Chapter 1219 The battle of fate! The final showdown!
The Confucian scholar had goosebumps all over his body and his heart was filled with powerlessness.
Since stepping into the land of immortals, he has only experienced this kind of frustration and this kind of life-and-death crisis in the hands of people in power!
"Leng Wuhen! You have been lost! You forcefully swallowed the power of the land gods, will you still be you!" The Confucian scholar forced himself to calm down and said in a low voice. He could see that Leng Wuhen's current state was abnormal.
"Of course it's me!" Leng Wuhen sneered and pulled out the last bit of strength from the scholar's body.
After doing all this,
Leng Wuhen pulled out the long sword from the scholar's heart, turned his head, and stared at the scholar coldly: "After I kill you and take out the power of the land gods in your body, I will have the final fateful showdown with my junior brother.
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"You have gone crazy! You have been contaminated by the evil spirit of the first dragon vein!"
The Confucian scholar said eagerly.
Boom! Leng Wuhen flew through the air, not taking Confucian scholar's words to heart at all. His punch was as fast as lightning, penetrating through Confucian scholar's defense, and knocked Confucian scholar away again, leaving a fist mark on his body.
"Gather the power of Haoran..."
Bang!
Before the Confucian scholar could finish speaking, Leng Wuhen had already appeared in front of the Confucian scholar and punched out several times in a row.
The Confucian scholar's pupils were dilated, and he had no strength to resist at all. He was like a sandbag being hammered by Leng Wuhen.
"Too weak! Now I finally feel how powerful the teacher was back then. So what about the land gods? It's nothing more than that! How powerful can it be to block my sword or my punch!"
Leng Wuhen laughed loudly and punched like a giant hammer, piercing the Confucian scholar's abdomen!
A huge blood hole appeared in the Confucian scholar's body.
The Confucian scholar fell in a pool of blood, losing the strength to even stand up.
Leng Wuhen stepped on the Confucian scholar's face, and a black vortex rose, forcibly extracting the power of the land gods from the Confucian scholar's body!
Huhhhhhh!
Countless turbulences roared around Leng Wuhen, and wisps of energy quickly intertwined to form a storm that no one could imagine.
That is to say, in this storm, Leng Wuhen's aura seemed to have undergone a qualitative change, soaring into the sky and becoming more terrifying. His temperament became even colder and chilling!
"Teacher, have you seen...I am invincible now!"
Leng Wuhen laughed wildly. After extracting the last bit of strength from the Confucian scholar, he looked in the direction of Ye Cheng and revealed a sinister smile: "Junior brother, it's time for us to come to an end!"
At this time, Leng Wuhen felt that every cell in his body was transforming, and he was getting stronger every moment!
Boom boom boom boom!
On the other side, the battle between Ye Cheng and the Living Widow has come to an end.
"The Ninety-nine Swords: The Tyrant's Wrath!"
Like a nine-clawed dragon roaring, the billowing sword energy seems to come from outside the sky, carrying the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, crushing down!
The defense that the Living Widow had built with all its strength was shattered like fragile glass!
With a snap, the living widow let out a shrill scream, her body was penetrated by the sword energy, her body lost weight, and she hit the ground heavily.
Sweeping blood!
The living widow struggled to stand up from the ground, looking miserable.
She knew she had failed.
"Ye Cheng, you win!" The living widow sighed. She spent her whole life to become a land fairy, but in the end, what did she get?
"Kill yourself." Ye Cheng said indifferently.
"Is this the last dignity and dignity you can give me? Well, we are strong men of the same era as those in power, and it's time to leave!" The living widow didn't know what she was thinking at the end, cracks appeared on her body, and then exploded
It opened and turned into ashes.
Another land god has fallen!
The air was filled with desolation and chill, and everyone felt like they were suddenly separated from the rest of the world.
"Junior brother! You have not let me down! Now in the entire Mount Tai, you and I are the only two people who are qualified to continue fighting for the first dragon vein! This is our fateful battle!"
Hoo ho ho!
As the space distorted, Leng Wuhen teleported over, his cold eyes locked on Ye Cheng, a chilling smile on his lips, and his voice was cold and indifferent.
Leng Wuhen!
Seeing Leng Wuhen, all the warriors present could not help but tremble, shrouded in a huge fear.
"Leng Wuhen...why has he become so terrifying! Is this aura still a land god? Why do I feel like I'm facing an invincible demon god!"
"How could this happen! Leng Wuhen is so powerful that it makes people desperate!"
"Even if it's Ye Shuai, I'm afraid he won't be Leng Wuhen's opponent!"
Ye Cheng turned around, looked into Leng Wuhen's eyes, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "You killed the scholars and the others?"
"Did you feel it? Yes, I killed the five land gods Guanxin Buddha, Wing Green and the scholar Confucian scholar, and I also refined their power of land gods. Junior brother, do you know how powerful I am now?
Strong!" Leng Wuhen said proudly, looking down at Ye Cheng. As for the others, he was completely ignored by Leng Wuhen.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened, their hearts pounded, and they were shocked beyond measure.
Leng Wuhen killed five land gods by himself?
What a joke!
"If what Leng Wuhen said is true, then now there are really only Ye Shuai and Leng Wuhen in the entire Taishan Mountain!"
"The eight land gods have all fallen, and the battle for the first dragon vein has reached its final moment!"
"How powerful Leng Wuhen is now!"
"Is it possible for Ye Shuai to defeat Leng Wuhen? This is a battle between the same sect and the final battle. Whoever wins will get the first dragon vein and become the real number one in the world!"
Everyone kept wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads, and they were all frightened.
"Don't call me junior brother. You have been expelled from the sect. As a master-killer, you are destined to die by my sword!"
Ye Cheng understands better than anyone how powerful Leng Wuhen is at this moment.
But this battle is unavoidable!
Ye Cheng raised his red flame sword, pointed at Leng Wuhen, and said coldly: "Today, I will avenge the teacher!"
"Junior brother, do you think you have this strength?"
Just say it,
Leng Wuhen flashed, his speed was beyond everyone's imagination, and he crashed into Ye Cheng.
Facing Leng Wuhen's blow, Ye Cheng felt his scalp numb and felt an extremely strong death crisis.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath, exerted his physical strength to the maximum, and walked towards Leng Wuhen.
Bang bang!
Like two moving volcanoes exploding due to collision, everything is being destroyed!
After a few breaths, Ye Cheng and Leng Wuhen's figures staggered apart.
Leng Wuhen still had a sneer on his lips and looked at Ye Cheng teasingly.
As for Ye Cheng, his clothes were torn to pieces, bright red blood was constantly spilling out, and half of his body was stained with blood!