Chapter 138: The heroes are hunting, I will take it all on myself!
Buzz!
In the venue, as the warm-up ended.
The ground was seen to vibrate slightly, and the nine arenas in the middle were slowly descending.
Amid the sound of gears turning, the open space in the center slowly split, revealing three larger square arenas.
They were hundreds of meters in size, and were made of some kind of gray material.
There were no fences on both sides, and it was open and solid.
In addition, several virtual screens were projected from the ground instruments, suspended in the air, and the names of the masters of the Ru Jin were flashing like drawing lots.
But everyone didn't pay much attention to this.
Instead, they frowned and looked at the seat of the Feilong School.
"During the Ru Jin competition, please ask all the true meanings and sect leaders to come to the back room of the venue for a chat."
Jiang Yunshan, who was responsible for presiding over the order of the venue, spoke again, and the elders of the Jin Feiying School frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Jiang Yunshan, what exactly do you want to do with your Feilong School?"
In the questioning voice, the other top schools had the same expression.
It was strange that Feilongliu suddenly intervened in this martial arts conference.
In addition, given the current situation, they all found something wrong.
"Haha, it's my fault for not making it clear."
Jiang Yunshan did not get angry, but instead bowed and added: "It was the Grandmaster of my sect who invited you, not my personal order." As
soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became quiet.
Even the people who were as unruly as the Golden Eagle Sect were quiet.
Grandmaster, the pinnacle of martial arts.
No one dared not give him face.
"What a grandmaster's invitation."
An old man from the Golden Sword Sect snorted coldly, and finally took the initiative to walk towards the exit at the back of the venue.
Seeing him take the lead, the True Meaning elders of other top sects had different expressions. Some
snorted coldly or shook their sleeves, and finally chose to follow silently.
One by one, the True Meaning left the venue, and Chen Feng and others looked at their own sect masters.
"I think something big is going to happen."
"Ah,"
said the Lu Sect Master of Wanlian Sect, shaking his head. Li Tong looked serious, and his previous smiling expression gradually faded.
Finally, he hesitated for a moment.
He looked at Chen Feng.
"My dear disciple, I'll leave it to you in a while." When
their eyes met, Chen Feng felt something was wrong.
As if he had seen through his thoughts, Li Tong gestured to the left and right to show the true intentions of the schools that were leaving.
The number of people was increasing, and a great trend had already formed.
Moreover, this was a request from the Grandmaster.
"Don't worry, the Grandmaster is also a man of honor."
Patting Chen Feng on the shoulder, Li Tong finally turned around and left with Sect Master Lu.
Watching the other party's slightly fat back, Chen Feng remained silent.
"Will the Master be okay?"
Zhao Tingxiao said with some concern.
"With so many schools here, the Feilong School should not mess around." Lin Xiaoyun analyzed rationally.
Having said that, several people were still a little worried.
Since they came to Yungang, they felt restricted everywhere.
At this moment, this feeling was even more suppressed to the extreme.
The atmosphere was silent until the end.
It can be seen that Chen Feng sat back in his original position without saying a word.
Grandmaster.
Everything was because of these two words.
The reason why the Yanhu School retreated and left was because of this.
The same is true for the Flying Dragon School, which was able to go against the trend and dominate Yungang for thirty years.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him.
[Heart of Glory LV1: 90/100]
If the talent can be upgraded, so that the Holy Shield Colossus can get a chance to strengthen.
Even the Grandmaster may not be unable to deal with it.
"Junior Brother Chen?"
Seeing some coldness in Chen Feng's eyes, Zhao Jushan asked worriedly.
"It will end."
Chen Feng closed his eyes and opened them again, giving a response.
"Everything will end."
Bang! !
Ten minutes later, on the No. 3 ring.
A figure flew out backwards.
The second-level entry was knocked away by a palm, fell off the stage, and fainted on the spot.
Dao looked at him with surprise and doubt. The young man in the blue robe of the flying dragon on the ring had a dull face, and there was a seven-character embroidery on his cuffs.
"Too weak."
Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he glanced at all the schools in the venue.
Zhan Wushuang of the Golden Eagle Style, Pang Kui of the Whale Body Covering Sea Style, Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Sect, and the Lion Heart Style.
They were all top-level entry masters in the intelligence, including Chen Feng.
They looked at each other and then withdrew their gazes indifferently.
He then looked around.
The battles on the other two rings were still going on, and they were all weak players from other schools.
"Why do we have to draw lots?"
"Can't we solve it in one go?"
He shook his head in confusion, and fortunately he turned over and jumped off the ring.
"This person is very strong, and seems to be the seventh true disciple of the Flying Dragon Style."
"I heard that there are six more people like this, all under the age of 30, and each of them is at the third level of entry, and each one is stronger than the other."
"The Flying Dragon Style is going to trample all schools under its feet."
The discussion continued, and in the seats of the Giant Elephant Sect, Zhang Tai and Zheng Shan looked serious.
Several true disciples of the Golden Eagle Style and several strong men of the Whale Body Covering Sea Style
Chen Feng could sense their solemnity, including Zhao Jushan and others around him.
Beep!
The ring was empty, and the virtual screen flashed the number again.
Soon, a striking figure stood up.
Like a giant killer whale, his breath caused a rolling sea wave.
"It's Pang Kui!"
Zhao Jushan's face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on him.
His two-meter-tall burly body stomped on the ground and jumped onto the stage.
Boom!
The ground shook slightly.
Then, as the screen flickered again, the opponent was decided.
Everyone's faces suddenly froze.
Step!
An equally burly figure in a blue robe walked out slowly, looking about twenty-six or twenty-seven, and walked up the steps to the stage.
The flying dragon on his body was baring its fangs and claws, and the three words on his cuffs were eye-catching.
"Is it the third true disciple of the Flying Dragon School?"
"Then Pang Kui will definitely win, right?"
Similar whispers sounded, and Zhan Wushuang of the Golden Eagle School narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Give up."
Pang Kui stood in place, expressionless, and said, "I don't know what you Flying Dragon School are doing."
"But it's just entering the strength, and no one can beat me yet."
