1497: C1497 The Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms to Show off Power

C1497 The Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms to Show off Power

"This Ling Tian, did he win in that match just now?"

"Eh, that seems to be the case, but isn't this a bit too demonic?! The four disciples of Sword Pavilion attacked at the same time, isn't that a match for Ling Tian?"

"Aiyo, looks like the Artifact Pavilion is showing signs of rising to prominence."

"Could it be that even the Sword Pavilion is unable to escape the fate of being trampled on by Ling Tian?"

The surrounding disciples started to clamor, causing Yu Sen's face to turn red like a monkey's butt.

"Damn it!"

With a stomp, Yu Sen immediately flew up onto the Arena.

This time, he was still asked by Lin Zhi to come and get back at him.

If he did not take care of Ling Tian, not only would he, Yu Sen, be doomed, he would also lose face and go to the Pill Pavilion in the future.

At that time, he would definitely be ridiculed by others even while he was still in Sword Pavilion, and would no longer be able to lift his head.

"Ling Tian, you still have some strength, but I, Yu Sen am different."

As his voice fell, Yu Sen's shoulders violently shook. The silhouette of the Martial Soul floated out from the multi-colored light of the Martial King behind him, and the might behind it was increasing explosively!

As the third senior brother of the Sword Pavilion, not only did Yu Sen possess a Martial Soul Taichu in his possession, the cultivation methods and divine abilities he cultivated were also extremely high in Grade.

At the very least, he would be much stronger than Jiang Xian who was above Hundred Sects Competition.

"The last match was over. If you lose this sparring match, would you be able to win?"

Ling Tian raised his rod and stood straight, he was far from being as panicked as he should have been when he faced the third disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

"Wishful thinking. If I lose, you can have the Quasi-immortal weapon in my hands!"

"But that won't happen."

"I would actually like to see how capable you, an honorary disciple of the Artifact Pavilion, are to put on an act in front of me, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion."

Yu Sen snorted coldly, the anger in his eyes grew even more intense. If today, he could not even take care of a new disciple of the Artifact Pavilion, then he would lose a lot of face!

"Boom!"

With a clench of his hand, a resplendent green light erupted from within his body, directly transforming into a green gold lion in his hand. Although the lion was only a Shadow, it emitted a shocking undulation.

This Divine Skills's Grade, definitely would not be low.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

Yu Sen took a step forward and clenched the fist in his hand tightly. Suddenly, he blasted out and the green lion image instantly exploded outwards. Even the Air was ripped apart at this moment, as a sharp sound of wind breaking resounded.

The howling sound of the beast shook the Holy Sword Mountain, intimidating all the disciples.

"Ss, is this Yu Sen's superb ability Fist Technique?"

"Yu Sen has already mastered this fist technique to perfection. It absolutely cannot be underestimated!"

Yu Sen threw a punch out, and that terrifying sound wave set off a wave of noise.

Facing such an attack from Yu Sen, Ling Tian frowned slightly. If it was before, such a divine ability would be slightly troublesome for Ling Tian.

The profound strength level of the divine ability was already comparable to his Swimming Dragon Fist from before. Adding the power of this Martial King of his, one punch was enough to shatter heaven and earth.

But now, Ling Tian no longer put it in his eyes.

It's just superb ability!

Similarly, Ling Tian did not choose to use Du E's rod, for the past month, other than raising his cultivation, he also picked up the Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms left behind for him by the old beggar. With a grasp of his hand, a gold light erupted from his palm, immediately transforming into the silhouette of a Golden Dragon.

Ling Tianshuang waved his hand, and the boundless dragon aura directly and continuously entered into his palm, immediately causing the dragon image on his hand to open its eyes. The Golden Dragon image also instantly split into three parts.

A wave of vigorous energy spread out.

"What is this palmism?"

"It looks like his Grade is even higher than Yu Sen's Verdant Lion Transformation Fist!"

When those three dragon silhouettes appeared above Ling Tian's palm, the surrounding area of the Arena was immediately filled with exclamations.

"Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms, go!"

Roar!

