C16 Death by Random Fist

This gaze didn't have any fluctuations. Perhaps it was just a casual flicker of light from the other party.

However, from here to now, Ling Tian felt a cold and detached attitude, looking down from above. It was filled with terrifying power, and it easily locked onto him. Under this gaze, Ling Tian felt an unprecedented pressure, as cold sweat instantly flowed down his face.

Such a strong aura!

Ling Tian was instantly suppressed by the other party's imposing aura. Above the Dantian Qi Sea, the countless of scattered sword shadow s trembled intensely, and the Sword Intent immediately broke through the pressure.

It was a man dressed in a long white gown with silver stripes. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of all the inner disciples with a white jade sword on his knees.

The man's face was like jade, his eyes were like stars, and his temperament was extraordinary. Under the shine of the sunlight, he seemed to be releasing a faint spirit light, which was extremely unusual.

And following that, the man cast aside his gaze. A single action from him caused a merciless coldness to fly out of Ling Tian's eyes.

The man stretched out his hand to indicate to Liu Yiyi, who hesitated for a moment, and in the end, sat down on a seat beside the man.

At this moment, the jar in Ling Tian's heart was overturned!

"Ninety-eight Arena, last match, Ling Tian against Xin Menghu!"

Without waiting for Ling Tian to think, the competition was about to begin.

Xin Menghu laughed out loud, he suddenly shook his leg, and the stone ground cracked as he flew up the Arena s.

It landed on the ground like a fierce tiger with an imposing manner.

"Ling Tian, you can stop here for today!"

The Outer sect disciples below the stage, upon seeing that it was Xin Menghu, were also shocked, and many of the disciples that were watching the competition from the other Arena s gathered around, and started to discuss among themselves.

"There's going to be a good show to watch. Three months ago, Xin Menghu defeated the tenth place Senior Brother Zhang in the Wind Cloud List.

"I heard that Xin Menghu's Green Crag Fist has been practiced to near perfection, shattering giant stone with his fists!"

Weng However, most of them were on Xin Menghu's side.

On the stage, when Xin Menghu saw Ling Tian not speaking for a long time, he thought that he was shocked by his aura and said with a low voice while laughing sinisterly, "Let me be honest with you, the arrangements for this Large Competition were all orchestrated by Wang Ning, and that is to kill you! you and your family members will have to atone for your contempt towards the Xin Family. Enjoy the pain that comes after, I will break your lowly bones one by one … "

Wang Ning also revealed a vicious expression, "Xin Menghu, kill him for me, I want his dog life!"

"With just you?"

"Anyone who touches my family will die!"

If a dragon touched a reverse scale, it would be infuriated.

And his family was the reverse scale of Ling Tian.

As soon as Ling Tian finished speaking, he suddenly sped up and rushed towards Xin Menghu.

"You're courting death!"

Xin Menghu bellowed, his eyes bloodshot, his hands shook, and a vortex condensed on his hands.

The most terrifying thing was that Xin Menghu's fists were both green in color, with edges as sharp as rocks, looking like a pair of fists carved from rocks!

"What a powerful middle grade Green Crag Fist, it is already infinitely close to mastery!"

"Condensing Fist Qi into Stones, Xin Menghu's realm, has actually reached the level where he can manifest the energy of the eighth layer of his body!"

Below the stage, there were even many elders from the Outer sect who came to watch the competition, and were extremely shocked by Xin Menghu's cultivation. One must know that three months ago, the Wind Cloud List was already at the eighth stage of the Primordial Profound Ark, ranked amongst the top five!

When Lin Shan heard it, he was also a little worried. Looking at the stage, his eyes flashed with worry.

"Uncle Lin, will my Elder Brother be alright?" Ling Qiuer asked worriedly.

"No, you must believe that your Elder Brother is very strong …" Lin Shan consoled.

