The battle in the field made everyone feel numb when they saw it, especially the Sanhua Guardian, whose faces were extremely serious at this time.

They could clearly see that Tang Ming's fist was constantly improving in terms of control of strength and speed.

Look at the Golden Flower Elder Murong Qing. Although the petal giant can still condense, the Taoist rhyme on the petals is constantly disappearing, and I am afraid that it will completely disappear in no time.

Without the condensation of Taoist rhyme, this petal giant will never be able to recover.

During the battle, Murong Qing could even feel the dissipation of Taoist rhyme, and his eyes filled with haze stared at Tang Ming, almost spitting out fire.

This is the first time she has experienced such a helpless battle after practicing for so long.

This is not even considered a battle, it can only be called passively being beaten.

Every time her giant body had just condensed and she had no time to release her magical powers, Tang Ming's fist had already smashed and smashed her again.

If she continues like this, she doesn't know how many punches she can handle.

"Is it almost impossible to hold on?" Tang Ming looked at Murong Qing with some disappointment, "I still want to let you continue to familiarize myself with the strength of my body. Why can't I help but fight? I still have many ways to play without trying."

Murong Qing's heart finally collapsed. She could feel that Tang Ming was not joking.

Without hesitation at all, she spread the petals all over the sky, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the golden sacred flowers in the flower palace.

"Kill him!"

The cold sound spread all over the world at the same time.

Hearing this, the Sanhua Guardian was stunned. Finally, they gritted their teeth and directed the many disciples who had been ambushing them, and rushed towards Tang Ming.

The originally quiet flower palace actually appeared for no reason, completely surrounding the entire flower palace.

The disciples of the Three Veineds of the Sanhua Shenzong gathered here.

Seeing the situation on the battlefield change again, Tianzong's heart was already hanging in his throat.

But even now, Tang Ming has no intention of letting him take action, so he can only continue to wait quietly.

"Ha, do you think you can kill me with your life? It's ridiculous!"

Tang Ming was in circles and scolded him disdainfully.

He naturally would not be ruthless when it comes to the enemy who rushed up, and would kill each other.

At this time, the masters in the Sanhua Divine Sect and the middle stage of the transformation tripod almost all followed the sect leader to the Golden Palace.

But even so, among the younger generation of disciples in the sect, there are countless disciples of Daoxuan and Tianxuan, and there are many disciples from the early stage of the Transformation Ding to take charge.

The disciples of the Red Flower Lineage practice "Three Flowers Fighting Arts", using physical body and combat as the direction of practice.

At this moment, fifty or sixty of them were wearing red robes and quickly wandering on the ground, like red horses, coming towards Tang Ming.

Their speed was very fast, and their breath was cold and sharp, especially those who were leading the way, who had reached the early stage of the Ding Transformation.

Such a lineup, if placed outside the eight major Tianzongs, is enough to be comparable to a first-class sect.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

These disciples from the Red Flower lineage were already familiar with battles. When they were about to approach Tang Ming's 100-step range, they immediately burst out with a full body of momentum, evolved into sharp petals and flying blades, roaring towards Tang Ming.

It seemed that there were suddenly red silk threads passing by in the air, almost tearing the space apart.

Although with their strength, it is difficult to fight against the power of the middle stage of the Transformation Ding, so many people came to fight at the same time, and everyone surrounded them with the method of battle formation, and their power increased several times.

Facing countless flower shadows, I was afraid that the peak of the three levels of the transformation tripod came, and I would also have to feel regretful.

Even if it is the fourth level of the Transformation Cauldron, if you don’t think of some solutions, you won’t want to leave safely.

But how can Tang Ming’s power be understood by common sense?

Then I saw him raise his hand and press his palm forward.

The invisible energy suddenly turned into a wave of weather, starting from in front of him, and blinked and slapped on the red flower disciples in the front.

In an instant, their bodies stiffened, and then suddenly flew backwards, as if swept by strong winds and waves, and finally exploded in mid-air.

The remaining power of this palm continued to rush forward, and the power was astonishing as the earth.

"Flowers!"

But soon more than a dozen red flower disciples took action at the same time, and the shadows in their hands turned into scattered streams of light and rushed towards the energy.

These streamers continued to differentiate in the air, densely spreading around the world, and finally seemed to reach a limit, and at the same time came towards this energy.

boom!

It seemed like the sound of thunder thunder came, and these red flower disciples were hit by the aftermath of the impact of Qi and flew backward one after another.

Many disciples with lower cultivation even vomited blood from their mouths, which was so soft that they were on the ground.

But even so, they were just at a disadvantage and did not suffer fatal damage from this palm.

"oh?"

Tang Ming looked a little surprised.

With the power of his palm just now, if it were in the early stage of the transformation of the cauldron, it would probably be difficult for him to escape, let alone the monks under the transformation of the cauldron.

But I didn't expect that the battle formation formed by this group of Red Flower disciples could actually block his slap with the support of each other's strength.

This is the difference between the Tianzong monks and those ordinary monks.

Perhaps in that battle three years ago, the troops led by the Twelve Sects were also good at cooperation and siege, but they were not the same whole after all, and in the end they could only fight for their own battles.

However, these disciples of Tianzong really mastered the method of fighting formation and attacking. Fighting with one of them was like going to fight with everyone at the same time.

If the monks from the twelve sects were able to master such a battle formation technique, I am afraid that the outcome of the Battle of Medicine King Valley will be unknown.

But Tang Ming was just a little surprised and didn't take it too much.

After all, the palm that just now was just a slap he raised. If he had used his real power just now, these red flower disciples would have been shattered long ago.

After observing this battle formation, Tang Ming no longer had much interest. He immediately condensed his fists and burst into a roar like a thunderous roar.

boom!

He punched the ground, and a huge shock wave spread around, immediately wrapped the dozen red flower disciples just now.

Looking at the cracks that were approaching the ground, the red flower disciples had only despair in their eyes, and in the end they didn't even have the courage to escape. They could only watch themselves shattered by the force of the fist.

Blood suddenly drifted in this beautiful flower palace.

But this punch is just the beginning of the battle.

Many Red Flower disciples followed closely and continued to kill Tang Ming.

Many Red Flower disciples continued to fight forward.

Behind them, there were a group of monks dressed in different clothes, as if they were from other major sects.

The masters of the Ding Transformation of the Yellow Flower Line also took action at the same time, not intending to give Tang Ming a chance to breathe.
Chapter completed!