Ling Tian's large hand suddenly pressed down, and the dragon image roared towards the sky. It instantly rushed out furiously, and a terrifying power formed a huge concave arc in front of it. Cracks began to appear on the ground of the Arena below.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Yu Sen's ferocious fists, when they came into contact with the pressure of the Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms, all of them exploded, unable to contend against the palm attack at all.

"This, how is this possible?"

The shadows of Ling Tian's palms became bigger and bigger, and in the end, the shadows of the three divine dragon s pervaded the entire Arena, shattering all of the fist shadow.

Ever since he had been promoted to Martial King, the punch he had just thrown was not unfavorable at all. Even in the Cloud Sea Pavilion, it was still a rare cultivation technique.

You have to know, although the Martial King realm can cultivate quasi-immortal technique s above superb ability, how many quasi-immortal technique s exist in the entire Sect?

Furthermore, the quasi-immortal technique's cultivation technique was already in the Hidden Martial Palace, so he was not strong enough to even touch it.

But when Ling Tian made his move, the palmism was obviously able to easily destroy his own fist shadow.

But, Yu Sen did not have the time to be startled. Immediately, a light flashed in his hand and a wooden sword appeared in his hand.

Although the sword was of a wood color, it was wrapped in a faint lightning aura, it was without a doubt a Quasi-immortal weapon!

Furthermore, the quality of the Quasi-immortal weapon was not bad either.

"Ling Tian, do not regret using the Weapon more than me!"

After he finished speaking, the Weapon in Yu Sen's hands suddenly hacked down. In an instant, lines of lightning appeared out of nowhere and condensed into a streak of cyan colored lightning Sword Qi, slashing towards Ling Tian's divine dragon palm.

Yu Sen's sword strike seemed to be done in a moment of desperation, but Ling Tian could feel the profoundness of the sword technique.

It was truly worthy of being called the strongest in the world with the Sword Dao. Just the sword techniques that Yu Sen was cultivating with, was it already so tyrannical?

Even if his Grade wasn't quasi-immortal technique, it was more or less enough.

"Kill!"

Yu Sen stared coldly at the Three Heavens Dragon Shadow that was becoming bigger rapidly in his eyes. With a low shout, the sword tip that was filled with lightning suddenly slashed down onto the palm print.

Clang!1

A clear and ear-piercing loud sound suddenly resounded across the sky. Immediately, an extremely wild and violent energy attack suddenly erupted in the sky.

The energy attack swept apart. Those people nearby hurriedly pulled back. Numerous golden lights flickered around the Arena as they resisted the eroding energy wind.

While defending, everyone's eyes were locked onto the air without blinking an eye. The sword strike Yu Sen had unleashed was a divine ability technique that he had used to rank 7 in the Martial King Realm. Just under the quasi-immortal technique, he had trained it to the last sword transformation, and it was enough to rival the quasi-immortal technique!

Although Yu Sen had not reached that step yet, if he displayed it now with his cultivation at the Martial King, it was still enough to destroy the power of Ling Tian's palm strike.

No matter what was said, Ling Tian's palm strike was still only an aftershock.

Clang clang clang!

However, the first stage of Divine Dragon Eighteen Palms that Ling Tian unleashed was the quasi-immortal technique. The three divine dragon images did not show any signs of fatigue, and they collided against the tip of the sword one after another.

When the last image of the divine dragon fell, the sword aura Yu Sen had summoned directly shattered, turning into a sky full of lightning scattered everywhere.

Puff!

With a stuffy groan, Yu Sen was immediately forced to retreat several steps, and in the end, barely stopped at the edge of the Arena s!

One palm, just one palm!

Not only did it completely shatter Yu Sen's fist, even the sword technique that he relied on now could not withstand it!

This Ling Tian's palmism, was actually this terrifying?

"Hehe, the third disciple of Sword Pavilion, is only so-so."

When the dragon's shadow dissipated, Ling Tian's figure floated above the Arena. Although his bluish-white clothes were unremarkable, his flying white hair seemed to be bathed with a layer of holy light.

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