Chapter 229

As soon as the steel whip became full of strength, Lin Pojun moved his feet, and he rushed towards Ye Tian like a tiger, thundering every step of the way, finger-deep footprints every step, the floor exploded inch by inch.

The majesty of the master is so overbearing!

When there were still a few meters away from Ye Tian, ​​Lin Pojun suddenly flew up, and whipped out violently with the steel whip in his hand.

What I saw was a powerful steel whip several feet long sweeping across the void. The speed of the whip shadow was so fast that it almost broke through the sound barrier and pulled out a long white mark. The void seemed to be torn apart like an angry dragon dancing In the air, the roar resounded through the sky.

At this moment, Lin Pojun is really like a god, holding the Nine Heavens Divine Whip, and punishing on behalf of the sky.

Everyone in the Lin clan turned pale with shock, shocked by the might of the master, and shocked by the domineering Lin family.

I don't know how many years, the Lin family finally produced a master. And the last time the Lin family had a grand master, who knows how many years ago, at least for the past hundred years, there was no trace of a grand master in the Lin family's genealogy.

From now on, the rumors in the rivers and lakes that "there is Shibaitian in the north, and Wuyazi in the south" will be changed to "there is Shibaitian in the north, and Lin Pojun in the south", because Wuyazi is not a master at all, but a true practitioner of Dharma , but has the prestige of a master.

"It's too powerful, and hitting the magic whip is nothing more than that!" The whole group was shocked.

"That's right, no wonder our Lin family's Tangsi Jin can kill Grandmaster."

"The owner's whip will definitely kill Ye Xiao'er."

"The Patriarch is mighty!"

"Patriarch is invincible."

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The members of the Lin family screamed like chicken blood, and expressed their great trust in the patriarch's defeat of Ye Tian.

An old man shook his head, and said: "You guys are thinking too simply. The grandmaster is like a dragon, how can he be so easy to kill? Even the previous patriarch beheaded the grandmaster, it was full of luck."

"Grandpa, how can you build up the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige? The previous Patriarch only had internal strength, and he was able to kill the Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm, even if it was a fluke, and our current Patriarch is the Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm. Killing the Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm is definitely more important. Easy." The younger generation dissatisfied.

"What do you know, little one? The Patriarch has just broken through the Transformation Realm and hasn't had time to consolidate his foundation. Although he has the Transformation Realm, he can't exert much of his Transformation Realm strength! Moreover,

The Patriarch of Chansijin has only a small success at most, and he is still a bit short of a great success. Our Lin family's Chansijin has a total of nine changes, and I don't know how many changes the Patriarch has mastered. "

Hearing what the old man said, the faces of the clansmen all sank.

At this time, Lin Zimo's shout suddenly sounded, "Grandpa, be careful, he is also a master."

However, the sound of the vigorous steel whip piercing the air was too loud, almost sonic boom, her voice was drowned out, and Lin Pojun, who was flying in the air, could only vaguely hear his granddaughter reminding him to be careful, and he didn't hear the second half of Ye Tian is the master arrive.

"Grandpa is already a grandmaster. Killing people is like killing chickens, crushing people is like crushing ants. There is no need to be careful. Even if the kid in front of him is a quasi-grandmaster at half-step transformation, grandpa can kill with one hand." Lin Pojun thought wry smile. However, the reminder from his granddaughter made him feel very relieved.

The steel whip swept across like an angry dragon dancing through the sky, sealing all Ye Tian's escape routes. Lin Pojun was confident that Ye Tian could be beheaded with one whip, but it was really not enough to beat him half to death, another whip would definitely kill him.

How can killing Ye Tian alone solve the hatred in his heart, and then he will kill all Ye Tian's relatives and slaughter them all!

When the grand master got angry, corpses were floating all over the place, this is no joke!

In the arena, Lin Pojun's powerful steel whip rolled up a white wave of air, and there was a sharp sound of piercing through the air. He didn't run away, no, he didn't even move, only his eyes were moving.

Are you scared?

Sitting still?

No way?

The Lin family was stunned. Even Lin Pojun couldn't believe it. Although his whip shadow blocked all Ye Tian's escape routes, if he tried to break through, he still had the possibility of surviving.

However, Ye Tian sat firmly on the tiger-skin chair, controlling everything like a king, with no trace of fear in his expression, as if Mount Tai could collapse on the top without changing his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Does he have any backhand?

Lin Pojun couldn't believe it.

"Pretend to be a ghost, die to me!" Lin Pojun roared, the strength in his hand increased a bit, and the tip of the whip whipped away at Ye Tian's body at a faster speed, and the sound wave of the air explosion was enough to pierce through it. Human eardrum.

The tip of a whip has the fastest speed. When the whip tip pulls out white marks like water mist, it can be concluded that the speed has exceeded the sound barrier, and there were only vague afterimages of white marks at the subsonic speed just now.

How fast is the speed of sound, 340 meters per second, killing high-speed rail and magnetic levitation in seconds, and the human eyes can't even react. The destructive force caused by a whip at such a speed is no different from a collision between a flying bird and a supersonic aircraft in the sky, and it can knock a big hole out of the strong and sturdy nose.

