This white light contains almost 100% of the power of Lin Bei and Chaos Bell. Not to mention head-on resistance, even if it gets a little bit of it, even the strong saint will be wiped out.
However, Zhong Wen did not die.
He was still standing upright in the air, looking calm and collected, with no expression of pain on his face.
He is actually smiling!
The smile is easy, warm and comfortable.
It seems that what shines on me is not a shocking stunt, but a ray of sunshine in spring.
He looked down at his hands, then raised his head again, and smiled at Lin Bei.
His smile was warm and gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze, but in Lin Bei's eyes, it was so dazzling that it made him feel nauseated instinctively.
The next scene shocked Lin Bei even more.
I saw a faint bright white light suddenly shining in Zhong Wen's palms.
In this world, no one is more familiar with and understands this kind of white light than Lin Bei.
Soul power!
This young man in his twenties actually had this kind of supreme power that a saint could not master.
"I see, is this soul power?"
Zhong Wen turned and rubbed his hands enthusiastically. The white light in his palms flickered on and off, and the shape was unpredictable. He was enjoying it so much that he seemed to have completely forgotten Lin Bei's existence. "Interesting
, it’s really interesting!”
However, in just a few dozen breaths, his control over his soul power had significantly improved, and he could now control the strength and weakness of his soul, as well as the light and darkness. Lin Bei's face became increasingly ugly.
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
I am the master of the Chaos Clock!
In this world, only I can control soul power!
This guy doesn't deserve it!
A strong sense of resistance crazily surged into his heart. The disgust that had been accumulated due to the show of Tihua finally could no longer be suppressed and completely exploded, filling every meridian and every cell in Lin Bei's body.
middle.
"Go to hell!"
I saw the ferocious light in his eyes, his teeth clenching, and his whole body instantly released an unparalleled powerful soul power. His body turned into a flash of light, and he flashed in front of Zhong Wen in an instant, holding an unparalleled domineering force with his right fist.
The breath hit his chest hard.
Wherever the fist wind passes, the air current surges, the wind becomes strong, the waves surge into the sky, the rocks rise into the sky, and even the sky and the earth change color.
The power of this punch has far exceeded the scope of a saint.
But in the face of this earth-shattering punch, Zhong Wen seemed too lazy to dodge sideways, and just lightly stretched out a finger.
"Bo!"
An inaudible voice sounded, and then, in everyone's astonished eyes, Lin Bei's powerful punch was easily blocked by him with one finger, and he could no longer move forward even half an inch.
How can it be!
Lin Bei's old face was already turning purple, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. All the power he could mobilize in his body had been released long ago, but he could not break through Zhong Wen's careless finger, and the horror in his heart
The feeling can no longer be described in any words.
"drink!"
Realizing that the momentum of this punch had been exhausted, he was not willing to give in. He turned around, suddenly raised his left leg, and kicked Zhong Wen directly in front of the door with a kick like lightning.
The strength of the legs is often stronger than that of the arms.
Therefore, although this move did not use the force of sprinting, the power was no less powerful than the previous punch. It also caused the heaven and earth to shake, the mountains and rivers to tremble, and the strange phenomena in the heaven and earth caused by it were even greater.
But Zhong Wen still didn't turn around, didn't move his feet, and just moved his fingers leisurely and leisurely.
As soon as Lin Bei's left leg touched his finger, it was as if it had been tapped, and it was firmly fixed in place, unable to move any further.
how so?
how so?
The panic in the old devil's eyes could no longer be concealed, and his expression became more ferocious and violent. His fists and kicks hit Zhong Wen in turn like raindrops, and his moves were like a gangster fight, without any rules.
Perhaps he had over-activated his soul power, and white smoke was rising from his head, and the mist was steaming, which looked quite funny.
Faced with such a storm of attacks, Zhong Wen just moved his fingers deftly and blocked them all with ease, without even using his second finger.
One of them was leisurely and calm, the other was furious, which was completely different from the previous scene.
From the perspective of Lin Zhiyun and others below, this is no longer an evenly matched battle, but more like a teaching guide between a teacher and a junior.
"Damn little beast!"
The more Lin Bei was beaten, the more frightened he became. The more he beat, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but yelled, "Die, die, die for me!"
