Looking at the momentum and blood energy of the other party's sudden rise, Lin Ming secretly assessed the combat strength of the two sides, the opponent's melee combat must be a strength, and as a bloodline warlock, he is not afraid of close combat, the bloodline warlock in the late stage of the first leaf will never be afraid of the other party, and he still has a huge spiritual power, powerful spell attack ability, it is not difficult to defeat the other party, but he is not here this time to simply defeat the other party, the main reason is to sharpen the strength that has just been improved, stabilize the cultivation, so as to prepare for the promotion of the second leaf warlock in the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After condensing his qi and blood, Zong Yuan smashed the ground paved with green bricks with one foot, and his body quickly pounced on Lin Ming, with a descending tiger-like momentum, and if he listened carefully, he could even hear the faint roar of a fierce beast in the oncoming wind.

"Come on!" Lin Ming took a deep breath, his right hand stretched out to make a palm, the inside of his eyes turned blood-red, and the eyes of the fangs immediately appeared, and his eyesight instantly improved several times, especially the improvement of dynamic vision, which was very helpful for close combat.

It is said that the palm is the fist, the fist is the finger, the finger is the palm, and the fist Lin Ming's tough palm is not afraid at all, and the blood and blood energy in the body are flowing endlessly.

There was a violent collision, and both of them retreated more than ten steps back, Lin Ming looked at a conspicuous fist mark in the palm of his hand, and secretly said that the huge strength of the other party was simply terrifying, and the other party had reached the realm of the late first stage purely from the fist power, but in terms of speed and defense, it was only the middle of the first level.

Zong Yuan kept opening and putting away the palm of his right hand, the four major bone joints were already a little numb, this young man's strength was really weird, he had reached the late stage of the heaven level at a young age, it was really incredible.

"Come again!" Zong Yuan let out a low snort, and stepped forward again, his fists clenched tightly, and he continued to hit Lin Ming viciously in a row.

All of a sudden, Zong Yuan seemed to have the upper hand, not only pressed Lin Ming the offensive, but also was as fierce as an amazing tiger in terms of momentum, choosing people to devour, but if you look closely, you will find that even if Lin Ming is pressed and beaten, but he still copes with ease, if there is a powerful warlock here, he will definitely be able to find that Lin Ming's use of bloodline power has become more handy, and with the terrifying dynamic visual assistance of the Eye of Fangs, Zong Yuan, who was originally low in agility, has a clear analysis of the direction, strength, attack point, and even the number of moves by Lin Ming。

So the scene does seem to be Lin Ming's disadvantage, but in fact, only Lin Ming knows the internal situation, however, Lin Ming is not the kind of person who only takes beatings and does not fight back, since it has played a sharpening role, let's fight even more crazily, Lin Ming's eyes flashed red, and an inhuman roar came out of his mouth.

With a subtle distance that could not be checked, Lin Ming flexed his fingers and stretched out the crook of Zong Yuan's arm sensitively, and when he didn't have time to react, like a dragonfly dotting water, lightly touched the crook of Zong Yuan's arm.

Suddenly, Zong Yuan only felt a numbness in his right hand, and the qi and blood power he had just raised suddenly loosened, although it was only for a moment, and then this tingling feeling was dissipated by the powerful and powerful qi and blood power, and his arm was able to condense majestic power again.

But what level of battle is this? According to this world, this is a battle between heaven-level powerhouses, in addition to those hermit powerhouses, heaven-level powerhouses are the most high-end combat power in this world, when such a level of powerhouses fight, even if it is just a subtle and imperceptible subtle mistake, it will be magnified countless times, so that the opponent will seize the opportunity and become an opportunity to turn the tables, which will then lead to it becoming a key point that affects the outcome of the battle, not to mention that this opportunity itself was created by Lin Ming, coupled with his terrifying dynamic vision.

Lin Ming looked up at Zong Yuan's eyes at the moment when Zong Yuan's momentum was released, the blood-red fangs in his eyes opened wide and his mouth made a silent hiss, Zong Yuan only felt a slight dizziness in his head, and there was still only a momentary sense of dizziness, for a strong person of this level, even if he did not have strong spiritual power, it was impossible to instantly hallucinate the other party with the ability of the fanged eye, and Lin Ming was not allowed to have time to cast powerful spells or illusions during the battle, but even if it was only for a moment, it was enough.

A moment of numbness in his right hand and a moment of mental trance, this was basically doomed to Zong Yuan's failure, Lin Ming raised his hand to Zong Yuan's chest is palm, this palm is not small, with the strength of a first-level warlock in the later stage, this palm is at least a few thousand kilograms, even with the strength of Zong Yuantian's level, he must be seriously injured by this palm.

I saw that this palm was fiercely imprinted on Zong Yuan's chest, and suddenly Zong Yuan's majestic figure roared, like a boring cannonball, spun and flew out, smashed on the ground and smashed dozens of green bricks, and finally rolled and stopped on the ground, constantly spitting blood out of his mouth.

At this time, Zong Yuan had already sobered up, in fact, he was already awake at the moment when Lin Ming's palm was printed on his chest, but at that time, it was too late to contract the muscles in his chest and condense the power of qi and blood to block the palm power, and when time did not allow, he could only choose to adjust the body that flew out horizontally and rotated and rolled down after this palm print, so as to alleviate the huge impact force, no one who can cultivate to this level is weak, and these subtle treatments can be seen that Zong Yuan's strength is all cultivated in real time, not by what chance or medicine is piled up。

"Cough, cough!" Zong Yuan coughed and vomited blood, then picked up his strength and got up, looked at Lin Ming, who was about to rush up again, and shouted loudly: "Wait!"

"What, do you have anything else to say?" Lin Ming smiled coldly, since he had achieved his goal, Lin Ming was not ready to go on, and was ready to kill Zong Yuan directly.

"Ahem!" Zong Yuan knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat Lin Ming now that he was seriously injured, it wouldn't even take long for Lin Ming to defeat him, he could only last for more than ten minutes at most, and fighting with injuries would leave huge sequelae in the future, and even affect his future advancement to the saint-level level, Zong Yuan obviously didn't plan to continue fighting, and planned to delay for a while to wait for the arrival of the city guards.

"Ahem, cough, boy, I don't care why you help the Zhou family so much, but I think since there is no direct hatred between us, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?" Zong Yuan gathered the power of qi and blood with one hand to rub the numb and bloody muscles that were beaten in his chest, and at the same time gathered strength in his body to regulate the heavy injuries suffered by the internal organs, compared to the injuries on the surface of the body, the injuries of the internal organs were more serious, and they were also the injuries that had the greatest impact on Zong Yuan.

"Let's talk?" The other party's every move was clearly perceived under his terrifying vision, Lin Ming put his left hand behind his back, and his mental power began to slowly push the spell model in the sea of consciousness, and on the surface, he looked at Zong Yuan with interest: "Is there anything to talk about between us?"