Even if Ye Tian has a body of steel armor, his skin would be torn apart under this whip, and the possibility of death is very high.

So, is that really the case?

Ye Tian sat still, not just waiting to die, but with a well-thought-out plan and everything under control. The moment Lin Pojun pulled out his whip, the trajectory of the whip was locked by Ye Tian's consciousness. In the eyes of others, the whip is extremely fast, but in his eyes, it is dozens of times slower.

His consciousness can even catch bullets, let alone a whip?

The speed of the whip tip is fast, and Ye Tian's shot speed is even faster. The Lin family didn't even see how or when he made the move, and he held the whip in his hand. There was still no major movement in his body, only his right arm was raised, and his five fingers moved. It was as if this whip of divine punishment, which contained immense power, was just a dog rope to him, and he could hold it in his hand at will, but on the other end of the rope, Lin Pojun, who was still in mid-air, was a puppy.

Lin Pojun's pupils suddenly shrank, but it was too late.

"Fall!" Ye Tian's face turned cold, and the so-called Heaven's Punishment Whip in his hand shook down violently. An overwhelming force was transmitted from his hand to the whip, and then passed through the whip to the sky in the blink of an eye. On Lin Pojun.

In mid-air, Lin Pojun not only had nowhere to borrow his strength, but before he even reacted, a powerful dragging force surged towards him, and his body fell to the ground like a diving fighter jet. Booming, a big crater was knocked out of the concrete floor in an instant, and the body continued to slide forward under the inertia. The floor exploded inch by inch, pulling out a long gully, facing the tiger leather seat under Ye Tianzuo.

"Ah, how is this possible?" Halfway through, Lin Pojun yelled in disbelief, his voice was shrill and piercing, like the roar of a devil.

The Lin family also gasped, unable to believe it was true.

Seeing Lin Pojun rushing towards him in embarrassment, Ye Tian raised his big foot, ready to step on it, making Lin Pojun his prisoner.

How could Lin Pojun let Ye Tian succeed? He is a master after all, and his reaction speed is beyond the reach of ordinary warriors. Relying on the strong inertia of his body rushing forward, he kicked his feet suddenly, and he flew straight up from the ravine again. His body was like a cannon fired from the chamber, and his right fist was clenched tightly, facing Ye Tian's body straight. The body blasts away.

Everyone in the Lin family was shocked again. They didn't expect that the Patriarch could turn passive into active, turn disadvantage into advantage, and attack Ye Tian again, showing the ability of a master.

With the inertia of his body, Lin Pojun threw the most powerful punch in his life. The qi force steel whip disappeared at some point, and turned into qi force to wrap around the tip of his fist. The force of the fist swept across, and the light of the fist pierced through the air. To Ye Tian's face.

"Very good, very powerful. The suzerain is mighty!"

"The suzerain is domineering!"

"The suzerain must win!"

"Ye Xiaoer must die!"

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The Lin family couldn't help being overjoyed, and some even clapped their hands and applauded, celebrating the victory of the head of the family in advance.

At this time, the distance between the two was only two or three meters, which can be described as close at hand, and Lin Pojun's speed was extremely fast. God Ye Tian usually sat on a tiger leather chair, and there was no way to hide.

"Surrender!" Lin Pojun was furious and shouted loudly.

He was confident that this fist could explode a small hill, and Ye Tian would definitely die.

"Get out!" Ye Tian also yelled loudly, seeming a little impatient, and punched out.

Fist with fist!

His fist is so big and clumsy, without any tricks, just like the fists thrown by ordinary teenagers in street fights. It doesn't seem to have much lethality, and it is far less shocking and violent than Lin Pojun's iron fist full of strength. .

A faint joy of victory appeared on Lin Pojun's face, Ye Tian was already a dead man in his eyes. He was confident that this punch could not only smash Ye Tian's arm into pieces, but also smash most of his body into a pulp.

Everyone in the Lin family was also overjoyed, believing that this fist of the Patriarch could kill Ye Tian, ​​and even if it was not good enough, he would be half dead.

But Lin Zimo's face was anxious and worried, and a terrifying picture suddenly appeared in her eyes: not many days ago, in the black boxing field of Jinxiu Villa, Ye Tian turned around and punched his cousin Lin Yu's right arm into a pulp, Blood and water splashed, and broken bones and rotten flesh flew across.

"Don't do it!" Lin Zimo prayed in her heart, praying that Ye Tian's arm would not be broken by Ye Tian's blast.

If Lin Pojun knew what his granddaughter was thinking at this moment, he would probably vomit blood in anger. However, thanks to his granddaughter's prayers, his arm was saved.

Ye Tian's fist looks ordinary, light and fluttering like catkins, but once it touches Lin Pojun's fist, it is like a diamond drill, unstoppable, easily tearing apart the substantial fist wrapped around Lin Pojun's fist strength.

Lin Pojun suddenly felt that it was not good, but it was too late to stop. An overwhelming force followed closely, penetrating his whole body like a nuclear shock wave, wave after wave, wave after wave. His fist was numb, his arm was sore, and he felt that the entire right arm was not his own. Even a little more strength could break his arm. Fortunately, at this time, he flew upside down.