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"Zheng Shaoyang! Zheng Shaoyang is finally on stage!"

"Even if Zheng Shaoyang can't win, as long as he is in the ring, he is already very remarkable."

"As expected of Zheng Shaoyang, with such a big gap, he dared to fight on stage."

The crowd opened their mouths and sighed.

Zheng Shaoyang stood on the ring and said loudly: "Cold Moon Empire Zheng Shaoyang, come to fight!"

"I came here on a special trip this time. I wanted to fight Lin Feng, but I didn't expect that I could only fight with the innate God of War body in the end." Yang Ming sighed softly: "Forget it, today I will let the world know, what is it? The innate God of War physique is more powerful, or the innate God of Killing physique is more powerful."

After the words fell, Yang Ming suddenly released a cold killing intent all over his body.

And behind him, there was a scarlet figure covering the sky and the sun.

"The body of the innate god-killer materialized! Is this Xiaocheng's innate god-killer body?!"

"What a terrifying killing intent, this is the innate killing god body..."

"Today I can finally see the last battle between the Xiantian War God Body and the Xiantian Killing God Body."

The crowd opened their mouths and sighed.

Zheng Shaoyang frowned, extremely dignified.

Facing Yang Ming's innate god-killing body, Zheng Shaoyang naturally did not dare to neglect, and directly mobilized all his strength to materialize the innate god of war body, condensing a phantom of a god of war covering the sky behind him!

"Kill!" Zheng Shaoyang gritted his teeth and punched Yang Ming.

And the phantom of the god of war behind him also clenched his fists and fell straight towards Yang Ming.

"The body of the innate god of war is really pitifully weak." Yang Ming shook his head, fisted against him.

The bloody figure behind him also punched out.

Boom!

The violent power erupted suddenly, and the phantom of the god of war behind Zheng Shaoyang was quickly covered with cracks, and finally spread loudly.

Zheng Shaoyang vomited blood even more, and he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell hard outside the ring.

This battle has already been decided.

"The innate God of War body is vulnerable." Yang Ming glanced at the embarrassed Zheng Shaoyang, and did not continue to attack.

Although he is arrogant, he will never kill the weak.

Just like the current Zheng Shaoyang, in his eyes, he is just a weak person who is extremely weak.

For such a weak person, he didn't bother to take another shot.

This is the pride of the innate killing god body.

"I... I was defeated after all..." Zheng Shaoyang clenched his fists tightly, his heart full of unwillingness.

He never thought that his majestic innate God of War body would lose to Lin Feng and Yang Ming successively.

However, Zheng Shaoyang also knew in his heart that the gap between him and Lin Feng could not be filled.

But the gap between him and Yang Ming can be filled.

Yang Ming is a martial artist at the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm, and Zheng Shaoyang is only at the second level of the Martial Saint Realm.

The difference between the two is three small realms. It is normal for Zheng Shaoyang to lose to Yang Ming.

Thinking of this, Zheng Shaoyang felt better.

"Cold Moon Empire, is there anyone who dares to come up to fight with this palace!" At this time, Yang Ming said again: "Could it be that everyone here is like Lin Feng, a coward, and dare not come out to fight?!"

"You still dare to speak ill of my master, see if I don't blow you up!" Xiaolong couldn't suppress the anger in his heart any longer, and started to step onto the ring.

But a figure appeared slowly, blocking Xiaolong's way.

Just when Xiaolong was about to speak and let the person blocking the way get out of the way, the expression on Xiaolong's face froze instantly.

Because the one standing in front of Xiaolong at this moment is Lin Feng!

"Xiaolong, you are not his opponent, let me go." Lin Feng rubbed Xiaolong's head with a smile, then put his hands behind his back and stepped into the middle of the ring.

"Young master Lin! Young master Lin is finally here!"

"No, Mr. Lin's cultivation seems to have broken through to the eighth level of the Saint Emperor Realm!"

"No way, Young Master Lin's cultivation has broken through from the first level of the Holy Emperor Realm to the eighth level of the Holy Emperor Realm so quickly?!"

The crowd opened their mouths in shock.

A few days ago, when Lin Feng participated in the Grand Competition, his cultivation was clearly the first level of the Saint Emperor Realm.

But now, Lin Feng's cultivation has broken through to the eighth level of the Saint Emperor Realm.

What a terrifying speed of cultivation!

Even Yang Ming frowned slightly, his face full of solemnity.

However, the crowd didn't know that Lin Feng's biggest improvement this time was not his cultivation, but his strength.

Now Lin Feng has condensed fifty wisps of world power.

With Lin Feng's current strength, one punch can directly kill a warrior of the sixth level of the Martial Saint Realm.

If Lin Feng used fifty wisps of world power, he could kill warriors at the seventh level of the Martial Saint Realm!

With all his strength, Lin Feng is confident that he can kill the eighth-level warrior of the Martial Saint Realm.

Now under the emperor, Lin Feng can almost walk sideways!

"Lin Feng, you finally dare to come out." At this time, Yang Ming suddenly said, "I want to see what strength you have to defeat Long Zhan."

After the words fell, the blood-red figure covering the sky and the sun had appeared behind Yang Zhan again.

Yang Zhan swung his fist down, and the blood-red figure also swung his fist down to Lin Feng.

The powerful force directly shattered the formations around the ring in an instant!

However, Lin Feng didn't dodge or dodge. Instead, he swung his fist and collided head-on with the blood-red figure.

hum!

A wave of invisible gangster energy centered on Lin Feng's fist, buzzing and spreading.

The powerful force instantly shattered the blood-red figure into pieces and dissipated into nothingness.

Even Yang Ming vomited blood and staggered back.

"Lin... Mr. Lin smashed Xiaocheng's innate killing god body with one punch?!"

"Mr. Lin's strength has become much stronger again!"

"In just a few days, Mr. Lin's strength has increased so much?!"

The pupils of the crowd jumped, and their faces were full of shock.

Zheng Shaoyang was also extremely shocked.

He thought that he could narrow the gap with Lin Feng as much as possible.

But he didn't expect that Lin Feng had already left him far behind after only seeing him for a few days.

Zheng Shaoyang wanted to catch up with Lin Feng, it was too difficult.

"In this world, how can there be such a monster as Lin Feng?" Zheng Shaoyang smiled wryly, and his heart was full of powerlessness.

"Lin Feng, I haven't lost yet!" At this time, Yang Ming once again condensed a blood-colored figure covering the sky, and said in a deep voice: "I am the innate killer god body, there is no way I will be defeated by your hands!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Ming threw out both fists.

The bloody figure behind him also moved.

Fist shadows all over the sky, like raindrops, fell straight towards Lin Feng.

Facing this devastating attack, Lin Feng looked calm and punched out again.

Boom!

The deafening explosion sound suddenly resounded.

The entire arena centered on Lin Feng's feet, cracking suddenly.

As for the shadows of fists all over the sky, they were instantly annihilated like paper paste.

Yang Ming was dripping with blood even more. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew upside down and fell hard outside the ring, completely losing his fighting power.

grunt!

There was a dead silence in the audience, only the sound of the crowd's throats wriggling and swallowing saliva was left.

The crowd never expected that Lin Feng not only won, but also won so casually.

This level of strength and talent far exceeded the expectations of the crowd!