Without answering, the third true disciple just waited for the referee's wave.
Start!
Whoosh!!
The figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Pang Kui.
The pupils contracted, and he saw a punch.
Roar!!!
It was as if a flying dragon appeared, and the dragon
roared continuously. The sound of the crashing waves was raised, and Pang Kui, who was hit in the chest, changed his face slightly, and quickly lowered his center of gravity.
Boom!!!
The air wave exploded from behind him, and a fist-thick column of strength penetrated through and lingered in the air for several meters.
The dark whale-patterned robe was shattered, and the veins on Pang Kui's face were visible. He shouted and waved his arms, and his ears were filled with
water. It seemed that a killer whale hit the waves, and the repressive energy locked everything.
The air whistled, and the white air exploded.
Swish!!!
However, the next second.
The unstoppable fists suddenly hit the air, and the third true disciple disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Pang Kui.
"How is it possible!"
"He actually avoided the six styles of the whale body."
"He can even avoid the energy lock?"
Someone in the audience exclaimed, and the people of the top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect were all very solemn. Even Zhan Wushuang, who was recognized as the strongest, showed a look of fear.
"It's over."
Yin! !
The energy column burst out again, like an invisible force that penetrated Pang Kui's body, emerged from behind him, and tore the air.
One, two, three.
Nine consecutive attacks, the blue figure flashed continuously.
Boom! !
The huge body like a mountain staggered and shook, and Pang Kui's mouth was bleeding. His face turned pale and he half-knelt on the ground.
"You can let me throw nine punches in a row."
"You, not weak."
The palm stopped at the other's neck. Although the third true transmission consumed a lot, the breath was still extremely strong.
The four looked at each other, and Pang Kui gritted his teeth unwillingly.
"Lost."
"Pang Kui actually lost?"
Many people stared at the ring with their eyes wide open in disbelief. Chen Feng also squinted at the ring, feeling a little surprised.
In the breath perception, this third true transmission was not much stronger than Pang Kui.
But in the end, it ended so quickly.
Zhao Jushan and the other three on the side also couldn't recover for a long time, but the next second.
Beep!
Another arena was vacated, the screen flickered, and a new duel was drawn again.
[Yanhu Liu, Zhao Jushan, Arena No. 2! ]
The draw was frozen, and Zhao Jushan exhaled a foul breath.
Then, he nodded gently to Chen Feng, who was dressed in a gray robe and quickly left his seat and walked towards the ring.
"Don't worry, Jushan's bronze statue skill is almost complete."
As if seeing Zhao Tingxiao's worry, Lin Xiaoyun suppressed the suspicion of watching the game and quickly comforted him: "It's not that he hasn't dealt with the third level of entering strength. As long as he doesn't encounter those top sects, then..."
Beep!
The opponent on the virtual screen froze.
Flying dragon blue robe, with the word six on the cuffs.
Lin Xiaoyun's words were interrupted, and many eyes on the field looked at him.
Step!
The sixth true disciple of the Flying Dragon School was like a swimming dragon, standing on the ring, with a particularly conspicuous disdain on his face.
"Flame Tiger School, hehe."
He looked at Zhao Jushan, who had a solemn face, and stood opposite the ring seven or eight meters away.
There was a playful flash in his eyes, and his words fell lightly.
"Kowtowing and admit defeat, otherwise I will beat you to pieces."
The tiger's eyes were spitting fire, but Zhao Jushan was still restraining his emotions.
Until the end, the referee waved his hand.
"If you don't admit defeat, then don't blame me"
"Stop talking nonsense!" He
stomped on the ground and burst out, interrupting the opponent.
Zhao Jushan attacked brazenly, leaving no room for maneuver.
His realm was already weaker, if he let out the evil spirit in his heart, how could he compete?
Buzz!!
Bronze covered his whole body, and he punched out, and the deep red power condensed in it.
Bang!
The power exploded and hit the opponent
. Zhao Jushan's mood sank to the bottom without any joy.
He took a look and saw that his full-strength punch was easily received by the opponent's raised palm.
It was like a flame meeting a stream of water.
The blue power flowed endlessly, and all the deep red power was sizzling and smoking, and thus annihilated.
"I told you to admit defeat."
Whoosh!!!
A blue palm suddenly blasted out and hit Zhao Jushan's chest directly.
Bang!!
The bronze chest sank downward, and the body arched back.
The tiger's eyes widened, bloodshot.
Even though he had strong skills and was about to practice bronze statue skills to perfection.
Zhao Jushan still felt a sharp pain, as if his sternum was about to break.
In contrast, the blue-robed young man shook his body and easily removed all the recoil.
And.
The five fingers of his left hand grasped his fist tightly like a dragon claw, and then his right arm broke through the air, leaving a series of afterimages.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The gray robe was shattered into flying catkins, and a series of concave palm prints were left on Zhao Jushan's chest.
His bloodshot eyes gradually closed, and his strong breath fell rapidly.
Boom!
His body fell weakly, and in just a few seconds, Zhao Jushan had already leaned back and fainted on the spot.
In an instant.
Chen Feng's face turned cold, and Lin Xiaoyun beside him had the same expression.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Tingxiao looked anxious, and hurriedly left his seat and went forward to help the other party.
The referee of Feilongliu was indifferent throughout the whole process. The faces of other schools in the seats were different, some frowned and some talked.
"You hit so hard?"
"You almost beat him to death."
"So cruel."
Zheng Shan and other top sects' true disciples all had complicated expressions. Pang Kui, who was helped off the stage, shook his head.
Feilongliu was still a little worried about dealing with him and others, but he was not very good at dealing with Yanhuliu.
"You are so weak, what kind of rubbish hard skills have you practiced."
The sixth true disciple said calmly, with a slightly sarcastic tone.
Zhao Tingxiao carried the unconscious Zhao Jushan, his face flushed, and his fists clenched.
Beep!
Suddenly, at this moment.
Another empty ring had a virtual screen flashing again, and a new match was set.
[Yanhuliu, Lin Xiaoyun, Ring No. 3! ]
When the information came out, Lin Xiaoyun was stunned.
The next second, the screen flashed again.