At the same time, an unprecedented sense of fear and powerlessness gradually emerged in my heart.
He knew that he had tried his best and gave everything he had, and there was no more powerful trick he could use.
But the other party was so at ease, so calm and composed, and obviously still retained his strength.
At the end of the road, he did not stop, but kept punching and kicking. He didn't know whether it was to use offense to dispel the panic in his heart, or to seek that slim chance of victory.
"The Chaos Clock is not used like this."
After more than ten moves like this, Zhong Wen suddenly sighed.
After saying that, under Lin Bei's incredible gaze, he slowly lowered his right arm and no longer used his fingers to resist the attack.
Chance!
Lin Bei's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know what Zhong Wen was planning, he still punched him with an earth-shattering punch without hesitation.
"boom!"
Without any obstacles, the punch naturally landed on Zhong Wen without any suspense, making a crisp sound.
However, after receiving Lin Bei's full blow from the front, Zhong Wen's face did not change at all, and his feet did not move a step. His whole person remained motionless, as if what hit him was not the fist of a peak powerhouse, but just a fist.
A wisp of breeze, a flower of cotton.
How can it be?
Lin Bei had a big mouth. Looking at Zhong Wen who had a calm face, his whole body fell into a sluggish state, and he couldn't even speak for a while.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
After a while, he finally came to his senses, but he still couldn't believe what he saw and heard, so he relentlessly punched Zhong Wen upwards, hitting Zhong Wen on the shoulders, chest and lower abdomen.
Each of Lin Bei's punches was mixed with unparalleled soul power and spiritual power, which made the waves roll and the sky change color. It could be said to destroy gold and jade, destroy the heaven and earth, but it hit Zhong Wen, but it didn't
It was like scratching an itch, but it didn't cause any harm to him. From a distance, it even gave him a faint feeling of "a little fist hitting your chest".
On the contrary, his fist gradually became red and swollen under the force of the shock, and he felt bursts of heartbreaking pain.
The sudden change in painting style left everyone below dumbfounded and feeling at a loss as to what to do.
"Senior Sister."
Lin Xiaodie turned around in confusion and asked, "Are they joking?"
"This kid didn't disappoint me after all."
Nangong Ling put his right arm on her shoulder and did not answer directly. Instead, he smiled lightly and said, "Finally, my death was not in vain."
She was blind and unable to see, but she seemed to be fully aware of everything around her, and she didn't look like a blind person at all.
"We shouldn't have to die, right?"
Coral tightly grasped Zi Yuan's slender arm and murmured softly.
"yes."
Feeling that her palms were still trembling slightly, Zi Yuan smiled and patted her shoulder, saying softly, "With him here, we can't die."
Am I being too harsh on him?
As long as you treat me sincerely, does it really matter whether there is another woman?
Staring at Zhong Wen's free and easy figure in the sky, Zi Yuan was in a trance for a while, and such an idea came to his mind inexplicably.
"Swift!"
While he was deep in thought, the scene in front of him suddenly flashed, and his appearance completely changed.
Ziyuan was startled and looked around hurriedly, only to find that somehow she and Coral were on a strange island. There was a lot of noise and people all around. Looking closely, they saw that most of them were from the Immortal City. Even
Saint masters such as Leng Wushuang and Gan Muyun are also prominently listed.
Not far away, Shangguan Junyi was standing in the air, her white skirt fluttering and her figure graceful, like a fairy.
Apparently it was her who used the power of space to transfer everyone here directly from the broken Immortal City.
"Shangguan..."
Just as Coral was about to tell Shangguan Junyi about the battle situation and persuade her not to do so, she suddenly lost sight of the other party in front of her eyes, giving her no chance to speak at all.
…
"You, what did you do?"
Lin Bei bent over, held his knees with both hands, stared at Zhong Wen fiercely, and asked breathlessly.
He fired more than twenty punches in a row, but not even a hair on Zhong Wen's body was knocked off. His hands were already swollen like sausages, and the severe pain finally made him calm down. His consciousness relied on his recklessness, and there was nothing he could do.
Zhong Wen was helpless at this moment, so he had to use words to delay time, buy himself a moment of breathing space, and at the same time think of new ways to win.
"I didn't do anything."
Zhong Wen grinned, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said word by word, "It's just a fluke that I got promoted."