The God Of War Forging System

The disciples of the Earth Emperor Peak all snorted in contempt.    

Causing internal strife?    

Taking the bigger picture into consideration?    

I'm afraid you, Zhao Haotian, are the least qualified person to say that. !    

How could a person's skin be so thick to such an extent? It simply made them submit to him.    

"One tenth of Hao Tian's skin can be invulnerable to swords and spears, invulnerable to all methods."    

Some disciples of the Earth Emperor Peak mocked.    

When the disciples of the Soaring Cloud Peak heard this, their expressions became extremely gloomy.    

"Trash, you don't have to worry about this. After killing you, I will deal with the Earth Fiend Sect myself."    

Lin Ming said confidently.    

Lo Xuan'er's beautiful eyes sparkled when she heard him. She even looked at Lin Ming. Although she wasn't honest, a strange light flashed in her eyes when she saw his back.    

Handsome.    

"Haha, what an arrogant kid. Interesting."    

Succubus licked her red lips and revealed a trace of ridicule.    

"I was ambushed by this kid. Boss Xu, you have to kill him for me."    

Puppet Forest said with resentment.    

Xu Chao didn't respond. He just stared unblinkingly at Lin Ming. However, if he was a meticulous person, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him.    

One would find out.    

A burning desire to fight was burning in the bottom of Xu Chao's eyes.    

He was a sword fanatic, and also a martial fanatic.    

He had always been looking forward to fighting a powerful opponent.    

"Hmph, arrogant to the extreme. Since you're so stubborn, I'll clean up the sect for you. "    

He let out a cold snort.    

Zhao Haotian stepped forward. The terrifying aura belonging to a Late Period of Earthly Origin Stage erupted from his body.    

"You think you're qualified to clean up this place?"    

The young man's mocking voice was still lingering in the air.    

Sou! Sou! Sou!    

However, wherever he passed, he left behind a few thin afterimages.    

Om.    

The void trembled.    

In an instant, Zhao Haotian's entire body was enveloped by more than ten illusory figures that were hard to distinguish between real and fake.    

"This... Is this really a Human Rank martial skill, Ghost Step?"    

Zhao Haotian asked in shock.    

Swoosh!    

All of a sudden, Zhao Haotian felt a strong wind behind his back. The longsword in his hand was flowing with sharp Yuan energy as he slashed horizontally.    

However, this sharp sword only shattered a few of Lin Ming's afterimages.    

"Here."    

Suddenly, he heard the young man's mocking voice.    

At this moment.    

Lin Ming didn't even try to avoid it. He directly rushed towards Zhao Haotian from the front.    

"Arrogant bastard, you are courting death!"    

Zhao Haotian was incomparably furious. A young man who had just stepped into the Inner Sect dared to expose his position while fighting him.    

This was an unparalleled confidence, and also a form of contempt for Zhao Haotian's strength!    

"Profound Rank Low Grade Sword Technique, Wind Breaking Sword Technique."    

Puchi!    

A sharp explosion sounded in the air, and Zhao Haotian's sword technique seemed to merge with the wind.    

It pierced through the wind and air, and in the next moment, it appeared in Lin Ming's eyes.    

"Be careful."    

Lo Xuan'er only felt her little heart beating non-stop.    

Even though...    

She was somewhat puzzled by Lin Ming being so arrogant.    

However, at this moment, this beautiful girl, who looked as delicate as a fairy, chose to believe in Lin Ming.    

"What? This brat actually used his hand to receive Senior Brother Zhao's sword technique? Kaka, I can't keep this arm anymore."    

When the disciples of Soaring Cloud Peak saw Lin Ming's action, they were stunned for a moment. Then, they revealed a look of ecstasy and looked at Lin Ming as if they were looking at an idiot.    

"Slash!"    

Currently, Zhao Haotian's square face was filled with ruthlessness.    

"Clang, creak."    