The picture froze, and the opponent appeared.
As if expected, the opponent actually stepped onto the ring first.
Looking closely, the physique was medium, and even a little familiar.
"Another Seventh True Transmission!"
"Oh my god, what's going on?"
"Why are they always the Flying Dragon Clan?"
Chen Feng stood up coldly as the discussion began.
However, he seemed to have noticed something.
Beep!
The screen on the stage where Zhao Jushan was located suddenly flickered and the picture froze.
[Flame Tiger Clan, Zhao Tingxiao, Stage 2. ]
Everyone was stunned, including Zhao Tingxiao.
Before he could react, he could see that the Sixth True Transmission on the stage was motionless, showing a sarcastic smile.
At the same time, the virtual screen behind him flickered and froze, and a face identical to his appeared.
"Fuck!"
"This is not right!"
"Haven't you figured it out yet? The Flying Dragon Clan is going to beat the Flame Tiger Clan to death!"
Chen Feng's face turned completely cold as the discussion reached his ears.
"I'm afraid that the Flame Tiger Clan will fall to the bottom of the ranking this time."
Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Sect shook his head, seeing the clues, and felt a little pity.
Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui, who was healing, also had similar expressions.
Beep!
Suddenly, the screen of the last empty stage No. 1 flickered, and the expected name appeared.
[Yanhu Liu, Chen Feng, stage No. 1! ]
The words froze, and footsteps sounded.
The handwriting on the sleeve of the blue robe was five, and a thin young man in his twenties stepped onto the stage.
In an instant, the atmosphere was silent, and many people couldn't help swallowing their saliva.
In the last row of seats of the "Flame Tiger School"
, Liu Fangming and his apprentice of the Heart Monkey School had complicated expressions, but they did not dare to intervene.
The disciples of the Wanlian Sect were angry, and some could not help but seek help from the top sects.
"This is targeted!"
"Brother Zhan Wushuang, can you please mediate?"
Zhao Jushan's friend Qin Tao sincerely requested, looking at Zhan Wushuang.
His eyelids twitched slightly, and he had already felt the dangerous gaze of the Flying Dragon School.
The first and second true disciples, and even the third true disciple, had begun to recover their strength. Sighing
,
Zhan Wushuang closed his eyes and shook his head, not intending to intervene.
Qin Tao was disappointed and looked at Pang Kui and others.
"Brother."
Zhang Tai of the Giant Elephant Sect was a little reluctant and wanted to speak, but Zheng Shan shook his head to stop him.
Suddenly, the atmosphere was silent and no one responded.
Qin Tao wanted to say more.
Click!
His shoulder was pressed down, and he tilted his head to look.
Chen Feng, who was sitting nearby, stood up at some point and shook his head at him.
"Brother Qin Tao, thank you."
He took a step and released his palm.
He brushed past the other party, walked out of the seat with Lin Xiaoyun, and came to the side of the ring.
This is a fight between dragons and tigers, a feud between the Yanhu School and the Feilong School.
It is indeed wrong to involve more people.
"Brother."
Zhao Tingxiao's face flushed, and he was still carrying the unconscious Zhao Jushan on his back. He felt extremely bitter, his nose was sour, and his eyes were slightly red.
He is a genius in Nanjiang City.
But he is as weak as dust in Yungang.
The elders who used to love and care for him are gone, and the frustration and depression of being isolated and helpless are about to break him.
Step!
When he moved again, Chen Feng was already standing in front of him.
He patted his shoulder and then looked up at the venue.
This place is large enough to accommodate
tens of thousands of people. But unfortunately, there is no place for them from the Yanhu School.
Thousands of people gathered their eyes, and the Feilong Zhenchuan on the three rings had different expressions.
Some were sneering or joking, and there were four others with stronger auras, watching with their arms folded, staring at him.
"So, you are the strongest in the southern martial arts world under the true meaning?"
Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as the frosty lake water.
Zhan Wushuang, Pang Kui and others frowned slightly, and the people of Feilong School showed naked mockery.
"Yes, you can say that."
The thin Fifth True Transmission stood on the No. 1 ring, spread his hands, and smiled indifferently: "For what you just said, I can give you a chance."
"Kneel down, representing the Yanhu School's surrender."
"From now on, you will never set foot in Yungang, and you can leave this place." As
the voice fell, someone from the direction of Songhe School showed a happy sneer.
The malice of Yiquan School, Feiniao School, and Giant Bear School
became more and more intense, and the smiles and jokes of revenge clearly emerged in the perception.
"Then there is no need to waste time."
Chen Feng stepped slowly and stepped onto the No. 1 ring.
Without even looking at the Fifth True Transmission, he looked around at all the people of Feilong School under the stage, including the surrounding referees.
"You, come on together."
Chapter 139 Tiger beats dragon, violent killing!
"Elder Jiang, may I ask where the Grandmaster of Flying Dragon is?"
In a huge quiet room at the back of the venue, the old man of the Golden Eagle School frowned and asked.
One by one, the true meaning masters of the southern martial arts world sat around. Looking carefully, there was a red oval wooden table in the center of the room, and rows of wooden chairs extending back to the wall.
The Grandmaster of the Flying Dragon School never showed up, and many people were secretly surprised.
At this moment, someone took the lead to ask, and everyone looked curiously at Jiang Yunshan, who was sitting at the head of the round table.
"Hehe, the Grandmaster will be here soon."
"Elder Xu, don't think too much, just wait patiently."
Jiang Yunshan said with a smile, his tone was extremely calm.
Hearing this, the elder of the Golden Eagle School snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with such evasive words.
"Elder Jiang, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, why beat around the bush?"
An old man of the Golden Sword School raised his eyebrows and spoke, and several people from the schools also echoed him.
They could see that the Feilong Clan must have some purpose, otherwise they would not have been summoned.
Suddenly, he seemed to hesitate for a moment.
Jiang Yunshan looked around, nodded gently and spoke.
"Well, then I will pass on a message on behalf of my sect's master."
"Please speak." Everyone was focused, Li Tong and Sect Master Lu sat in the back row, waiting seriously.
"The southern martial arts world has been divided for many years, and the situation in the Red Country will undergo a major change."
