Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

As his name suggests, Zhao Meng is tall and powerful.

With his strong body, he is almost invincible in the same level.

Like Fang Lin, he likes to use the ultimate method to temper his physical body. Now the ninth level of the spiritual body has nearly 20,000 kilograms of power, which is terrifying.

Bang!

A punch fell, shattering Fang Lin's sword light. Zhao Meng fell like a meteorite, hitting Fang Lin hard in front of him, cutting off his way.

Fang Lin was so nervous that Zhao Meng became even more convinced of his own ideas.

As long as Leng Ruhan is dealt with, Fang Lin's secret treasure will be at his fingertips.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bei Ji immediately led Nangong Han and others to stand in front of Leng Ruhan.

In an instant, the Xianwu Academy and others, under the leadership of Bei Ji, fought against many geniuses from the eight major sects.

However, there is a big gap between the two in terms of numbers and strength.

The fight lasted no more than ten rounds, so Beiji and the others had no choice but to retreat while fighting.

Fortunately, they saved Leng Ruhan and did not let her fall into the hands of the eight major sects.

However, after being severely injured by Zhao Meng, Leng Ruhan's face was pale, his breath was weak, and the blood in his body was declining rapidly. The situation was extremely unoptimistic.

While Fang Lin was paying attention to Leng Ruhan, Zhao Meng did not stop.

His fists, like sledgehammers, hit Fang Lin. The terrifying force caused an extremely exaggerated whirring sound to echo around him.

For a moment, Fang Lin was forced to flee in all directions, making it difficult to withstand its power.

Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, Zhao Meng glared angrily and kicked his hand. The fairy spirit in his hand surged like a snake, turning into a pair of blue gloves and wrapping them around his fist.

If you look closely, you can still see flashes of thunder and lightning on the gloves.

"Thunder Fist!"

As soon as the gloves came out, someone screamed.

This Thunder Fist is the specialty of the Chaotian Sect, and it is a heaven-level intermediate skill.

When used, the destructive power of five thunders is extremely powerful.

In addition, Zhao Meng is already physically strong, which is very suitable for Thunderbolt Fist.

, can release the most terrifying power of Thunder Fist.

Over time, this Thunder Fist became Zhao Meng's most deadly weapon.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning flashed, and thunder and lightning fell on Zhao Meng one after another, lingering all over his body, like five dragons joining him.

From a distance, he looked like a god descending from the sky, gazing at the world.

Click!

He clenched his fists, the power of the thunder fist was rolling, and the rumbling sound was deafening.

Not to mention, when lightning strikes, Zhao Meng's physical strength can reach at least 40,000 kilograms.

Among cultivators of the same level, Zhao Meng can beat him into a pulp with just one punch.

Unfortunately, this time, Zhao Meng miscalculated.

Fang Lin looked at the thunder and lightning flashing with turbulent power. Instead of being afraid, he smiled excitedly.

He put away the Qingshuang sword and twisted his body.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Clear sounds came one after another, and Fang Lin's body slowly expanded, and finally it broke through the clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong body.

As strong as a gorilla, as fierce as a tiger!

Looking at Fang Lin's rapidly bulging muscles and clear lines, Zhao Meng's eyes flashed with disbelief.

This guy looks like a frail scholar, but his explosive power is terrifying.

So sloppy!

However, there is no retreat now!

Five thunders were added to his body, and he had nearly a hundred thousand power and the squeeze of the fairy spirit, so he had to release this power.

Otherwise, even if Zhao Meng's physical strength is strong, he will explode and die.

What's more, Zhao Meng is confident enough in his own strength.

With the Thunderbolt Fist, he defeated many of the eight major sects.

Couldn't a strong man be able to defeat a second-tier cultivator from the Immortal Martial Academy?

"drink!"

With this in mind, Zhao Meng punched down.

In an instant, thunder and lightning broke out.

His fist turned into a thunder dragon as thick as a bucket, opened its bloody mouth, exuded violent power, and devoured Fang Lin.

In less than a blink of an eye, he was in front of Fang Lin. .??.

Fang Lin didn't panic, raised his palms high and roared angrily.

"Fuxian Fist Gloves!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of startling dragons resounded in all directions, and a ray of orange lightning fell from the sky, covering Fang Lin's fist.

This aura is familiar to everyone!

It was the orange light that killed many cultivators in the Admiralty Cave!

However, it is different from before.

This orange light seemed to have lost its violence, and became a little more well-behaved in front of Fang Lin!

Sure enough, Fang Lin got the secret treasure!

In an instant, such an idea came into the minds of all the cultivators.

The next moment, the light shone brightly, and the dazzling light made it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

At the same time, they were bathed in a terrifying power, and the sense of oppression that exceeded their strength made it difficult for them to resist.

For a while, everyone was thinking again.

What kind of treasure did Fang Lin get that could achieve such power? Could it be a spiritual weapon that surpassed the heaven level?

After a long time, the light faded and everyone slowly opened their eyes.

"Wow!"

When they saw the scene in front of them, they all opened their mouths and were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

It's not an exaggeration, it's true.

Because at this time, Fang Lin had undergone earth-shaking changes.

His black hair turned orange and was flying freely without any wind. His torn shirt exposed his strong chest, which was full of excitement.

Full of masculine beauty.

Even his pair of deep eyes turned deep orange.

Looking from a distance, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, making people afraid to look directly.

What is even more eye-catching is the Fuxian glove on his right hand.

Compared with the original, now there is an orange crystal, but the appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes.

On it, the orange spar shone with light, and the complex patterns were filled with the brilliance of the spar. At the same time, there were streaks of orange light wandering on Fang Lin's arms, providing Fang Lin with terrifying power.

Amid everyone's admiration, Fang Lin slowly opened Fuxian's arm and held the thunder dragon between his palms.

Give it a gentle squeeze.

puff!

Like the sound of a balloon bursting, it sounded in Fang Lin's big hand, and the power of the Thunderbolt Fist turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly drifted away!

"What?"

When Zhao Meng saw this scene, his eyes were as big as bells and his jaw dropped to the ground.

His Thunder Fist is a powerful weapon.

Even if he fights at a higher level, he still has a good chance of winning, but in front of Fang Lin, he is as fragile as paper?

The people from the other eight major sects took a deep breath when they saw this scene.

Fang Lin's previous strength was amazing enough, but it was not terrifying to them.

However, after getting the treasure, Fang Lin's strength seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

In front of Fang Lin, they seemed to have turned into ants. As long as Fang Lin moved his fingers, he could wipe them out from heaven and earth.

Such an enemy is too terrifying.

For a moment, some cultivators had the intention of retreating and silently retreated to the rear.

Although treasures are good, they must have a life before they can be used.

If you lose your life, even if you are buried with a divine weapon, it is still nothing more than a handful of bones in the world of mortals.

However, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward...