704: C704 Who Was the Dragon(part Ii)

C704 Who Was the Dragon(part Ii)

Article 704. Who is the real dragon?2

In the distance, a cold smile appeared on Bu Ting's face.

"Elaeagnus angustifolia!"

In Bu Ting's eyes, the two were not on the same level of existence. How could they be so foolish as to fight with his finger mountain with his bare hands?

However, in the next moment, the sneer on Bu Ting's face froze. The finger mountain cracked and exploded, and then it became faster and faster. Under the scorching gazes of many people, the finger mountain that was condensed from the vigorous elemental energy shattered into crumbss with a loud bang.

Bu Ting's expression suddenly became extremely ugly. A couple of substance-like lights shot out from his eyes. They were filled with disbelief.

"How. . . How is this possible?"

Bu Ting didn't believe it at all. He wanted to activate the elemental energy.

"Nothing is impossible. " Qin Sheng shook his head and said indifferently: "You are weaker than I thought!"

Whether it was Ling Dongfeng or Ling Kun, both of them were slightly stronger than Bu Ting.

Qin Sheng's body had already cultivated the talisman skin, reaching the Reaching Heaven State. The body cultivation was extremely difficult to cultivate. Under the unification of the Great Realm, as long as it was not suppressed, it was an invincible existence.

Unless he met the Noble direct son among the direct sons and had many heaven defying card bottoms, he would barely be able to fight Qin Sheng.

It was obvious that this Bu Ting came from a powerful subsidiary country, Young Prince's Follower. His own strength was even greater. He was slightly weaker than Ling Kun.

"Sizzle sizzle ~"

Purple lightning flashed. The Python Purple Lightning Formula had already been cultivated to the Minor Success Stage. After Qin Sheng's soul had reached the Heavenly Soul Realm, the Sacred Martial Arts cultivator became even more relaxed.

The Python Purple Lightning Formula wasn't far from the Large Success Stage.

The purple lightning spread its wings. It was as fast as lightning, and it was like an eagle soaring into the sky. It streaked across the sky, and appeared in front of Bu Ting, who was still in shock, disbelief, and many other complicated faces.

"Pah!!"

Qin Sheng suddenly threw a punch. He did not use the Kun Peng Fist, nor did he release any fist intent. He only used the strength of his physical body to send out this punch.

The fist seal lit up, as if a dazzling silver sun had risen. It illuminated the entire pitch-black sky, and even the blood red moon in the sky was covered up.

Qin Sheng's fist had condensed his physical strength to the extreme. It was so sharp that many students watching from afar couldn't help but exclaim. Even in a mountain far away, there was no lack of nobles from other powerful subsidiary countries, direct son, who was looking at him.

Bu Ting felt like he had been splashed with a bucket of cold water from the bone-piercing. He felt an extremely cold chill from all over his body, and he finally woke up.

After waking up from his shock and confusion, he truly deserved to be called one of the three strongest vassal states of the Great Yan Dynasty. The genius of the State of the Moon also had an extremely fast reaction speed!

He raised both of his hands, wanting to block it, but it was too late. Qin Sheng's punch was too fast. Although his fist didn't release any Elemental energy fluctuations, it was as fast as purple lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was his face.

"I can't block it anymore!" Bu Ting was furious, and he was roaring in his heart.

He could even imagine that this insignificant person in front of him would treat the Toad as a War Pet, and the Cultivation Level was only at the Reaching Soul State. He came from an unknown small country, and the Ants was just a small fry that would send him flying with a single punch.

He admitted that he had been careless, and he regretted it in his heart. However, even if he tortured Qin Sheng in the future, Bu Ting's face was destined to be slapped!

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