"My Feilong Clan hopes that everyone can unite, gather the power of martial arts, and advance and retreat together to protect our rights and interests."
Jiang Yunshan said calmly, but many people frowned in confusion.
A major change in the situation?
Li Tong inexplicably thought of the Utopia riots that occurred in Nanjiang City some time ago.
The people from the five top sects sitting on the left and right of the main seat had solemn expressions and frowned in different ways.
"So, what does Feilong Clan mean?" Elder Xu of the Golden Eagle Clan asked.
"Let Feilongliu be the leader of the Southern Martial Arts World and jointly build the Southern Martial Arts Alliance."
Instead of looking at each other, Jiang Yunshan smiled and said, "At that time, the five major sects will be the deputy leaders. What do you think?"
"Arrogant!"
On the stage of the venue, as Chen Feng's voice fell, several true disciples of Feilongliu were furious.
Especially the fifth true disciple.
The feeling of being ignored made him look murderous. A blue light appeared on his thin face, and the strength of his whole body burst out instantly.
"I thought you were qualified to compete with me."
"I didn't expect that you were a short-sighted clown!"
Whoosh! !
The moment the cold voice fell, he had already rushed out, like a blue light afterimage, and killed in front of Chen Feng.
"Why bother."
Seeing that the latter did not move, Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui shook their heads together, and Zhang Tai looked a little reluctant.
It was just a breath.
A dragon roar sounded, and the blue energy condensed into an arc of light, bursting out from the hands of the fifth true disciple, and hit Chen Feng's chest.
Bang! !
A muffled sound exploded, as if water vapor appeared.
The long robes of the Yanhu School were pierced and turned into flying catkins, and the disciples of the Songhe School and other Feilong vassal schools all showed satisfaction on their faces.
But, the next second.
Buzz! ! !
The heavy bronze covered his whole body, and Chen Feng did not move at all, glancing at the person in front of him.
"Huh?"
His face condensed, and Pang Kui in the audience saw something wrong.
"What a strong recoil."
The fifth true disciple's eyes changed slightly, and he felt an unprecedented recoil of power coming.
It was a full 40%, which made his arm tremble and feel extremely uncomfortable. His
body shook and stomped on the ground to release the force. Seeing the indifferent expression of the person in front of him, he burst out with anger and wanted to hit him to death with a combo.
"Pretend to be you."
Click.
A thick big palm came out at some point and just grabbed his wrist.
The red color bloomed quietly, and the sound of sizzling echoed.
Fire and water, red and blue.
They should have been deadlocked, but the former spread rapidly with overwhelming advantage, completely destroying the strength of the fifth true disciple's arm.
"Not good!"
The sixth and seventh true disciples who were closest saw something was wrong. They had planned to deal with Lin Xiaoyun and Zhao Tingxiao, but at this moment they changed their minds and rushed to the No. 1 ring.
Swoosh!!!
The sound of breaking through the air was piercing, and the people in the audience had already been stunned.
"Ah."
Zhan Wushuang shook his head and sighed, and Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Sect had a complicated expression.
He thought to himself that if it were him, he might not be able to resist the siege of these three true disciples.
But, the next second.
"Five, six, seven?"
"So, you are the weakest three."
Boom!!!
The moment Mo Ran's voice fell, a headbutt came out.
The bronze steel bones quietly covered his forehead, blending with the skin color, making it difficult to see clearly.
Crack!
The fifth disciple's eyes widened, and he felt his skull shatter, and the pain burst out, and the cracks spread.
His arms were broken by brute force in an instant, twisted strangely, and folded 180 degrees.
"Fifth Brother!"
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
The sixth and seventh disciples were shocked and angry, and they had already rushed to Chen Feng's side in a breath.
Without looking at the dead fifth disciple again, Chen Feng turned around, supported his left foot on the ground, and swept his right leg.
Buzz!
The red power covered like a flame, and swept directly to the seventh disciple who was coming to kill, breaking his blocking arms, knocking him out and smashing him off the ring.
A ray of murderous intent bloomed beside him, and the blue power was swift and terrifying.
Chen Feng's right palm was surrounded by power, as if a fireball was concentrated in it.
Flame Explosion Style!
The power moves of the Flame Tiger Style may have declined.
But in his hands, the power that had been strengthened by the Wan Lian Gang was even more refined.
Bang!!
The two palms collided, and blue and red lights burst out at the same time.
The air wave swept across the ring and shook.
The face of the Sixth True Disciple was ugly, and he immediately stomped on the ground and rushed forward, wanting to use his unique skills.
But the next second.
Whoosh!
The bronze arm was like a javelin, penetrating the aftermath of the power explosion and directly imprinted on his chest at the first time.
Bang!!
His chest was sunken, his eyes were wide open, and bloodshot.
At the moment when his body was about to fly backwards in a bow shape, another powerful arm stretched out and firmly grasped his shoulders.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!
Continuous palm strikes, the sound of bone cracking continued to echo.
Everything looked exactly the same as the previous situation of Zhao Jushan, except that the target had changed.
"Haha."
Blood stained his blue robe red, and the Sixth True Disciple, whose sternum was smashed to pieces, fell to the ground, almost dead.
The Fifth True Disciple behind him was covered in blood, and he collapsed to the ground with him, like a ball of mud. The
smoke and dust under the stage slowly dissipated, and the Seventh True Disciple, who had smashed through the seat, had his arms hanging down, his face as white as paper, and staggered to his feet.
The atmosphere was silent in an instant, and the faces of the people in the Songhe School and Yiquan School were stiff. Pang Kui and Zhan Wushuang also showed a look of surprise.
"Looking for death!!!"
After coming to their senses, the four top True Disciple in the Feilong School seat had cold faces and murderous intent.
The Fourth True Disciple came out with a bang, and his burly body rushed straight to the ring like a truck crash, rushing straight to Chen Feng.
Crack, crack, crack!
The bones and muscles grew, and the physique was taller.
Chen Feng stood in place, his right arm turned into a claw, and suddenly became thick and swelled.
Bang!!!
