Chapter 129 The Sword Wrapped into Silk

"He Sheng, you should withdraw now. After I kill this evil creature, I will not care about your mistake of protecting him."

Ling Hai said coldly: "But if you continue to be ungrateful, I will tell you now that your He family will be retaliated by my thunder afterwards."

"Although I, He Sheng, am not as famous as Dean Ling, I am not afraid of being scared."

He Sheng snorted.

If he withdraws now, it will be a joke.

Frightened away by Ling Hai's words, how can he be an elder of Dongzhou Martial Academy in the future.

"He Sheng, He Sheng, you have extraordinary potential. You are three years younger than me, but you are already a ninth-level martial king. After three years, you may become a martial master."

Ling Hai's tone was extremely cold, "It's just a pity that you made the most wrong decision.

If you are not a martial master, you will never know the horror of a martial master."

Boom!

As he spoke, countless mists had already surged out of his body.

The terrifying aura shook the rubble and dust around him, and they all rolled up and flew wildly.

He Sheng's face was extremely solemn. He did not dare to be negligent. He mobilized the spiritual power in his body to the extreme and defended with the strongest posture.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Ling Hai took a step forward.

When he was still, Ling Hai was almost like an ordinary person.

But this movement was like a giant dragon coming out of the abyss.

The air around his body suddenly became still at this moment, as if time and space were stagnant.

Then, in just a moment, Ling Hai crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of He Sheng.

If Ling Yun was as fast as the wind, then Ling Hai's movements were almost teleportation.

Without hesitation, Ling Hai punched He Sheng.

This punch was ordinary.

However, hundreds of ancient star phantoms appeared in the void.

This means that Ling Hai's casual punch was a million pounds of force.

He Sheng did not think about it.

The moment Ling Hai moved, he had already released his soul.

His soul was a black giant rhino.

Black armored rhino!

This is a soul that is naturally good at defense.

Almost at the moment when He Sheng's soul completely emerged, Ling Hai's fist hit the black-armored rhino.

It can be seen that if He Sheng was a little slower, he would not even have the opportunity to release his soul.

The next moment, the spiritual black armor on the black-armored rhino's body was broken.

The black-armored rhino and He Sheng could not withstand this huge force and flew backwards with a bang.

"The power of Wu Zong!"

Everyone who witnessed this scene inside and outside the Ling family was almost suffocated.

Things were really as Ling Hai said. If you are not a Wu Zong, it is difficult to imagine how powerful Wu Zong is.

He Sheng, a ninth-level Wu Wang, is already a strong man.

But facing Ling Hai, he was blown away with just a face-to-face encounter.

Boom!

He Sheng fell to the ground and smashed the floor in the center of the Ling family yard.

A large pit with a diameter of five meters appeared on the ground.

"Splitting Mountain Palm!"

He Sheng did not admit defeat because of this. He roared violently and launched a counterattack against Ling Hai.

Rolling spiritual power gushed out from the black-armored rhino.

Then, he and the black-armored rhino's iron palm seemed to merge into one, turning into a huge black palm, which blasted towards Lingshan with terrifying momentum.

This palm also stimulated He Sheng's potential, and boldly attracted the phantoms of hundreds of ancient stars.

He Sheng, the ninth-level martial king, also exerted a huge force of one million jin at this moment.

It can be seen that Ling Hai was not exaggerating when he said that He Sheng had extraordinary potential.

Generally speaking, a huge force of one million jin is the combat power of a martial master.

"He Sheng, you think it is a powerful attack, but you don't know that it is just a child's play in front of a martial master?"

Ling Hai was clearly on the ground, but he felt like he was standing on the top of a mountain.

Gurgling...

White mist suddenly emerged from his fingers.

Then Ling Hai pointed at He Sheng.

In an instant, the white mist condensed into a cloud sword as thick as a finger, and shot towards He Sheng with the force of lightning.

He Sheng's black giant palm was instantly pierced by the sword finger.

Then the sword finger shot towards He Sheng with its remaining power.

He Sheng dodged in a hurry, but was still a little slow, and a blood hole was shot on his shoulder.

"Ling Family Sword Finger!"

Someone outside exclaimed.

Ling Family Sword Finger, the famous spiritual martial arts of the Ling Family.

However, this spiritual martial arts requires extremely high comprehension, and even in the Ling Family, few people have mastered it.

But at this moment, Ling Hai performed it with ease.

"Fortunately, He Sheng is not bad either. He dodged in time and was not seriously injured."

Someone else said.

The man before sneered: "Do you really think the Ling Family Sword Finger is so simple?"

Before he finished speaking, He Sheng's side changed again.

After being shot by the sword finger, He Sheng had no time to make the next move, and the sword finger suddenly split into countless filaments.

Then, these filaments tightly wrapped around He Sheng.

"The sword is wrapped into a thread? What kind of method is this?"

The warriors of all the major forces were horrified.

"This is the mind controlling the spirit. After achieving the martial master level, the mind will undergo a transformation and can extend from the sea of consciousness to freely control the spiritual power."

A martial king said: "Therefore, the martial master-level mind is also called 'spiritual consciousness'."

"Yes, only spiritual consciousness can make the spiritual power so fine and subtle."

Another martial king echoed.

In the Ling family manor.

He Sheng was unwilling to be controlled by Ling Hai.

"Spirit explosion."

He shouted angrily, and the spiritual power in his body exploded.

This explosion instantly increased his spiritual power and forcibly broke the sword silk entanglement.

But after it was broken open, he was dripping with blood and had very little spiritual power left.

"He Sheng, have you seen it? No matter how talented you are, you are still like an ant in front of Wuzong."

Ling Hai was calm and calm, it seemed that in his eyes, He Sheng was not a powerful Martial King, but really just an ant.

He Sheng wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but vomit blood, his body staggered, and he half-knelt on the ground.

Ling Hai stopped looking at him.

His eyes fell on Ling Yun again.

"How dare you be so arrogant and even go to the Ling Mansion to act wild, just because you have the support of Yuga Sheng?"

Ling Hai said indifferently: "But now, your support has been crushed by me. I wonder if you can continue to be arrogant?"

"Ling Hai, you say I'm arrogant, but you don't know that it's not me who's really arrogant, but you."

Seeing Ling Hai being so strong, Ling Yun's eyes remained unmoved, "You have a Wuzong every time. It seems that the Wuzong is omnipotent, but in my eyes, it doesn't matter what the Wuzong is. I, Ling Yun, can step on me even if I want to."

As soon as these words came out, the warriors all around were stunned.

After seeing Ling Hai crushing He Sheng, the warriors looked at Ling Hai as if they were looking at gods.

Who would have thought that under such circumstances, Ling Yun would say such words to Ling Hai.

So what about Wu Zong, he can step on it just as he wants?

People really can't figure out where Ling Yun got the courage to utter such wild words.

"You really have the same virtue as Lingshan, you both like to seek death so much."

Ling Hai's eyes were extremely cold.

At this moment, he was determined to really crush Ling Yun to death.

The sharp white mist surged at his fingertips again.

Buzz!

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

Ling Hai pointed out.