Everyone was speechless in shock by this scene, even Shen Ling was no exception, after all, no matter how strong Fang Ling was, he was definitely not Zhou Haicang's opponent in the first round.

However, now it is ten rounds, and nine of them are Fang Ling in a passive state of beating, Zhou Haicang's fist strength is becoming more and more intense every time, and at this time it has reached the realm of eighty percent, such a strong fist strength, even Shen Ling thinks that he can't take this move.

However, Fang Ling insisted on making the impossible possible, at this time he was still standing stiffly in the field, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the painful injuries in his body, his expression was calm and calm, and he did not put Zhou Haicang in his eyes at all.

While everyone was stunned, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of reverence, how could such a king and such a momentum not be admired? Even Shen Ling couldn't help but secretly praise it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the thunder was getting closer and closer, and Zhou Haicang was getting more and more angry, he didn't expect that the mere boy would have such a strong ability to resist fighting, and even Shen Ling couldn't stop it.

Zhou Haicang's face was dull, his face was as deep as iron, and he raised his cultivation to the extreme realm, his whole body was full of flames, like a boiling furnace, and then said in a deep voice towards Fang Ling: "King Shicheng, you are really beyond the old man's imagination, since this is the case, you will come and take the punch of the old man's ten percent cultivation." ”

"Kill me, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to find the cornucopia?" Fang Ling grinned, but his heart was also secretly anxious, his body was close to the collapse stage, if he came with more powerful palm power, I was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, this thunder tribulation was really slow.

Zhou Haicang said coldly: "You are dead, as long as the soul is still there, the old man has the ability to let you continue to speak, so you can rest assured to take this palm!"

As soon as these words fell, Zhou Haicang had already roared, his palms became as hot as charcoal fire, and his body was transformed into one skull after another.

"Be careful, this is the peerless knowledge of the Tianhua Sect - the Hundred Skull Palm. Shen Ling couldn't help but remind loudly.

Fang Ling gritted his teeth, he had to wait, he had to wait for the Thunder Tribulation to come, because the strength he retained in his body was only used when the Thunder Tribulation came.

Seeing Zhou Haicang getting closer and closer, death seemed to be in front of him, and Fang Ling was unavoidable.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from the long sky, and an incandescent thunder struck down from above the nine heavens, heading straight for the tiger Jiao in the pool.

At the same time, the tiger Jiao let out a dragon roar, and the tiger stripes on his body became shiny.

Above the entrance of the cave, Song Ying'er shouted: "Your Highness, come quickly!"

Fang Ling took a sharp breath, the remaining strength was transported on his feet, his body flashed like a ghost, rose to the sky, and fell on the entrance of the cave, Zhou Haicang sneered, flew up and followed, pushed forward with both palms, and roared: "Lie down for the old man!"

Although this sound was loud, it could not cover the sound of thunder from the sky, and at the same time that the thick white lightning struck the tiger Jiao, a part of the thunder light was sucked by the eight-way lightning array, and instantly drilled into Fang Ling's body.