That kind of realm is very wonderful, as if an immortal cultivator accidentally stepped into a mysterious world of epiphany.

It is as if there is an ancient Buddha sitting on the high mountain in front of him, telling the mysteries of heaven and earth.

When the golden bell first came out, Ling Feng felt an unprecedented emptiness, and his soul seemed to have been purified.

All the complexities of the world, all the dust that disturbs people's hearts, completely disappears with the sound of bells.

If this move hadn't been made by his opponent, Ling Feng would definitely have thought that he had comprehended the power of some kind of law of heaven and earth. But it's a pity that He Minglang's footsteps are getting louder and louder.

In a sense, although this bell contains Buddhist principles, it is more used to disturb people's minds, like an illusion. It keeps people's minds imprisoned for a short period of time, and then the opponent sneaks up.

He Minglang had this idea, because he knew the power of this bell best. No matter how strong you are, if you are struck by the sound wave of this bell, you will fall into the void.

Perhaps with the strength of the power, the time limit is only a few seconds. But that's enough for the top players. Once the opponent is confused, then it means that the opponent has lost!

"Now, do you know how terrifying my strength is?"

He Minglang's figure rushed directly in front of Ling Feng like lightning, and then grinned and let out a mocking tone.

The crazy true qi in his body roared abruptly, forming a terrifying wind wave that froze in his palm.

Finally, in the sight of thousands of people, that terrible fist mark directly blasted out.

"Bang!"

A fist like gold and iron, surrounded by a terrible cloud of smoke.

Immediately, it slammed Ling Feng's head.

Ling Feng, who was trapped in the void, clearly felt an icy chill in his back, and that chill, as if it could destroy everything, made Ling Feng's heart tremble violently.

The reason why he would be confused by Zhong Ming's voice was because Ling Feng wanted to understand the power of the law contained in Zhong Ming.

That's one, the power of artistic conception.

This kind of power is very abstract, but it is quite powerful, and it is also one of the criteria for judging masters in the fairy world.

One of the so-called artistic conceptions can be achieved in a single thought, the degree to which the heaven and earth change color.

When Ling Feng galloped through the immortal realm, he fully controlled the power of the eight artistic conceptions. He fights with people, and he doesn't need spiritual power at all, but the power of thought. This kind of power is extremely terrifying.

The sound of the bell continued, and the sound waves slowly echoed. Even the soldiers watching the drama around couldn't help but fall into a quagmire.

They can't comprehend the realm, but they feel that their minds are drowsy and they can't extricate themselves.

In particular, some relatively low strength has not been able to recover from the impact of sound waves for a long time.

"Is it finally defeated?"

"Who would have thought that He Minglang would have such ability, and with such a terrifying and anti-heaven magic weapon, even if he is the old sect master of our sect, I am afraid it will be difficult to wake up from this chaos!"

"He Minglang's prestige will once again shock China from now on!"

In the line of sight, He Minglang's fist had already landed on Ling Feng's forehead.

They had already thought of the ending for Ling Feng in their minds, that is, to lose the game completely.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a bright light flickering in Ling Feng's body. That light, comparable to He Minglang's golden bell jar, is indestructible.

The latter's fist slammed hard against the lilac aperture, but it failed to break through the defense, only vibrating a circle of ripples that seemed to be a real handle.

"Boom!"

Above the aperture, there was a surge of energy.

Then, the terrifying energy shock wave on it rebounded, and it actually knocked He Minglang back three steps.

The huge tremor force from the fist made He Minglang a little overwhelmed.

He lowered his head and silently looked at the charred black on his fist, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"What is this?"

"No matter how terrifying your defenses are, I can still break them in the end, and in the face of absolute strength, these defenses are useless!"

He Minglang seemed to have fallen into madness, and slammed his fist on the aperture with one punch.

"Buzz!"

"Bang!"

The aperture continued to ripple out, but the light on it was slowly weakening.

This point, He Minglang clearly saw in his eyes. He suddenly let out a sinister laugh and increased his force, and the frequency of his attacks became even crazier. It seems that he wants to take advantage of this time to completely defeat Ling Feng. It's just that although his wishful thinking is very good, Ling Feng is definitely not the kind of waste wood that wastes his reputation.

When the aperture could no longer resist He Minglang's attack, Ling Feng finally opened his eyes. There were circles of fiery red light circulating in it, and it seemed as if there was nothing, as if it were a void flame burning.

And as the pair of dark deep eyes opened, the temperature between heaven and earth seemed to rise by several notches.