All the impacts were suppressed by the thick palm, and the gray bricks of the ring shattered. Chen Feng's legs sank several inches into the ground.
The control-level explosive punching skills were familiar to him. Chen Feng pinched the top of the man's head with his right claw, and his face became more and more cold.
Crack!
The sound of the skull shattering sounded, and the reserved third true disciple could no longer sit still.
Whoosh!!!
Blue light burst out and came in an instant.
It was the high-speed movement brought by the special strength skills.
Zheng Shan and Zhang Tai under the ring had already been in doubt, and Pang Kui also stopped healing his wounds and subconsciously stood up to look solemnly.
Boom!!!
A punch hit the chest of the bronze body.
The pillar of energy penetrated from behind Chen Feng, tearing the air and lingering for a few breaths.
Without reservation, the Third True Transmission had a fierce look on his face, and his figure flashed, turning into a series of blue light afterimages on the ring.
One punch, two punches, three punches.
Just like the nine consecutive hits against Pang Kui before, even more violent.
A full eleven pillars of energy penetrated Chen Feng's body, piercing his body like arrows of light, and stayed in the air.
Until the end.
The figure stopped.
It can be seen that he appeared, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily.
Both arms had been injured by the recoil, and the sleeves of the robe exploded, revealing red and swollen muscles and some twisted arms.
Such a method is also very consuming for him, and the cost is not small.
But as long as he can defeat the enemy in front of him...
"Are you tired of fighting?"
Suddenly, the indifferent voice sounded again.
The pupils of the Third True Transmission shrank, and he looked at him in surprise.
The burly young man still stood there, looking coldly.
Bang!!!
All the pillars of energy and light on his body exploded, and the lingering flames dominated everything around him.
He had a silver steel-grade physique, and it was in the form of a giant tiger.
Not to mention, there was also a steel bone support close to the diamond steel grade, which turned into the strongest inner armor around his internal organs, resisting all penetration.
In an instant, Pang Kui in the audience completely changed color.
"How is it possible!!"
Unbelievable, Zhan Wushuang, who was not far away, also clenched his fists and was shocked.
Didn't they say that the Flame Tiger School has declined and even lost most of its inheritance?
Or is it that the so-called Giant Tiger Skill and Bronze Statue Skill are actually more powerful than the core true skills of the Whale Body Covering the Sea Stream?
Buzz!
Not knowing what everyone was feeling, Chen Feng used his palms to forcefully throw the fourth true teaching into the ground.
There was a crisp sound and a muffled sound, and half of his head cracked, and blood splashed onto his trouser legs.
Then, the ground shook.
It can be seen that he stomped on the ground and rushed forward, ready to leave the third true teaching behind.
"Attack together!"
The second true disciple of Feilongliu had put down his arms that were folded in front of his chest at some point, his face was cold and full of murderous intent.
The blue-robed young man sitting in the middle beside him nodded coldly, no longer holding back.
Bang!!!
The ground of the venue collapsed, and two blue afterimages quickly broke through the air and appeared on the No. 1 ring in less than a second.
The white-gray ring cracked and shattered, and it was actually a circular depression like a cannonball bombardment, shaking upward.
"I admit that you are qualified to let the two of us take action."
The number representing the second appeared, and the second true disciple was already standing behind Chen Feng, with a blue light flashing and a murderous look on his face. As
the voice fell, the first true disciple stood in front of Chen Feng at the same time, with his elbows bent, his eyes full of murderous intent, and his strength condensed.
"But."
"That's it."
Buzz!!!
The blue light shone brightly, that was a strength infinitely close to the true meaning, and even a true meaning that was about to solidify was illusory and transparent.
Yin!!!
Two blue flying dragons bared their fangs and claws, one in front and one behind.
A powerful pressure swept out, and Zhan Wushuang in the audience clenched his fists tightly, his face was extremely ugly.
It was just as he expected.
These two people have also touched the threshold of the true meaning.
"Senior Brother!!"
Bang! ! !
Zhao Tingxiao shouted in grief and anger, and Lin Xiaoyun's face was extremely pale.
The flying dragons hit continuously, and the air waves swept.
The huge No. 1 ring had already been torn into pieces, and a burst of smoke and dust rolled up, as if it had encountered a small earthquake.
Everyone in the audience was completely stunned, Zhang Tai had a complicated expression, and the people of the small sects such as Liu Fangming in the last row felt even more sad.
Ka!
However, the next second.
An abnormal sound appeared, and all the smoke and dust whistled away.
The figures of the first and second true disciples appeared, but everyone's pupils contracted and were completely shocked.
Looking along the trend, it was a motionless and indifferent smile.
The bronze-colored burly figure grinned, revealing his grim white teeth. His bulging arms stretched out to the left and right, and he slightly turned sideways to catch the extremely powerful flying dragon combo.
"Close to the true meaning."
"Unable to withstand a single blow!"
Buzz!!!
The explosive fist exploded again, with a full ten tons of extreme power, making the faces of the two flying dragon masters stiff.
With a snap, the palm bones broke, and the bones inside turned into shattered debris.
The intense pain tore out, and they wanted to withdraw their palms.
But.
Roar!!!
The tiger roared, as if a tiger phantom appeared behind Chen Feng, roaring to the sky.
The red power and spirit continued to resonate, and the people in the audience were already shocked and stunned.
"True meaning!"
"He is about to break into the true meaning!!"
Zhan Wushuang couldn't believe it. The panel in front of Chen Feng had two extreme martial arts decomposed and quickly turned into breaking limits.
[Red Tiger Power: Burning Mountain (66%→76%)]
[Red Tiger Power: Burning Mountain (76%→86%)]
The momentum was infinitely high, and all the disciples of the Flying Dragon Flow were also horrified.
At this moment, the explosive punch came out again, and the first and second disciples' faces were pinched with both hands.
Knees bent, and threw down!
Boom!!!
The broken arena was broken even more, and the two figures were embedded in the solid ground.
With his feet firmly stepping on the heads of the two disciples, Chen Feng grabbed the third disciple who was sweeping the formation by the neck, and lifted off the ground with one arm.
The surrounding Flying Dragon Flow referees were frightened and stiff, and their eyes were staring at him in horror.
