Invincible Emperor Summoning System

On the ring, Fang Sisi was covered in blood, and the innocent smile on her face just now had completely disappeared.

Especially her face, because of being splashed with blood from her calf, she looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Around Yue Chen, everyone lost their smiles, and everyone watched this scene silently.

Fang Sisi held the sword and stabbed out again, the sword light was still amazing.

Weng Jin stretched out his palm, and grasped the void fiercely, a thick force emerged and condensed into a ball of light.

The sword pierced into the ball of light, unable to move forward.

Weng Jin turned his wrist violently, and even turned Fang Sisi's sword quilt.

This time, the force was too great, Fang Sisi's sword was thrown out of his hand, and was held by Weng Jinkong.

The sword circled in the air and landed in Weng Jin's hand.

Before Fang Sisi could react, Weng Jin jumped behind Fang Sisi.

The sword pierced out, piercing through Fang Sisi's thigh behind her, piercing through.

Immediately, the sword was pulled out again, blood shot out, and Weng Jin stabbed again with the sword.

Fang Sisi's shoulder was completely pierced.

This scene attracted countless eyes.

The King of War is against the Spirit of War, and the Spirit of War dares to continue fighting, which is attractive enough in itself.

Not to mention, a little girl who looks cute and pitiful has been abused like this.

Fang Sisi turned around, resisting the pain of being pierced everywhere, trying to grab the sword back with both hands.

The sword spun in Weng Jin's hand and touched Fang Sisi's hands at an extremely fast speed.

The next moment, blood shot out again, and the tendons in Fang Sisi's hands were severed.

It was so cruel that many people subconsciously shook their heads and frowned.

At the same time, she was also moved by Fang Sisi's tenacity.

This woman knew she was invincible, but she didn't have the slightest intention of admitting defeat. Just this aura made countless people feel ashamed.

Weng Jin held a blood-dripping sword and looked down at Fang Sisi with a ferocious face, like a demon.

Fang Sisi hangs her hands weakly on the left and right, and looks at Weng Jin with a determined face. The severe pain stimulates her nerves like a tide.

For ordinary people, any pain would be enough to make them howl.

But Fang Sisi still gritted her teeth, full of fighting spirit, like a wounded beast, full of danger.

It's all like this, do you still want to fight?

Still fighting?

At this moment, all eyes of the audience were on Fang Sisi, not for her strength, but for her unyielding fighting spirit.

As long as they are not in the ring, even players, they will cast their eyes at this moment.

"Why doesn't she admit defeat?" Beside Zhao Feiyang, Tian Qi whispered, and at the same time, his face was full of doubts.

Zhao Feiyang crossed his arms and said with emotion: "This is the real warrior, with the fighting spirit of never giving in and never giving up. If she can continue to grow, her future is limitless."

After a pause, Zhao Feiyang continued: "Talent is innate, and strength can also be gradually achieved through acquired efforts. But only this fighting spirit is difficult for ordinary people to achieve."

"Brother Feiyang thinks highly of him." Tian Qi said softly, "Brother Feiyang, do you have the fighting spirit?"

Zhao Feiyang smiled when he heard the words, and said: "Anyone who wants to become a strong person must have this kind of fighting spirit. I, Bingwuji, Duan Xingyun, even Fairy Huoyun and Cheng Shuang, they all have this kind of fighting spirit." Wait for fighting spirit."

When everyone around heard the words, they gasped in unison.

It turned out that the gap between them and these masters was not only talent, but also fighting spirit.

It is very difficult for everyone present to ask themselves if they want to maintain their fighting spirit despite such pain.

"You didn't admit defeat? Very good, that's great, we can continue playing." Weng Jin grinned grimly, and slowly raised the sword in his hand, with a sharp cold light shining on the blade.

"With this sword, I will cut off your legs completely!"

The entire martial arts arena was quiet, and Weng Jin's cold words were particularly obvious.

On the ring, the middle-aged referee frowned, and gave Yue Chen a dissatisfied look.

If neither Yue Chen nor Fang Sisi intends to admit defeat, as a referee, he can't stop it.

Seeing that the sword was about to be cut off, as a level 5 magic weapon, it could easily cut off Fang Sisi's legs, not even much more difficult than cutting tofu.

Countless women closed their eyes subconsciously, not daring to watch such a cruel scene.

There are also some people whose expressions have become extraordinarily excited, as if they really like watching the scene of massacre.

"Admit defeat!"

At this moment, Yue Chen's calm voice finally sounded slowly.

Weng Jin was dissatisfied, as if he didn't hear it, the sword in his hand slashed down fiercely.

"Stop!" The referee yelled, his figure flickering, and he stood in front of the sword.

At the same time, a light and shadow shot up from below the ring, hugged Fang Sisi's body, and retreated sharply.

When the referee caught Weng Jin's sword, Yue Chen and Fang Sisi were already on the edge of the ring.

"You won!" The middle-aged referee gave Weng Jin a cold look and shouted.

Countless viewers didn't know why, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

"Huh!" Zhao Feiyang couldn't help exclaiming when everyone's eyes were still on Weng Jin and the referee.

"Brother Feiyang, what's wrong?" Tian Qi asked.

Zhao Feiyang's face was serious, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't you think that the speed at which Yue Chen appeared just now was a bit too fast?"

"Is there? It seems to be!" Tian Qi scratched his head, his eyesight was a bit weak, and in his eyes, shouldn't all masters be fast? He couldn't see clearly the speed of Zhao Feiyang's shots.

"Brother Feiyang, is Yue Chen very strong?" Tian Qi couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I'll find out after a while." Zhao Feiyang smiled and said, "Weng Jin is a very good whetstone. You should know how good Yue Chen is soon."

"Oh!" Tian Qi responded inexplicably, and then continued to look at the ring.

On the ring, Weng Jin looked at the referee very dissatisfied. Although he didn't say anything, the expression in his eyes was extremely fierce.

The referee ignored Weng Jin's attitude and said indifferently: "Give back your sword."

"Hmph!" Weng Jin snorted coldly, power surged in his hand, poured into the sword like a tide, and then flung it out fiercely, piercing Yue Chen who was three meters away.

The silver light suddenly appeared, and the sword was as fast as lightning.

Many people followed Jianguang subconsciously and looked at Yue Chen.

This sword seems to be aimed directly at Yue Chen's body, can Yue Chen catch it?

If you can't catch it, I'm afraid you will suffer a dumb loss.

It is even possible to be killed on the spot.

Although it is said that the competition in the arena is over, there are still many warriors who are accidentally killed.

If Yue Chen is killed, he can only blame himself for not being good at learning.

Finally, when the sword was about to stab Yue Chen's calf, Yue Chen's hand moved...