Martial World's
Ch 258 - Thunder Attack
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"Lin Ming can completely control the power of thunder!"
"He is a thunder attribute martial artist, this is a hidden card!"
“See how thick the electric snakes are; it might be the fifth fusion, or even sixth grade. ”
The audience discussed amongst themselves. To the disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys, a thunder attribute martial artist was not too rare. The rare one was a sixth grade lightning-attribute fusion martial artist.
In the Great Hall of the Seven Profound Valleys, Mu Qinghong smiled as he looked at the electric snake wrapped around Lin Ming, "This little boy is really waiting until the final to use the power of thunder. ”
At this point, he was completely positive about Lin Ming's identity. According to the description from Mu Qianyu, Lin Ming's symbol was his thunder power. Mu Qianyu speculated that Lin Ming's Thunder Yuan Qi fusion compatibility was no less amazing than hers – it was seventh grade or so!
This is just a terrible talent!
Regardless of whether it was Lin Ming's martial intent or his combat ability that allowed him to leap over the world while fighting, it was his martial will, just his talent in the thunder attribute of Yuan Qi was enough for a large sect to raise him with a huge amount of resources.
Mu Qinghong glanced at Shi Zongtian who was sitting by his side. He did not seem to have any particular reaction. Mu Qinghong's mouth curved with a smile. If Shi Zongtian knew that Lin Ming controlled the level of the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Thunder Thunder, then he would probably be shocked from his chair.
In the middle of the martial stage, Lin Ming's entire body was wrapped in an electric snake. His hair danced in the wind; he looked like a demon war god that fell from the sky in a thunderous rain of rage.
“The power of thunder is the absolute opponent of the ghost and Yin energies. Every time you use your Acacia Faction cultivation method, the weeping ghosts you produce will be held back by my power. I'd like to see how you're gonna stop this! "
Lin Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the glint wrapped endlessly around his body in a dazzling purple visual display, he was like a purple sun!
Golden Roc Destroying Void!
Lin Ming instantly reached his speed limit!
On the martial stage, Lin Ming surged, a series of shadows following behind him. In every shadow, there was a purple arc of lightning shining within!
Zi zi zi!
The ferocious power of thunder was like a vorpal sword as it pierced towards Ouyang Zifeng.
Zheng!
Ouyang Zifeng took out his treasure sword from the snake skin sheath. This treasure sword was four feet long and was completely blood red.
Ouyang Zifeng had drawn his sword!
Ouyang Zifeng believed in his own abilities. There was only one person who managed to force him to draw his sword, and that was the end of the battle. But now, Lin Ming had managed to do so in just one step, and Ouyang Zifeng was unable to shoulder the results. Not to mention not drawing his sword, even if he did, he might not be able to block this attack.
Ouyang Zifeng also rushed forward at his speed limit. The sharp sword and the power of thunder collided again and again in a brutal attack!
Peng peng!
The audience could only see the hazy shadows of two people, and a flash of purple light on the stage!
“What happened on stage? Who won?"
"I don't know. Since Lin Ming was able to force Ouyang Zifeng to draw his sword, then he had some ability. Lin Ming should not lose to Ouyang Zifeng. He might be able to hold on for some time. ”
"lower? Survive for some time? You think that Lin Ming in our 36 countries is inferior? You idiot, just wait and see, Ouyang Zifeng is nothing but a side dish! ”
The one who denied was a martial artist from 36 countries. The past few days, martial artists from 36 countries had been bullied by the Seven Profound Valleys. Now that they had the chance to be proud and laugh, they naturally would not miss it.
"Huh. It's too early for you to be happy. Even if Ouyang Zifeng could not defeat Lin Ming, they would not be much different. Wait for our direct disciple to go up to the stage and then you will know what despair means! "
Hearing the title of seven direct disciples, martial artists from 36 countries could not say anything. The seven direct disciples were too formidable. Even though he had full confidence in Lin Ming, he did not believe Lin Ming could defeat them. The martial artist muttered some trash talk and then no longer spoke.
On the martial stage, Ouyang Zifeng only defended, not attacking at all. It wasn't that he didn't want to make an attack, it was because he couldn't. Every Yin Qi he gathered around him was instantly eliminated by the electric shock. In this fierce battle, his true essence reserves were rapidly depleting.
"This person unleashed so much thunder power, his energy consumption rate should be higher than mine. As long as I can last a little longer, the one who lost is not me! ”
Ouyang Zifeng had just thought of this idea when Lin Ming suddenly said sarcastically, “You can only hide? I'm waiting for your so-called 'hidden card. If you don't use it now, you may not have a chance to use it later. ”
Lin Ming's right hand suddenly formed into a fist. A thick purple electric snake completely gathered in his fast, forming a dazzling purple light.5000 vibrating true essence filaments surged out, interweaving with the power of thunder and turning into deep purple.
This was the unification of the Bone Destroying Body Fist and the power of thunder!
"Insolence!" Ouyang stimulated his true essence, and a purple flame shot up onto his long sword. Ghost wails were emitted from the blade of the sword.
Ouyang Zifeng suppressed the numbness that the power of the lightning caused and stabbed with his sword. A ghastly-looking ghostly face appeared on the purple fire blade that pierced towards Lin Ming.
Lin Ming did not even glance at him, he was just punching
Bang out!
5000 Pure purple vibrating true essence filaments rushed forward like ferocious Purple Flood Dragons. They smashed into the ghost's face, instantly tearing it apart!
Right after, the true essence inspired by the purple-coloured thunder opened the Yin Qi protector Ouyang Zifeng, and then sunk into his body, overwhelming him.