Ling Feng looked indifferently at the figure in front of him, and couldn't help but show a gentle smile.

"Have you had enough?"

He Minglang frowned, he suddenly felt that Ling Feng's strength seemed to have risen another notch. It was a strange feeling, it was obviously false, but it made him feel terrified.

"How can it be so fast?"

"I said, you won't understand my realm!" Ling Feng didn't explain anything, but continued, "However, thank you for your bell!"

"Next, it's my turn!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Feng slowly raised his palm in front of He Minglang. A gentle wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, blowing on him, but it seemed to carry a cold temperature.

Feeling the horror of Ling Feng's attack, He Minglang's whole body was a little flustered, and he couldn't help but retreat a few steps back, wanting to avoid the edge for a while. But at this time, Ling Feng's mouth spat out a tone that the world couldn't understand.

It's like the murmur of an ancient Buddha.

The slightly vague tone has a faint sign of "determination".

Suddenly, the sound wave swept and rushed to He Minglang. The latter shuddered, and clearly felt that his body, for a moment, was uncontrollable.

"Oops, I seem to have been tricked too, how is it possible?"

He Minglang thought that he had fallen into Zhong Ming's confusion, but he never expected that kind of power would be epiphany and controlled by Ling Feng.

Immediately, he returned the body of others in the way of others.

Whew!

The spiritual power ball on Ling Feng's palm grew larger and larger, and then it actually condensed into a substance.

Countless eyes looked at this scene, and they all fell into shock.

"How is that possible?"

"In this case, you can fight back, God, this Ling Tian, what kind of monster is this?"

"I'm even beginning to suspect that he's not from Earth!"

No one could have imagined that in the face of such a big advantage, He Minglang would lose in an instant. Moreover, at this moment, he is still standing still, like a fool.

This strange scene was seen by people, and they just thought that he was possessed by ghosts and gods.

Finally, Ling Feng pushed forward with his right hand.

"Boom!"

The spiritual power light ball directly bombarded He Minglang's chest at a terrifying speed.

"Snort!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The ball of light entangled with the aperture above He Minglang's body for a while, and then completely shattered the aperture.

In the eardrums, there was a sound of glass shattering. Then everyone saw that the indestructible aperture on He Minglang's body was actually shattered by Ling Feng's absolutely terrifying attack.

"Poof!"

He Minglang's body was also directly blown away by that terrible attack.

At this moment, He Minglang's eyes were clear. He felt the concussion in his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but spill blood, but the whole person twitched.

"No!"

Looking at the open space outside the arena that was close at hand, he let out an unwilling roar. However, there is no way to stop the fall of the body.

Finally, in Ling Feng's dark eyes, He Minglang fell out of the arena and was eliminated directly.

The rest of the powerhouses of the Jinling Military Region looked at this scene in a daze, rubbed their eyes, and were full of horror.

"You guys, do you want to go down by yourself, or do you want Master Ben to kick them down one by one?"

Everyone hadn't recovered from the shock, but at this time, Ling Feng's incomparably arrogant words resounded again.

Like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, it has been around for a long time.

He Minglang lay on the ground and roared, pounding the ground hard, his eyes were extremely red, with a kind of heroic desolation.

"It seems that it was not He Minglang who shook the Huaxia Martial Arts, but Master Ling Tian!"

"Even under such a terrible offensive, he can still retreat with his whole body and deter the heroes, such a capability, looking at the whole of China, it is a rare existence. ”

"Yes, from now on, there will be another legend in the rivers and lakes, and we will have the honor to witness this moment!"

Under Ling Feng's scrutinizing eyes, these powerhouses from Jinling glanced at each other one by one, their faces full of shame, and their fists clenched, as if they had made an extremely difficult decision.

They stared at Ling Feng's figure, and then gritted their teeth and said, "Go!"

One person took the lead, and the others walked out helplessly.

This scene was seen by He Minglang, and his whole body was trembling with anger, but he also knew that he was weak to return to heaven.

The warriors of the Jiangnan Super Federation Guild fell into silence, and when the last figure left the arena, they finally broke out into extremely fierce cheers.

"Roar!"

"Master Ling Tian is invincible!"

"Strengthen the majesty of Jiangnan, Master Ling Tian deserves to be the first person!"

Lu Maoxun's face was full of embarrassment, and at this time he finally showed a bright smile. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, jumped up in ecstasy, and a group of people embraced.

"Master Ling Tian, since then he has become famous in the battle, and he will be recorded in the history of Chinese martial arts!"

(End of chapter)