The Hungarian prophet was furious. His face was stiff, but he could not express many expressions, but the aura of rage swept across all directions.
"Kill me, the genius of the Hun tribe. Today, none of your tribes will even think of leaving the Golden Valley! With just this hatred, you will ruin all the tribes!"
The Hungarian prophet screamed viciously, obviously extremely angry.
The rolling pressure suddenly erupted, causing all the warriors in the human army to tremble, as if the pressure would explode in the next moment!
In front of such powerful men, they are like ants. Just their breath is enough to kill them!
"How have we, the human race, ever been afraid?"
"Three thousand years ago, my human race was able to defeat your Huns, and we can still do it today!"
"In front of me, Ling Tian, damn, you are the only one..."
After the voice fell, Ling Tian slowly raised his eyes. The powerful true energy that he had suppressed since the beginning finally no longer cared about it and exploded in an instant!
roar!
The seven-colored divine light shines in the sky, like a glass sun.
On Ling Tian's body, a phantom of a dragon and a phoenix appeared.
It has phoenix wings on its back and a dragon tail behind it.
Waves of dragon roars and a terrifying aura rushed into the sky, shattering all the sky clouds above the Golden River Valley!
Even the breath suppressed by the prophet was directly and ruthlessly shattered. ^Look} Positive % version ◎ Chapter: {Section\-Part 1~ cool r craftsman qf net 0
Ling Tian's majestic, thick, domineering and violent true energy aura covered his body, making him look like a giant dragon rolling over the river.
Ling Tian's achievement of the glazed battle body caused a monstrous momentum, and he did not hide it at all.
At this moment, Ling Tianhao Wu reserved it, and activated all the Taichu Sutra and the Dragon and Phoenix Supreme Art to create such a terrifying momentum.
Let this astonishing energy roll away and sweep in all directions.
In an instant, this breath was on the Golden River Valley, causing an uproar. The faces of the Huns changed drastically again. There was a look of fear in their eyes. This violent breath was so terrifying that it actually looked like it could compete with their prophet.
Got it!
No wonder this human race despised Tuoba Yeluo so much before.
Now it seems that Tuoba Yeluo is a joke.
It is no different from seeking death!
"Now, you damn thing, do you have anything else to say?!"
Ling Tian pointed at the Hungarian prophet and sneered.
"Damn it, do you think you can do whatever you want with these trump cards?"
"You don't know how powerful I am!"
"Die!"
Being insulted by Ling Tian again, the Hungarian prophet's eyes were ferocious, and his anger made him unbearable. As soon as he flashed his body, his fierce fists struck Ling Tian like an overwhelming force.
He only has one thought now.
Just use absolute combat power to kill Ling Tian!
Tear into pieces ruthlessly!
Ling Tian, on the other hand, was not afraid at all. He took a step forward, and the light of glazed glass suddenly appeared on his body. The sacred dragon power surged in his body. His five fingers condensed into a fist. In an instant, powerful and abundant true energy poured into it, and the fist glowed with rays of light.
, a punch carrying the dragon shadow to greet him!
Bang!
The fists collided, and waves of frighteningly powerful aftermath surged out. Many sky-supporting ancient trees within a hundred miles radius were instantly crushed into powder.
The Hungarian and human armies were all overwhelmed by the impact, and their horses were turned upside down, with blood spurting out wildly.
Just the aftermath left many soldiers unable to bear it.
Evenly matched?
Not enough, what shocked everyone after the retreat was that in the center of the bombardment, the seven-color glazed glow was still there, with the figure hanging high, without any appearance of injury!
Then Hui Lingtian actually fought on a par with the Huns prophet.
But what shocked them even more was what was happening behind them. The true energy in Lingtian's fist was actually flowing in continuously. When the rays of light surged, the residual power actually completely tore the prophet's fist into pieces, causing him to retreat thousands of feet.
, just stood firm.
"impossible!"
Although this blow did not really cause damage, the Hungarian prophet was shocked and shocked. Such surprise cannot be described in words. In the punch just now, the battle he performed relied on the power of Qiongqi.
, was actually suppressed!
It's like the pressure on his bloodline has reduced the power of his martial arts. It's really uncomfortable!
"Haha, the glazed battle body and the Dragon and Phoenix Supreme Art are indeed powerful..."
Compared with his opponent, Ling Tian was extremely excited and his blood was boiling. With one punch, it seemed that all the suppressed things he had suppressed in the world were released and he felt extremely comfortable.
He has now achieved a glazed battle body, and after being completely reborn, he has merged the city's true essence with the Supreme Art to have such powerful power. You must know that he did not use the sixth level of the Qijue Fist this time.
"You are the one I want to kill, Hungarian prophet, don't let me down."
White hair is flying, black armor is spread, and amidst the howling wind, Ling Tian's fighting spirit is overwhelming.
"prophet!!"
At this moment, in the Golden River Valley, both the Huns and the ordinary Huns no longer had the same pride and disdain for the human race as before. Instead, they had looks of horror. Now, they are truly
I feel that they may, really die...
Die in this Hunnic holy land...
The Hungarian prophet's face was gloomy at this time, looking particularly ugly. He stared at Ling Tian coldly. Fighting energy surged in his body, and an astonishing aura suddenly spread out, shaking the world.
Although he was knocked back by Ling Tian, he was still unscathed.
As a puppet, his physical body is enough to withstand such a terrifying impact.
"You really pissed me off."
"When I dominated this continent three thousand years ago, not even your ancestors dared to look me in the eye."
Behind the Hungarian prophet, the shadow of Qiongqi rose up. It was evident that he pushed the battle to the extreme, and his momentum surged again.
The faces of the human warriors who were watching the battle from a distance changed slightly.
Everyone knows that this Hungarian prophet is going to take action.
It's really not simple. Ling Tian is just a junior, but he actually forced the Hungarian prophet to such a desperate situation. Just as the prophet said, he was already all-powerful three thousand years ago.
Moreover, with both being at the eighth level of combat power, there is still a slight gap between the two. Although it may not seem like much, in terms of combat power, it is widened.
Just like Ling Tian and Tuoba Yeluo, they were both eighth-level fighting kings, but the latter was killed with just a wave of his hand.
And after the Hungarian prophet was furious, he was blessed with a decisive battle, just like the awakening of an ancient beast, with a terrifying aura that shocked all directions.
The Hungarian prophet's face was ashen, and the dry skin on his face wrinkled into a ferocious expression. He said in a cold voice: "I will let you know how terrifying I am. You and I are too far apart!"
boom!
As soon as the words fell, golden flowers surged all over his body, and he withdrew a huge sword from his back. The sharp pressure, supported by the violent Qiongqi behind him, seemed to be endless.
Ling Tian's expression was calm. This Hungarian prophet was actually quite arrogant.
At the very least, this was the will of the previous Dou Huang, who had a much deeper foundation in martial arts and combat skills than he did.