[You have completed a battle to defend honor.]
[Win!]
[Glory value +30!]
[Heart of Glory upgraded successfully!]
[You have been given a chance to strengthen the Holy Shield Colossus! ]
The panel prompts kept appearing. The two proud heads underfoot were now gray and bright red, and the sound of skulls breaking kept ringing.
The red energy flowed through his body, and Chen Feng looked around the entire venue indifferently.
No one could look at each other calmly. He finally looked at the third true disciple with a red face, broken arms and drooping arms, struggling.
"You are all too weak."
Crack! !
The bone cracked and the head tilted without a breath.
Seeing this scene, Song Heliu and others in the seats in the distance completely changed their faces and turned pale with fear.
Roar! ! !
The phantom of the red tiger behind him was about to appear or not, and it was at the critical moment of solidification.
In an instant, there was no more hesitation.
Jiwu, decompose!
Break the limit, improve!
Buzz!
The last two Jiwu disappeared, and endless insights came.
That was the result of countless days and nights of hard training, all the unwillingness of gritting teeth.
The oppression and constraints of the dragon fight, thirty years of failure, it is difficult to raise your head again.
Conspiracy, indifference, murderous intent, sarcasm.
In an instant, he looked at the surprise and expectation of Zhao Tingxiao and others in the audience.
Chen Feng suddenly smiled.
"So, this is the true meaning."
[Red Tiger Power: Red Tiger (1%)]
Roar!!!
The tiger roars in anger, looking down on everything!
The phantom of the tiger visualized by the power behind him completely emerged, and flames lingered under its four feet.
It was several meters in size, with the domineering character "king" on its head, and its cold vertical pupils looked around the audience, full of aggressive and violent intentions.
Crack, crack, crack!
Bang!
The ring, which was already broken into pieces, exploded with a loud bang, and the heads of the two true disciples who were stepped on exploded, and blood plasma and debris splashed in a ball.
Without stopping, Chen Feng looked at the panel.
[Heart of Glory LV2: 5/100]
[Do you want to strengthen the Holy Shield Colossus? ]
Strengthen!
Buzz!
The talent prompt was responded to.
The white light with golden patterns in the depths of his mind suddenly shone brightly.
The miniature Holy Shield Colossus opened its eyes, and a golden light of glory enveloped it.
In just a few seconds, a strong and unparalleled confidence rose from the bottom of Chen Feng's heart.
That was the new Holy Shield Colossus.
It can control its size to a certain extent, and it can also fight against diamond-level cyborgs and compete with the Grandmaster!
The consumption did not increase but decreased, and the limit was approaching five minutes!
Bang! ! !
There was a sudden violent movement from the back of the venue.
With a cold face, Chen Feng stomped his feet on the ground.
Boom!
The sound of vibration, the smoke and dust were raised, and everyone was in doubt.
The white color mixed with golden light disappeared in an instant, and he had already rushed out of the venue with Zhao Tingxiao, Lin Xiaoyun and the other two!
Chapter 140: The power of the Holy Shield Colossus, breaking out of the siege!
Bang! !
In the spacious quiet room behind the venue, wooden chairs exploded and the walls were pierced.
Several True Meaning-level sect leaders flew out backwards, covered in blood, seriously injured and unconscious.
The scene of killing a chicken to scare the monkey made everyone's eyelids jump, especially the elder of the Golden Eagle School who raised objections, who was beaten to vomit blood and had his chest pierced by the sword light.
"You, the Golden Sword School, actually acted like a dog for the flying dragon?"
The elder of the Golden Eagle School was pale and unbelievable.
He didn't expect that there would be such a blow behind him.
Similarly, the top sects such as the Whale Body Covering Sea School and the Lion Heart School were also surprised and suspicious, and even looked at each other with some suspicion.
"You have stayed in the first position for too long."
Puff!
The sword light was pulled out, and blood splattered.
The True Meaning-level elder of the Golden Eagle School actually died here.
The old man from the Golden Sword School took the place where the other person had just sat.
In an instant, Li Tong, who was sitting in the back row, felt a chill in his heart. He could already feel several auras locking onto him.
"I am the leader of the Southern Martial Alliance from the Flying Dragon School."
"Is there anyone who objects?"
Jiang Yunshan asked with a smile.
The atmosphere was heavy, and someone was ready to nod because he could not bear the pressure.
Whoosh!!!
Without any hesitation, Li Tong immediately burst out with his strength, and the shadow of a tiger gathered behind him.
In an instant, his body was like a shadow, and he broke through the window of the quiet room and fell to the grass on the rockery on the first floor, about to leave.
"Where are you going!!!"
Yang Chengyuan from the Pine Crane School had already been on guard against him leaving.
Cry!!!
The white shadow of the pine crane appeared out of thin air, and it was the last to arrive, rushing out of the window and coming to the ground to stop it.
Bang!!!
The strength exploded, and the red and white rays collided with each other.
Li Tong paused and stood in the middle of the grass.
His face completely sank, and he saw a shadow falling behind him from the corner of his eyes, and the four True Meanings surrounded him one after another.
Yiquan style, Baguazhang, Giant Bear style, Bird style.
They were all the styles that blocked his way on the day he arrived in Yungang, and they were also the people who had long been subordinate to the Flying Dragon style.
"Hahahaha, Li Tong, you have come to this day too!"
Yang Chengyuan's face was full of satisfaction, blocking in the middle, but he would not forget the scene of being defeated in Yanwu Hall that day.
The other four True Meanings also had murderous auras on their faces, locking him in four directions, leaving him no way out.
"Li Tong, admit defeat."
"Since you dare to return to Yungang, don't even think about leaving."
A series of mocking and threatening voices sounded, but Li Tong did not respond.
Instead, a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he turned his head to look at the redwood corridor next to the rockery and grass.
Tat!
Several figures stepped forward, most of them were gray-haired old men wearing flying dragon robes.
The weakest was also the True Meaning realm, but this was not the most fatal.
Because the red tiger phantom behind him had its hair standing up, and Li Tong stared at the middle-aged man surrounded in the center.
He had a square face and wore a light blue robe.
