should be that something was wrong at that time.

"You are not invincible, do you have any other abilities? If not, I will end the battle." Although Qin Ming released large martial arts one after another, the consumption was very high, the Qihai Sea doubled in the Burning Heaven Pavilion, and it has only consumed one-third of it now.

"I'm so arrogant." Gongzi Ling let out a low and dry roar, and his eyes emitted a strange blood light. The demon flowers on his eyebrows were divided into three, filling the position of his forehead. The number of blood patterns on his body increased by three times, intertwined into thick blood-colored armor, wrapped in various positions.

His body was filled with blood and his fighting spirit was high. With an angry roar, he disappeared in an instant. He left behind a trace of afterimages and rushed towards Qin Ming at a faster speed.

Qin Ming took a few quick steps and suddenly accelerated. The lightning and lightning in his body were released violently, filling hundreds of meters in an instant. Then, the next moment suddenly gathered and turned into a violent thunder bear, more than ten meters tall, majestic and huge. The lightning is bones and flesh. The momentum is amazing, which caused the audience to exclaim. It was too real, like a living thunder bear spirit demon descending to the arena. The domineering momentum, fierceness and mania made many people shocked.

The thunder bear roared at the sky, and the sound moved the world, and came out of the arena, echoing the mountains and forests. As Qin Ming soared into the sky, the huge thunder bear man stood up, with amazing momentum. He raised his thunder claws high and patted the rushing Gongzi Ling.

Gongzi Ling arrived strongly, and his blood qi rushed forward, like an angry tide rising from the sky, hitting the Thunder Bear fiercely. He smiled fiercely, holding a blood-colored spear in his hand, trying to penetrate the Thunder Tide and assassinate Qin Ming. At this moment, the blood of the ancient saints in his body seemed to be resurrected, killing the sky and moving forward. From a distance, the blood qi around him was like a huge blooming demon flower, with evil intentions and amazing protection invisibly.

"Youngzi Ling, end the battle!" Ji Zhuoyan stood up and shouted.

Tong Yan and Tongxin and others clenched their fists, stared nervously, and even forgot to breathe.

"Look at the claws of the Thunder Bear." Many people's eyes focused on the claws of the Thunder Bear. Unlike the strong light and lightning all over the body, there was a piece of blue lightning, which looked calmer and clearer, but gave people an extremely unusual feeling. A strong sense of oppression and danger could be felt from a distance.

"Roar!" Gongzi Ling let out a dull and angry roar, soaring into the sky. The thick blood spear hit the sky with a shock, like a giant dragon raising its head, with a huge momentum.

"Thunder Bear Critical Strike." Qin Ming blew his fist and attacked. The standing thunder bear suddenly fell. The huge thunder claws suddenly descended like a crossing space, knocking away the blood tide and slapped at Gongzi Ling. The bang sounded, and the huge blood-colored demon flower split into pieces, like a volcano erupting, rolling in the sky angrily. The thunder claws were like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top, piercing the blood and slapped on Gongzi Ling.

No! Gongzi Ling's heart shrank violently, and the sound of a snap sounded crisply. He flew out, the blood spear was broken, and the blood-patterned armor cracked.

"Wow!" The audience exclaimed, and many people stood up directly.

Gongzi Ling was dizzy and covered in blood after being photographed. After flying for hundreds of meters, he churned one after another. At that moment, he even thought he was about to break. The blood pattern that he was proud of, and the guardian that never disappointed him suddenly collapsed and was vulnerable. He felt horror for the first time since he fused the blood of the ancient saint.

"No, I can't lose, I can still..." The young men recovered slightly, and after the last rebound, they stood up suddenly.

However!

Qin Ming had already appeared in front of him, his eyes swept and stared at his throat. The blood patterns all over his body were 'healing', but the blood patterns there were a little slower: "The Tianshan Mountain does not move, a sword mark!"
Chapter completed!