Doomsday Horror Storm

Chapter 50: The selection competition begins!

On the 682nd floor.

On the martial stage, there was a strong man with rough skin and eyes as deep as pools, which was chilling. Opposite him, stood a young man in black, carrying a black ruler on his back, like a nail, staring at the big man.

"Start!" the referee shouted.

Boom~~~

The two people got lucky one after another. The strong man waved his arm, and the void became distorted. Black lightning coiled around his arm like a python. With a punch, thousands of purple lightnings flew out, and the void was filled with lightning.

torn apart.

"So close to the end of the world" the young man in black shouted, and with a flash of his body, he disappeared from the front of the strong man and appeared behind him. The black ruler in his hand was glowing with the law of devouring, and he attacked the big man's vest.

"Looking for death." The strong man snorted coldly, and punched the void with his backhand. It was like a hammer hitting a stone. Thunder and lightning were rubbed out of the void, and he hit the black clothed man with a thunderous force.

juvenile.

After a few sticks of incense...

The young man in black walked down the martial arts platform dejectedly, came to a young man in black, and said in frustration: "Master, I lost."

Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Just get used to it."

"..." The young man in black was speechless for a while.

Yang Xuan chuckled and said: "With your strength at the third level of the Dao Transformation Realm, it is already extremely difficult to get through the 640th floor. Now that you have broken through to the 680th floor, it is considered amazing. That big man's strength has reached the Dao Transformation Realm."

You are on the eighth level, and you are five levels apart, so it is naturally difficult to fight."

"But, I have two lines of laws," Yue Heng couldn't help but said.

"That's right." Yang Xuan nodded and glanced at him, "But you are not yet proficient in the use of these two systems of law, and you have not practiced for a long time. Every saint and strong man has a history of training for tens of thousands of years.

, no matter how stupid a person is, he will become more proficient the more times he uses the rules."

Yue Heng's eyes widened, "Master, are you saying that my failure this time was in the application of the law?"

Yang Xuan nodded, "With your power and laws, it is theoretically possible to defeat this big man. If you use it well, you can defeat anyone at the peak of the Dao Transformation Realm."

Yue Heng was startled, and then his eyes widened.

Eyes full of joy

"That is to say, I still have room for improvement? Haha..." He was extremely happy in his heart. He thought that his limit was to fight against people at the eighth level of the Transformation Realm, but he didn't expect that he could still improve.

Yang Xuan turned around and walked away, saying: "Let's go."

The two entered the passage together.

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Three days later.

Floor 852, spacious martial arts platform.

The black-clothed young man's body was like a straight javelin, with his hands clasped behind his back, standing there calmly. In front of him was a hundred-foot-long monster with six pairs of crystal-like transparent thin wings on its back, and strange patterns on its body, like

a bumblebee

"Wind Spirit Bee, versus Yang Xuan"

"start"

As soon as the referee fell, the Wind Spirit Bee roared, flapped its six wings, and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Yang Xuan. A strong wind swept across the entire venue, blowing the people in the distant auditorium to stagger.

Facing the wind spirit bee that was rushing towards him at a rapid speed, Yang Xuan felt the strong wind blowing against his face, his clothes rustling, and his whole body seemed to be blown away. The wind spirit bee's 100-meter-long figure hit him like a rhinoceros, with a terrifying momentum.

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"The law of wind, wind cut"

The Wind Spirit Bee is like an airplane, with a pair of almost transparent wind wings emerging from its side, cutting even the air. It is so unstoppable that even a strong man in the Immortal Realm will be cut in half if he is suddenly hit.

"Master, be careful." In the audience, Yue Heng couldn't help but change his color and said.

Yang Xuan looked as usual, staring coldly at the Wind Spirit Bee. At the moment when it was approaching, he let out a roar like a dragon's roar in his throat, moved back, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and put it on his chest.

bang out

The head of the Wind Spirit Bee, which was like an airplane, collided with Yang Xuan's fist, and a violent shock wave spread in all directions. From a distance, Yang Xuan was only the size of one of its eyes, but he resisted it.

"Wrath of Angels"

A cold light flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes. As early as the 500th floor, he could easily win with his own strength. After reaching the 700th floor, he needed to use the power of the two laws. Now that he has reached the 800th floor, it is even more...

You have to use the power of the three laws to barely win, and it will be even more difficult to go up.

Snowflakes fell all over the sky and clung to the body of the Wind Spirit Bee.

"burn"

"Angel"

Yang Xuan's left eye flashed red, and his right eye flashed with white light. It was extremely charming. There were more snowflakes around, and the pressure of each one increased by more than twice.

"burst"

Yang Xuan gave a low shout and retreated violently.

The Wind Spirit Bee looked up to the sky and hissed, dodging in all directions. However, the area of ​​the martial platform was only 3,000 feet, and the area covered by snowflakes was so wide that no matter how you dodge, you would be blown away.

boom

The Wind Spirit Bee's whole body was charred black, and it fell out of the martial arts platform, its whole body twitching.

Yang Xuan put away the law and sweated slightly on his forehead.

If it were in the wild, it would be even more difficult for Yang Xuan to deal with this wind spirit bee at the fifth level of the Creation Dao Realm. Only by using the body of the Sky-supporting Divine Dragon could he suppress it. But on this martial platform, there is not much space.

The Wind Spirit Bee tossed and turned and could not move away, so it could only be beaten.

Yang Xuan walked off the martial arts platform, and Yue Heng came over, looking at the charred Wind Spirit Bee, with horror in his eyes, and said: "Master, what was the name of that blow just now?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him and said, "It's called Angel's Wrath."

Yue Heng suddenly realized it and wrote it down.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan suddenly saw a purple figure walking towards him. He took a closer look and saw that it was Mu Hua. He couldn't help but be startled.

Yue Heng also saw Mu Hua, who was wearing a purple shirt, with cloud-like hair and fair skin, and saw her walking towards here. From this beautiful woman, he felt a strong dangerous aura, and his expression became serious, and his whole body

The cold hair stood up involuntarily under the dangerous aura, just like a cat seeing a snake.

At this time, Yue Heng saw the purple-robed woman coming in front of him. He glanced at him with deep starry eyes and watery eyes. Then he turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan next to him. He frowned slightly and said, "Big

The elder is looking for you and specifically asked me to inform you, why haven’t you gone back these past few days?”

Yang Xuan scratched his head and said: "The martial arts competition was so exciting that I forgot about it. Does he have anything to do with me?"

Mu Hua rolled his eyes angrily and said, "Nine days have passed now, and the selection competition will begin the day after tomorrow, and you are still competing here..."

Yang Xuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Then let's go."

Yue Heng, who was next to him, had a look of astonishment on his face and muttered to himself: "Well, it turns out that master knows this woman. Judging from her aura, she has at least reached the Dao Creation realm, and is stronger than that Wind Spirit Bee..."

The group left the Warrior Tower.

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