There was no dragon pattern, but behind him there was a lifelike dragon that looked like a real dragon.
It flew from the clouds and looked down.
Its dragon whiskers moved slightly, and its pupils were indifferent.
The master's pressure was condensed and did not disperse. Li Tong trembled all over, his spine was crackling and almost broken, and his blood vessels were squeezed rapidly and were about to burst. The middle-aged man of
the "Flame Tiger School" had a calm face, and the scales of the dragon beside him looked like real. "Kneel down and surrender." "I can give you a way to live." The voice was calm and calm. Li Tong gritted his teeth, and small blood vessels in his body kept bursting, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot. The sound of footsteps was heard, and Jiang Yunshan and others who were in the meeting in the quiet room on the second floor appeared. "Meet the sect master!" The true meaning of the Flying Dragon School respectfully addressed him. The people of the top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect were completely depressed. They had planned to continue delaying, but the master had already appeared. It was obvious that they only had one choice left. "What?" The middle-aged man said calmly, not paying attention to the many respectful people around him, and still looked at Li Tong indifferently. The flying dragon next to him was still looking down. Under the pressure of the dragon, the red tiger's true meaning gradually became illusory and transparent. The action of raising his head and roaring was also forced to be suppressed, almost lying on the muddy grass. Crack! The ground began to sink, and Li Tong's spine bent into a bow. He had never expected that his former peer enemy had become a master. The strong pressure continued to hit him, and his knees cracked, but he gritted his teeth and did not kneel down. In a blink of an eye, blood dripped. Eyes, nose, ears, seven orifices bleeding, staining the red-patterned white robe red. Some of the true meanings of some schools showed reluctance, but no one dared to speak. "It seems that you have made a decision." Shaking his head and no longer waiting, the middle-aged leader of the flying dragon school stepped forward to leave. "In this case, from now on." "There will be no more flaming tigers in the world." Whoosh! ! ! ! A violent sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded from the sky, and the middle-aged sect leader's voice was forcibly interrupted. With their eyebrows slightly raised, everyone looked up at the sky. White mixed with golden light fell from the sky, and kept approaching within the sight, like a meteorite impact. The whistling sound of the wind kept rising, the grass on the ground began to sway, and cracks appeared on the rockery. "This!" All eyes froze, and someone couldn't help but exclaimed! The top planks of the wooden corridor shattered rapidly, and the cracks spread continuously like a spider web. A kind of brutal and rude pressure came, and they all gradually realized what Li Tong had felt before.
"Biological modification?"
His face condensed, and the middle-aged sect leader waved his hand, and the flying dragon beside him, which was as solid as a real one, flew into the sky.
Bang! !
It was as if two giants collided, just in one breath.
The air wave exploded, and the wooden planks of the corridor exploded.
The air within a radius of more than ten meters suddenly solidified, and then a white gas turned into a circle, overturning the sky and the earth.
"Quickly escape!"
"Go!"
Someone shouted to remind them, and the figures quickly moved away.
The middle-aged sect leader's face was completely serious, and then he saw the flying dragon retreating, and the three-meter-high white-gray stone statue fell to the ground with a bang.
Boom! ! !
The ground collapsed, and cracks spread, as if there was an earthquake.
The faces of the five people closest to Yang Chengyuan changed drastically, and they felt that their bodies were fixed by the powerful impact, and their blood and qi fluctuated, making it difficult to move.
The next second.
Buzz! ! !
The air exploded, and a white-gray fist like a rock carving blasted out.
"No!!!"
Yang Chengyuan shouted in fear, and the phantom of Songhe pounced in front of him.
Bang! ! !
The force exploded, and the flesh and blood exploded.
Bone fragments mixed with blood and rags flew everywhere, and there was no one left.
"Run!"
The other four True Intentions who were surrounding and killing him finally slowed down.
They resisted the backlash and suppressed the ups and downs of their blood and the pain in their bones.
They were pale and hurriedly retreated in fear.
However, the next second.
Bang! ! !
The courtyard wall exploded, and a bronze burly figure rushed in like a Tyrannosaurus.
The True Intention of the Yiquan Flow was punched through the back of his heart, and his heart also exploded, scattering into blood spots.
The whole place was silent, and the thick right arm was pulled out of the blood hole, and the body fell to the ground.
All the True Intentions present changed color, and the middle-aged leader of the Feilong Flow frowned.
Swish!
The figure disappeared, and he instantly appeared in front of Chen Feng.
The right hand in the green robe stretched out like a dragon claw, and a strong murderous intent enveloped the whole body.
There was a little blood on his face, but Chen Feng didn't dodge or avoid it, just stared at him coldly.
Buzz!!!
The wind blew again, and the huge body of the rock sculpture suddenly moved.
Brutal force overturned the air.
The middle-aged sect leader frowned again and could only give up Chen Feng and change his moves to block.
Boom!!!
The ground collapsed again, and the Holy Shield Colossus, which had deliberately shrunk in size, punched again.
The middle-aged sect leader had a serious face, stomped on everything, and stepped back.
Wow!!!
The wind blew back, and the stone wings flapped.
In an instant, the Holy Shield Colossus rushed forward, like a white-gray tank, rushing around and punching continuously.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Like the roar of artillery shells, everyone in the entire conference venue felt the ground shaking.
Their eyes froze in horror, and their bodies stiffened for several seconds.
Only Li Tong, standing on the barely intact soil, looked back at the burly figure that appeared.
"Good disciple."
He staggered and was about to fall to the ground before he finished speaking.
Click.
At the critical moment, Chen Feng supported him.
"Run away quickly."
The white robe with red stripes was half stained with blood. The fat old man who used to smile was seriously injured and weak.
The footsteps approached quickly. They were the true meanings of the school who reacted and surrounded and killed them.
Left and right, front and back, under the eaves on the wall.
Fist prints, flying birds, giant bears.
One after another, illusory true meanings emerged. Chen Feng lowered his head slightly and looked at the old man with weak breathing in his arms.
He was smiling, but his smile was so reluctant.
There was guilt and regret in his eyes, but there was no fear of death.
