Meng Tiger was extremely frustrated.
His original intention was to let the Herculean Bull stay still.
If it was not fast enough, then it would use strength to make up for it.
Coupled with a thick defense, it should be invincible.
But he did not expect that … it was not that his army was incompetent, but that his opponent was too cunning!
He suppressed the depression in his heart and looked at Zhang Xing.
"Your dragon is … very powerful …"
He thought about it and did not know what to say, so he changed his words. "Now it's time for us to compete."
"Then let's begin!"
Zhang Xing smiled faintly.
"Boom!"
Both of their auras shook at the same time.
Zhang Xing suddenly activated his spiritual domain.
Magic in his left hand and Dragon Fist in his right.
Meng Tiger's combat aura formed a protective shield around him as he fought calmly.
"Is your spiritual domain very powerful?
Why do I feel that it's just so-so? "
He blocked all of Zhang Xing's attacks.
He said disdainfully.
"Oh, is that so?
I only used 60% of my strength. I'll give you two more points. "
As he spoke, his aura suddenly surged.
Meng Tiger's expression changed instantly, but he quickly regained his composure.
However, he was extremely shocked inside.
When he was watching Meng Long from the outside, he was so anxious that he scratched his head.
Wasn't it just a spiritual domain? As long as he was strong enough, he could just break it with brute force.
Now, he had personally experienced this feeling.
Only then did he understand Meng Long's frustration.
He was completely wrong.
It was useless to have powerful strength!
But if he could not use it, it was the same as having no strength!
He quickly thought of a solution in his mind.
At the same time, he regretted it.
He thought that he was two realms higher than Zhang Xing, so he boasted and wanted to personally experience the power of a spiritual domain.
But he did not expect to shoot himself in the foot.
"In my spiritual domain, I'm God. Put away all your delusions. You will never realize them."
Zhang Xing seemed to be able to see through his thoughts and said lightly.
"Hmph!
I don't believe that I, a Samsung Battle-Saint, will be trapped in your spiritual domain forever. "
"Show me what you've got. I'll take it all."
Meng Tiger said stubbornly.
"I hope you're as strong as you say."
As Zhang Xing spoke, his five fingers slowly closed.
"Sacred Dragon Fist's first form, Star Splitter!"
Boom!
Meng Hu's expression changed.
The scene in front of him instantly turned into a vast starry sky.
A huge fist flew over from the distant Heavenly River at an extremely fast speed.
Wherever the fist passed, no matter what kind of planet it was, it was all shattered, and it shot towards him like a hot knife through butter.
When Zhang Xing fought with Meng Long, he did not use his full strength at all.
But Tiger Meng was different. He was a real Samsung battle-saint.
If he didn't use his full strength, it would be difficult to shake him.
Tiger Meng felt that he was too insignificant.
The planet had been destroyed, so how could an ant-like person like him be safe and sound?
He was afraid that he would be smashed to smithereens just by being grazed by his fist.
He trembled in fear and wanted to escape, but that fist covered the sky. Where could he hide?
No!
I don't want to run!
I want to fight him!
Everyone from the Meng family was puzzled when they saw his expression.
What's wrong with Meng Tiger?
Why is he so scared?
Zhang Xing's punch was just a normal one. He could have just blocked it and counterattacked. Why is he trembling in fear?
Most people could not see through him and could not understand him.
The four-star and five-star battle-saints were deep in thought.
The six-star battle-saints and above nodded in approval.
This martial technique was extraordinary. It could make people fall into an illusion.
But what they admired the most was Zhang Xing's spiritual domain.
It was not easy to fully comprehend this realm at the age of seventeen or eighteen!