Ouyang Zifeng's body trembled, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He was sent soaring back dozens of feet into the air, falling back down even after he landed. He was finally barely able to stop himself as he knelt down, propping himself up with his sword and wiping the blood from his mouth.
At that moment, Ouyang Zifeng felt as if his entire body was torn apart; he almost thought he was going to die.
Lin Ming stretched out his hand, and a purple true essence dashed out from Ouyang Zifeng's body, back into his hand. After he absorbed the Purple Blood Dragon Divine Thunder, he gained the ability to consciously infuse his true essence with the power of thunder. Of course, he could also contain the power of thunder within the Bone Destroying Body Fist.
"Lin Ming, victory!"
The Referee Elder looked at Lin Ming as he announced the results. If Lin Ming could defeat Ouyang Zifeng, it proved he had a great chance of reaching the top 10!
For a 16-year-old boy from 36 countries, this was a result that shocked and frightened everyone.
Lin Ming turned around to leave the martial stage.
Lin Ming fought Ouyang Zifeng for a short time, but eventually Lin Ming won with incredible strength.
“Ouyang Zifeng was also defeated! Will a rural martial artist from 36 countries really reach the top ten rankings !? ”
“This person had already injured Ouyang Zifeng's younger brother, Ouyang Ziyun in the Desert Flower Hall, to the point that he could not participate in the competition. Now he had defeated Ouyang Zifeng. He had actually bullied them to the extreme, his intimidation had even reached their front door! ”
Seeing the chances of Lin Ming reaching the top 10 increase, many disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys were either unwilling or unsure of seeing this happen. Most of them had been born in the Seven Profound Valleys; they had an innate sense of superiority and looked down on martial artists from 36 countries and 16 martial families.
But now, they have been eliminated and there are some damn brats from 36 countries who really want to compete for the top 10. It's like the Crown Prince being suddenly slapped by a rookie boy coming from the village.
It should be known that being in the top 10 of the Total Martial Meeting Faction meant great honor and great rewards. This also meant that later on they would gain valuable resources and strong support from the sect. This was a situation that many disciples longed for in their dreams.
If they could become core disciples, not only would their cultivation grow quickly, but they would be able to freely choose from the beautiful female disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys. Perhaps because of the true essence that gnawed at their bodies, a female martial artist with martial talent would have a beautiful beauty. Especially the disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys Mirage Faction and the Sitar Faction; their beauty was truly shocking and far more charming and alluring than those beautiful women who covered ordinary land.
They wouldn't mind or say anything if one of the seven direct disciples or core disciples were in the top 10, but now a rural martial artist from 36 countries also wants to reach the top 10.
The top 10 ranked disciples were destined to enter the Total Faction and qualify as core disciples. The disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys could only think that in the future, Lin Ming would divide their resources and enjoy their women, how could they swallow this feeling?
This is called envy, jealousy, resentment, and is the best way to describe the current feelings flowing in their hearts.
"Just wait . The climb won't last long. The direct disciple of the Acacia Faction Ouyang Ming was good friends with Ouyang Zifeng. He would definitely help Ouyang Zifeng return this favor. If Lin Ming is seriously injured, I want to see how he will fight for the top 10. ”
Those who were eliminated by direct disciples could only curse their hearts and accept their fate. The Seven Profound Valleys disciple hoped that Lin Ming would be so injured that he could no longer fight.
After Lin Ming left, the referee announced Jiang Lanjian's next – match against Sun Lin.
With this, the entire audience began to roil with excitement. This was in stark contrast to the warm reaction Lin Ming received just a moment ago. In the Seven Profound Valleys, Jiang Lanjian's reputation was no less than seven direct disciples. There were also many people who thought he was superior to some weaker direct disciples. For example, they believed he was stronger than Han Yanluo of the Refiner Faction, or Fang Qi of the Array Faction.
After all, the Refiner Faction and Array Faction had to spend a lot of time and effort on their additional skills. Their cultivation methods were not as strong in terms of combat; they were best applied to refining and array formations. Because of this, they could not compare to Jiang Lanjian who was walking on the path of swordsmanship and pursuing the strongest offensive power.
Jiang Lanjian walked on the stage. He was wearing the black clothes he always wore, and he was carrying a three foot six inch high treasure sword. As he stood in the middle of the martial stage, it was as if he was a bright, cold sword and emitted a threatening aggressive air!
Against Jiang Lanjian, Sun Lin was from the Refiner Faction. He was the second ranked disciple of the younger generation of the Refiner Faction, only inferior to the direct disciple, Han Yanluo.
Sun Lin had participated in the last Total Martial Meeting Faction and had reached rank 22.
Now, his cultivation had improved and he entered the final unbeaten. During this Martial Meeting, he would undoubtedly reach the top 20. He even had some hopes of reaching the top 10.
"Murid Sword Faction Jiang Lanjian, please advise. "Regardless of who he faced, Jiang Lanjian would always conduct a polite sword ceremony before the match.
“Senior-apprentice, Brother Jiang, please advise. I've made incredible progress in the last three years, I won't be easy to deal with. "Sun Lin smiled as she said this. To maintain a smile in front of Jiang Lanjian was also a great form of confidence.
As Sun Lin spoke, he took out more clay from his spatial ring. This claymore was colored like a burning fire, and was four feet long. As the sword was pulled out of its sheath, sparkling flames lit up on its blade, scorching heat waves rolling outwards. Some of those close in the audience could not help but retreat.
“Only the heat wave itself has a huge power. This Sun Lin was also unusual, he might not even be worse than that Lin Ming from a moment ago. ”
"The "Martial Total Faction Meeting this year was really full of talent. Not only are their two talents from 36 countries and 16 martial families, but even the talents of our Seven Profound Valleys have surpassed the past. ”
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