You know, what kind of character the Whale Zhantian is in the endless sea, he is the prince of the whale clan, he is extremely talented, relying on the talent of the race, he is domineering, and almost no one can beat him.
However, in the eyes of this human being, such a proud son of heaven, the seed of the king, is just a little capable, and a small existence that does not die after taking a punch? !
Even if you look down on people, there is a limit!
Many sea monsters stared at Xia Ping angrily, wishing to eat this human alive.
Although it is the Shame of the Whale Zhantian now, but the Whale Zhantian is also considered to be a sea-monster clan. If it is embarrassed, it is equivalent to the shame of the entire ocean race, and it definitely cannot tolerate it.
"Human, Whale Zhantian is just a little capable, so what about my skills?!" With a scream, Zhang Ming, the prince of the octopus family, jumped out.
In a blink of an eye, its eight hands waved over, and each hand was holding a sword that cuts iron like mud.
Each of these treasured swords is not simple. They are all made of deep-cold iron, used by the master forging, and assisted by countless precious materials, and finally forged on the 7th or forty-nine days.
It can be said that these eight-handled swords are extremely terrifying, and they are all compatible with the strength of the octopus clan. With a single cut, the sword will be vertical and horizontal, and even a small mountain will be divided in half.
Zhang Ming was not polite, and immediately launched an attack on Xia Ping, using the octopus clan sword technique-the eight swords of the universe!
Shoo! ! !
At this moment, the eight-handed swords attacked and killed them, and the eight terrifying blade lights attacked at the same time.
"So strong!"
Many sea monsters have their pupils contracted, and all of them are shocked by the fighting power of the prince of the octopus clan. Even among the many sea monsters, the octopus clan can be regarded as a very powerful race.
It has eight hands on its body, and each hand is no less flexible than a human hand.
Now that these eight hands are waving at the same time, it is almost equivalent to eight people dealing with Xia Ping. It can block one or two swords, but it may not be able to stop five or eight swords!
This is the horror of the octopus clan, eight swords are severely slashed, as long as one strikes, it will undoubtedly die.
"Nice knife technique."
Xia Ping's eyes showed a cold light, and he could also see that Zhang Ming's strength was not trivial. He reached the pinnacle level of the Grand Master's Eighth Heaven, and he was only one step short of being promoted to Grand Master Nine Heaven.
Its sword-dao cultivation base has reached a state of extraordinary transformation. It is estimated that it has been immersed in sword-dao cultivation for at least 20 to 30 years, and it has worked hard every day and never slackens.
Each stroke of the knife is like an extension of an arm, extremely flexible, and there is no pointless movement that wastes energy, just like a smart surgeon performing a precise surgical operation.
Moreover, the opponent has eight hands, amazing talent, ordinary human encounters, almost invincible, the gap is too big.
This kind of talent is like the legendary martial arts with three heads and six arms.
However, no matter how powerful it is, Xia Ping doesn't take it seriously, and is far from him. After seeing the saint's boxing technique, this so-called sword technique is simply full of mistakes.
He doesn't even need to dodge at all.
Beiming body protector!
Xia Ping stepped out, his hands rounded, and the tyrannical Qi burst out from one hundred and eighty thousand pores, instantly forming a huge gas mask, covering his whole body.
At the same time, a huge Kunpeng seemed to rise from behind him, swimming in the void, constantly wagging his tail, and set off a huge wave in the void, rumbling loudly.
Bang bang bang! ! !
It was too late and it was fast, Zhang Ming's attack hit instantly, and eight terrifying blade lights slammed on the gas shield, suddenly making a banging sound, like smashing on steel, splashing a lot of sparks.
But no matter how to attack, this gas mask is still as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken.
What? !
Zhang Ming was taken aback. It found that it had hacked Xia Ping's defensive qigong with its treasured sword, but it was unable to cause any harm to this human being. It seemed to be in absolute defense.
Even its eight hands felt numb, and the terrible counter-shock force from this defensive gas shield almost shook its eight hands to fly out the treasure.
"Take me a punch!"
Xia Ping was so powerful that he did not forgive others.
This punch was like Kunpeng wagging his tail, and his huge body slammed into it. The power seemed to be the same as when the ancient gods worked together to hit the mountain, and it smelled of shaking the mountain.
Even this punch contains the power of the vortex, the power of the spiral, which produces a great suction, which locks the Qi machine on Zhang Ming's body and seals all its evasive movements, leaving it nowhere to escape.
"No way, is this the punch that Jingzhantian faced just now? How could it be so terrible that there is no way to escape?!" Before Zhang Ming also underestimated Jingzhantian, thinking that Jingzhantian was a bit of a misnomer. Yes, it is obviously a family of powerful whales born, but it can't stop a small human punch. It's too ridiculous.
But now it was it's turn to face Xia Ping's punch, but it was found that its thinking was wrong, a big mistake.
When this fist hits it, it is like endless darkness covering its soul, like being trapped in a whirlpool, with nowhere to escape, and it also seems to be surrounded by countless evil spirits, tearing the soul apart.
This is a punch that surpasses the king's level, reaching the realm of profoundness and profoundness.
Even the invincible king, it does not think that it can wield such power in the master realm. This is beyond the limit of martial arts in the cloud realm. This is not the martial arts of mortals.
Boom!
This boxing hit Zhang Ming, like a drum in the morning and evening, a crisp sound erupted, countless air currents exploded, and the terrifying force blasted towards Zhang Ming's body.
In an instant, its entire body flew out, rubbed the ground horizontally, and glided for two or three kilometers.
Even the eight hands on its body were suddenly broken, dripping with blood, and the eight-handled sword also fell on the ground, banging, smashing deep pits, and sparks splashing everywhere.
"puff!"
Zhang Ming fell to the ground, seriously injured, could not help coughing up a large mouthful of blood, and looked at this human Xia Ping in horror.
The so-called name of the person, the shadow of the tree.
Now it finally knows that this enchanting genius who resounds through the human world, who makes all the people of Wanyao Mountain a great emperor, is definitely not as simple as imagined. Its strength and martial skills are extraordinary. It seems that there is a divine beast living in this human being. The inside of the body is general.
"This this!"
Many sea monsters watched this scene in shock. They couldn't accept the whale battle before losing, and now even the famous Zhang Ming is not the enemy of this human being.
If they weren't standing here alive, they would think they had some hallucinations.
"No, even Zhang Ming is not the opponent of this human being. How could human beings be so powerful? This, this is unreasonable, too reasonable." Many sea monsters clenched their fists and stared at this human Xia. flat.
"Which one else wants to come up and die?"
Xia Ping stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes calm: "Don't waste time, let's go together."