Wang Ning appeared from the crowd in a flash, looked at Qin Yuee and Ling Qiuer, and said sinisterly: "Strong? Wait until she is beaten to death by Xin Menghu on the stage.

The eighth layer was like a watershed, the difference between the seventh and the eighth layer was not small. Being suppressed was inevitable.

The two people on the stage had already clashed. What was truly unexpected was that even when facing against the extremely powerful Green Rock Fist, Ling Tian still did not use his sword, and only threw out an ordinary punch.

The disciples below the stage all shook their heads and turned their heads, not wanting to see the miserable state that Ling Tian was going to be in.

Lin Shan and the rest were extremely nervous as they stared at the battle.

Wang Ning laughed, he had gotten his revenge, his face contorted like a madman.

Boom! *

But just at that moment, the two fists on the stage clashed, and released an explosive sound, following that, Xin Menghu screamed miserably, and his entire person flew out.

His two fists of Green Rock Shadow were already gone, his palms had shattered, breaking into pieces in a terrifying state.

Xin Menghu had not landed on the ground yet, but the aura around Ling Tian's body started to fluctuate, as he rushed forward like the wind, throwing out five punches in a row, which landed on Xin Menghu's chest.

Bang! Xin Menghu fell to the ground.

"What?!" This, this is impossible! " Wang Ning was dumbstruck, his expression wooden and in complete disbelief.

The Outer sect disciples encircled him, but they realized that Xin Menghu was no longer breathing.

"Xin Menghu is dead!"

"An expert at the 8th Body Refinement Layer was killed by Ling Tian with just a random punch!"

Xin Menghu's chest had even caved in, his five viscera and six organs crisply cracked into pieces. His eyes were wide open in anger. Even until the moment of his death, his eyes were filled with shock.

"Hiss!"

For a moment, the sounds of breathing came from the surrounding area of the Arena.

Everyone cast their gazes towards the figure standing on the stage, whose aura soared like a sword.

"Senior brother Ling's fist art is actually …" "So strong?"

"Ling Tian's strength is released outwards, so it's already at the peak of the eighth stage, it's not impossible for him to destroy Xin Menghu with a single punch!"

An expert immediately said.

"Eighth level of the Body Refinement Realm!" "It's still at its peak …"

All the disciples were even more shocked, thinking about what kind of monster Ling Tian was, and from the looks of it, his goal was no longer the Wind Cloud List, but the first place!

"Senior-apprentice Brother, can you determine the result?" On stage, Ling Tian said indifferently.

The moment Ling Tian said that, he cleared his throat and announced loudly: "The Sect Tournament, regardless of life or death, Ling Tian has defeated Xin Menghu and entered the Wind Cloud List!"

Ling Tian had finally succeeded on the first step!

Twenty-four consecutive victories!

Even someone as powerful as Xin Menghu was unable to withstand Ling Tian's second move, much less the sword pull.

On a high platform in the distance, Xin Ziang, who was talking and laughing with a group of inner sect disciples, suddenly had a serious face. She looked down like an ant at Martial Arts Practice Field's Arena and asked: "Who killed my servants?"

"Senior Brother Xin, I heard that this kid is called Ling Tian and has already achieved twenty-four consecutive victories in the Large Competition. He's very strong …" Behind him, an inner court disciple leaned over and whispered.

"Strong?" Xin Ziang retracted his gaze, rubbed his fingers, and said indifferently: "But I'm also going to die …"

It was as if he was trying to determine the life or death of a cat or dog.

"Senior brother Xin, this competition of life and death doesn't matter, there's no need to make you hate yourself, right?" By Xin Ziang's side, Liu Yiyi suddenly said.

Xin Ziang's handsome face flashed with suspicion as he looked at Liu Yiyi. "You … Is she pleading for mercy on his behalf? "

However, before Liu Yiyi could reply, Xin Ziang had already retracted his gaze and closed his eyes, "He does not have the qualifications to be remembered, but I do not want to see him …"