So, at the moment the sledgehammer fell, a rock-like wall had already blocked Tang Ling.

‘Boom’, the sledgehammer fell on the stone wall.

With just a brief collision, the stone wall instantly cracked and then shattered. But at the same time, the sledgehammer transformed by Tang Feng also shattered.

The splash of slags swept away and then disappeared inexplicably in the air.

Tang Feng had a smile on his face, but with this smile, another hammer appeared above.

This time, the sledgehammer was one size smaller than the previous one, but those who have a little understanding of mental power or have a deeper sense of artistic conception can detect that compared to the huge and scary sledgehammer before, this sledgehammer with the size one size is obviously much more condensed, and some things are not huge and have power.

This is the simplest change of self-will - condensation. Tang Ling could naturally see it at a glance. He even felt that this attack. Tang Feng's self-will strengthened a little, and the mental power invested in it naturally strengthened three points.

But are you afraid? Of course you are not afraid!

Tang Ling waved his hand, and a giant spiraling shield appeared in front of him.

The sledgehammer fell down fiercely, and the rotating giant shield naturally blocked the sledgehammer's attack, and cleverly used the power of the rotation to eliminate part of the mental impact.

Then, with the huge shield breaking, the sledgehammer breaks again.

It has to be said that the father and son are extremely clever in the use of their own will and the spiritual power. Tang Feng's cleverness lies in the fact that he is particular about his techniques when he drops the hammer and exerts the maximum mental impact.

Tang Ling can be said to have used the moves and used the power of rotation to crack it.

The second hammer, the smile on Tang Feng's face became deeper and deeper.

It's ridiculous that it has nothing to do with his attack. After the second sledgehammer was broken, a smaller sledgehammer appeared in the sky again. There was no doubt that Tang Feng's attack was more and more condensed, and his own will gradually make people feel "materialization", as if condensed into a piece of steel.

Tang Ling, who was born in a newborn calf, was also fearless, with excitement in his eyes, as if the sharper Tang Feng's attack was, the more interesting it was...

The entire grassland transformed by Tang Feng finally changed a little because of the struggle between father and son. All the scenes began to be inexplicably unstable, as if they would break and shake off at any time.

But neither father nor son cared about this. Tang Feng was more ruthless than one hammer, and faster than one hammer. He seemed too lazy to change any new attack, so he chose the mental hammer that contained increasingly tenacity self-will.

What shocked Tang Ling was that a sledgehammer would be used in a superb way by Tang Feng. Tang Feng's use of the same weapon became more and more tricky, and even used the method of hammering and ground to cause shock, making Tang Ling's mental power unstable.

But no matter how shocked she was, Tang Ling, who was born with a nearly perverted sensitivity to combat and had a sense of combat, always had the right moves to deal with them...

All this shocked Tang Feng even more, just because this kind of combat talent is not available to Tang Feng, and this kind of talent that is like being born for battle is unique to Tang Ling himself.

Even if he has too rich combat experience, Tang Feng must admit that he could not do the solution several times.

So Tang Feng smiled happily. Such a smile was less rude and more sincere, which made people feel warm in their eyes.

He is proud of his son, although it is impossible to say it according to his character.

But at the same time, there was a deep sadness hidden in Tang Feng's eyes.

Everything has a price. With such a high talent, the life born for war is destined to bear more. If Tang Ling could be more ordinary...

But this is impossible. Tang Feng abandoned this fantasy since Tang Ling was born. This kid's extraordinaryness has been so earth-shaking since he was born. Who knows better than his father? So...

Thinking of this, Tang Feng frowned. What a distant past, some painful memories...

If Tang Feng had the changes in these micro-expressions, Tang Ling, who had amazing insight, would have noticed them, but dealing with increasingly difficult attacks, he could no longer allow Tang Ling to be distracted, so he did not notice them either.

In a blink of an eye, the attack has been carried out nine times.

Tang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Ling: "Yes, I've been attacked nine times."

Tang Ling didn't say anything, and his eyes flashing with excitement and confidence had already shown his pride at this moment.

"I don't like long battles, so let's just be the last time. This time, you must attack according to the limit of the results of one day's cultivation. It's very dangerous. Think clearly, otherwise you will admit defeat." Tang Fengyun said calmly.

In fact, Tang Feng was not calm at this moment, just because Tang Ling was completely qualified for the first eight attacks, which met his expectations.

But Tang Feng has the final say about what the limit of a day is.

According to Tang Feng's expectations, he did try Tang Ling ten attacks, but this kid was so outstanding that the power that Tang Feng should increase in every attack was unknowingly more, and he reached the expected limit just eight times.

The ninth time was Tang Feng's test. He wanted to know if Tang Ling could bear more? The result was joyful.

Since this is the case, Tang Feng still wants stronger tests, but Tang Feng originally did not consider this test because it was a bit dangerous.

But Tang Ling is a person who loves to bet on life and death at critical moments. This personality undoubtedly comes from Tang Feng...

Therefore, as soon as the idea of ​​stronger temptation appeared, Tang Feng could not suppress this idea. Of course, Tang Feng was confident that if Tang Ling could not bear it, he could also hold it at a critical moment. Even in essence, this was just a wisp of spiritual power with his own will as the core.

But - it's OK!

"Come on." Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling is even more crazy. Does he care about danger? At this time, Tang Ling didn't think that Tang Feng would show mercy if he was his father.

If Tang Feng was such a soft-hearted person, why would he and Tang Long be left behind?

Thinking of this, anger burned in Tang Ling's heart once, and because of anger, Tang Ling's will suddenly rise.

Tang Feng saw it and sighed: "Very good."

While speaking, a normal-sized hammer appeared on Tang Feng's upper hand, a hammer with purple-red and slightly black colors mixed with white silver patterns.

Seeing this hammer, Tang Ling understood that the hammer had a stone rhyme, which was the second-level self-will.

If it is woody, it is yellow, but the color will go from dark to light, and it will turn red when it reaches the level of hardwood...

The woody rhyme of this hammer has obviously reached the extreme of hardwood, and has a stone rhyme.

Thinking of this, Tang Feng really respects him.

The hammer did not move in the sky, but the dangerous momentum was already rising.

Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling and asked for the last time: "Have you thought it through?"
Chapter completed!