The flame burned in his heart, and all the blood vessels were hot.
This was the second time Chen Feng felt so furious.
Dragons fight tigers, and you live and die.
Then he
looked up at all the true meanings surrounding him.
Behind him, a red tiger phantom condensed out of thin air.
A series of eyes came in surprise, and the red tiger stretched out its claws, exerted its strength, and carried Li Tong on its back.
"I'll take you."
"Kill them back."
Roar!!!
The tiger roared to the sky, not weaker than the dragon's roar.
Chen Feng rushed forward, and Chihu followed closely with Li Tong.
"This kid has broken through the true meaning, don't hold back!"
"Kill him!"
The giant bear flow true meaning that appeared that day was shocked and angry, and shouted hurriedly.
He had never expected that the other party's talent would reach this level.
Similarly, Jiang Yunshan and others also had a solemn look on their faces and showed murderous intent, clearly aware of the other party's potential and threat. Letting the tiger
go back to the mountain will cause endless troubles!
"Kill!"
Someone shouted, and the flying dragon rushed out, and the dragon roar resounded.
Bang! ! !
The next second, the figure flew backwards, and the arm of a flying dragon flow true meaning exploded and turned into fragments.
The crowd changed color.
Chen Feng's arms swelled, and the control-level explosive fist was no longer covered.
After breaking through the true meaning, his body's four-dimensional attributes were raised again.
An ordinary punch reached four tons, plus the explosive punch and the giant tiger's full blessing.
A full fifteen tons!
In an instant, ignoring the screams of the broken arm of the true meaning in front of him, he punched out again.
Boom!
The bronze arm pierced through the sternum and flesh, and a clenched fist appeared from the bloody hole behind it.
Jiang Yunshan's face was ugly, and the people from the Giant Elephant Sect who were watching from a distance were even more shocked.
"It's Tyrant Bone!"
"He must be born with Tyrant Bone!"
The True Meaning of the Giant Bear School looked terrified, probably sensing something unusual.
"Quick, everyone, come together."
Whoosh! ! !
The bronze figure flashed by, and the giant bear phantom that was blocking in front of him exploded.
Holding the other's heart, Chen Feng looked at him coldly.
"I have tolerated you for a long time."
Bang!
The heart exploded, and another True Meaning died suddenly.
Everyone was heartbroken, and in the end, Jiang Yunshan took a deep breath and shouted to rush out.
"Stop him!" "
The sect leader will soon be able to deal with the biologically modified person, and the great elder will be here soon!"
As he spoke, the flying dragon phantom on his body roared, and the blue energy around him gathered into a circle.
Whoosh! !
A powerful column of energy burst out of the air. Chen Feng plowed the ground with his feet, his chest was bronze, and he slid back several meters.
"It worked!"
The people who surrounded him were all excited, and hurriedly mobilized their energy to do the same.
Some even looked at Li Tong, who was carried by the red tiger phantom, and secretly thought about it, and rushed over.
"You are looking for death!"
With cold eyes and murderous intent, Chen Feng forcibly withstood several columns of energy, and punched out with a body that was beyond ordinary silver steel.
Bang! !
Another person's true meaning was hit through the heart, and someone couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
The continuous energy column stagnated because of this, and Jiang Yunshan secretly cursed everyone for being useless, and immediately gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
Yin! ! !
The flying dragon phantom merged into his body, and the whole person's aura was constantly rising.
Whoosh! !
The fist print broke through the air, and the blue energy covered it.
Bang! !
Fists collided, and Chen Feng did not give in.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
The two punched continuously, and their arms turned into afterimages.
The ground collapsed, and the beams and pillars exploded.
White air exploded, and the blue power gathered like waves. Each punch became heavier and heavier, and even Chen Feng felt a little pressure.
At the level of true meaning, strength is one aspect, and the use of power is another aspect.
Jiang Yunshan was obviously focused on the latter path, and his aura was getting higher and higher, which had already exceeded many true meanings.
Boom! !
Suddenly, another fist collided.
The two retreated together, crushing the ground with every step and sinking several inches.
A courtyard wall was knocked through by Chen Feng, and he stomped his feet hard, steadying his body with brute force.
In contrast, Jiang Yunshan's face became abnormally ruddy, and his arms trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was injured by the recoil of the bronze statue skill, and his blood was fluctuating.
Seeing this scene, Chen Feng was murderous.
Without hesitation, he stomped on the ground and rushed forward to kill again.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Fists against palms, ten punches in one breath.
Puff!!!
Jiang Yunshan, who was out of breath, had his thoracic vertebrae broken by a punch, spitting out a large pool of blood, flying backwards and knocking over several courtyard walls.
Sensing that the other party was not completely dead, Chen Feng was murderous and stomped on the ground, wanting to continue chasing and killing.
But soon, the platinum light in his mind kept flashing, his figure shook, and his face suddenly turned pale.
He paused and looked in another direction nearly a hundred meters away.
The attic shook and collapsed, the ground was shaking continuously, and the sound of dragon roars rang out continuously.
The Holy Shield Colossus continued to launch attacks, but still failed to take down the master.
In addition, the perception was amplified, and more and more people from the Flying Dragon School appeared around, and even people who were obviously transformed into mechanical weapons were heading straight for the Holy Shield Colossus, ready to surround and kill.
In an instant, a cold light appeared in his eyes and disappeared, staggered for a few breaths.
Chen Feng finally suppressed all his killing intentions, looked around at everyone, and memorized the faces of all the people who surrounded and killed today.
Jiang Yunshan, the leader of the Flying Dragon Sect, and the Yungang martial arts world
did not delay any more. He immediately turned around and hugged his master, and bumped sideways, piercing through the courtyard wall.
"Chase!!"
A true meaning of the Flying Dragon School shouted angrily and led the team, followed by several true meanings.
There were even flying vehicles in the air. They were people from the Security Bureau who were alarmed, and some were even other forces, including some group companies in Yungang.
Seeing this scene, the people from the top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect, as well as the other small sects who were watching
, all had complicated looks, as if they had witnessed some kind of history.
"If he doesn't die today."
"Perhaps, my southern martial arts world will have another master."