However, the next moment, when his sword made contact with Lin Ming's palm, the scene of flesh and blood flying didn't appear.    

Instead.    

A sound of metal colliding was heard, followed by the sound of grinding teeth.    

The steel sword in Lin Ming's hand had actually been kneaded into a fried dough twist.    

At this moment, the young man, who looked like a god of slaughter, appeared in front of Zhao Haotian in an instant.    

"Impossible."    

Zhao Haotian cried out in shock.    

How could a person's palm be so hard and impenetrable?    

At this moment, Lin Ming's palm was glowing with a faint metallic luster.    

Fiendgod Tyrant Body Spell, Iron Skin realm.    

The mocking smile on the faces of the Soaring Cloud Peak disciples who mocked Lin Ming froze on the spot, making them look extremely funny.    

The disciples of Earth Emperor Peak were even more dumbstruck.    

The disciples of the Earth Fiend Sect also sucked in a breath of cold air.    

So hard.    

"Soaring Cloud Seal!"    

He let out a low roar. After all, he was the number one Earthly Origin Stage warrior in the Soaring Cloud Peak. No matter if it was his combat experience or his mental state, he was able to recover quickly.    

Zhao Haotian immediately formed a seal with one of his hands and circulated his Yuan energy crazily. He was going to use the ultimate skill of the Soaring Cloud Peak - Profound Rank High Grade martial skill, Soaring Cloud Seal.    

Upon seeing this,    

what?    

However, even though Zhao Haotian had reacted, he had already lost the initiative.    

Furthermore, Lin Ming was faster than him.    

"Give it to me."    

Slap.    

Lin Ming's hand grabbed onto the palm that was forming the seal.    

* Crack *    

The sound of bones breaking could be heard.    

"AH!"    

Before Zhao Haotian could even scream, Lin Ming's punch had already landed on his abdomen.    

Puff!    

It was as if a balloon had exploded.    

The surrounding spectators were all shocked.    

His dantian had shattered?    

Hiss.    

However, all of this was merely the beginning.    

After being punched in the abdomen by Lin Ming, Zhao Haotian's body bent like a shrimp.    

Lin Ming's right hand grabbed his hair and lifted his knee to hit Zhao Haotian's face.    

Puchi.    

Zhao Haotian felt as if his head was about to explode. The red, green, yellow, and purple colors were messy and messy.    

Everyone was horrified.    

How strong was the force that lifted one's knee? Zhao Haotian's hair had been deformed by the shell.    

Zhao Haotian's body was pushed back.    

But...    

Obviously, Lin Ming didn't plan to let him go just like that. He grabbed Zhao Haotian's ankle with his palm.    

Now.    

The Fiendgod Tyrant Body Spell had reached the first realm of the First Layer, the Iron Skin realm.    

Lin Ming could feel the violent energy surging within his body. It was like a volcano that had been accumulating for many years, ready to erupt at any moment.    

"If I beat you up, you will have no moral integrity, it will be a disgrace to the sect!"    

Bang!    

As Lin Ming's words fell, Zhao Haotian's figure was like a hammer, smashing fiercely onto the hard rock.    

Crack.    

Even the hard rock was covered in cracks.    

"Two hits you, inverting black and white, distorting the truth."    

Peng.    

Blood splattered, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, making one's scalp go numb.    

"I'll hit you three times, bully the weak, bully fellow disciples!"    

Bang.    

This strike landed.    

The disciple of the Earth Emperor Peak felt his blood boiling as he shouted, "Well done!"    

Each and every one of them was excited, and their blood was boiling.    

"Four hits on you, shameless and shameless, sneak attack!"    

Bang.    

Following the fourth crash, the entire Zhao Haotian's body was in tatters and was in a state of disrepair.    

Even if he didn't die, there was no way he could be saved.    

Lin Ming flung him away like a piece of trash.    

He pointed his finger at the Earth Fiend Sect and said with an imposing manner, "It's your turn."