Peerless God Lord

Chapter 639

"How come this person has no cultivation?"

"It seems to be a body-refining warrior!"

"Body refining warriors should also have some cultivation, right? Do they specialize in physical training?"

Many people looked at Li Feng with doubts on their faces.

At the bottom of the stands, there was a referee's seat, where several people from the Death Row Arena were sitting.

One of them, an old man with slightly gray hair, had a burst of green light in his eyes. He looked at Li Feng carefully and said loudly: "The fourth level of the True Mysterious Realm!"

The old man is the elder of the Prison Arena. He is a strong martial artist. He has practiced powerful eye skills and can clearly see the martial artist's level of cultivation and physical strength.

He sits in the prison arena to prevent people from deliberately hiding their cultivation and making money here.

Otherwise, if someone deliberately hides his cultivation level and fights with someone whose cultivation level is lower than his own, that would be cheating. This is naturally not allowed in the Death Row Arena.

After hearing the old man's words, everyone suddenly realized that this man's physical strength was already comparable to that of a fourth-level warrior in the True Mysterious Realm.

Whoosh!

After a while, a middle-aged man with a cold face flew onto the battlefield,

"I'll fight you."

The middle-aged man is wearing a green robe, tall and thin, and his cultivation level is at the fourth level of the True Mystic Realm.

"Place your bet!"

On the referee's bench, a referee from the arena announced loudly.

Immediately, everyone began to place bets.

However, since Li Feng was a body-refining warrior and no one could see clearly, not many people placed bets on this battle, and the bets placed were generally not high.

Most of the people who placed bets were betting on the middle-aged man at the fourth level of the True Mysterious Realm to win.

In everyone's opinion, middle-aged people have a greater chance of winning.

If Li Feng cultivates both the physical body and the physical body, then Li Feng's winning rate will definitely be extremely high, but if he only cultivates the physical body, it will still be a little worse.

Warriors who only cultivate the physical body can only use brute force and have a single method, which is far inferior to warriors who refine Qi.

"Qingxuan, let's bet on Li Feng to win!" Su Mo said to Hong Qingxuan.

Immediately, he communicated with his mind and placed an iron bet in his hand, betting 50,000 high-grade spiritual stones with his mind.

"Brother Su Mo, is Li Feng very strong?" Hong Qingxuan asked slightly surprised when she saw Su Mo betting on Li Feng to win without hesitation.

Although she already knew that Li Feng's physical strength was comparable to that of a fourth-level warrior in the True Mysterious Realm, she was not too sure about how strong he was.

"It is impossible for an ordinary fourth-level True Profound Realm warrior to defeat Li Feng!" Su Mo said. He also practiced the Ancient Dragon Elephant Art. No one knew Li Feng's strength better than him.

Hong Qingxuan nodded when she heard this, and then she bet 20,000 high-grade spiritual stones on Li Feng.

On the battlefield.

Li Feng stared at the middle-aged man, with fighting spirit surging in his eyes.

"die!"

A sharp long knife appeared in his hand. Without saying a word, Li Feng rushed out like a cheetah and slashed at the middle-aged man with one knife.

Dazzling golden light shone, and layers of golden scales covered Li Feng's body, making him look like a golden-armored war god.

The sharp long knife cut through the air and struck the middle-aged man on the head with a huge force.

"You are the one who died!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the pale yellow profound energy on his body was surging. Endless profound energy was condensed on his palm.

Then, the middle-aged man struck the oncoming long knife with his palm.

The palm print was like a mountain, with great power, and the sword struck each other in an instant.

boom!

There was an explosion, and the palm print was directly slashed, and then the long knife collided with the middle-aged man's palm.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the middle-aged man was shaken violently, and then he was cut back more than a hundred feet.

"What? So powerful?"

The middle-aged man was shocked. Li Feng's long sword contained immense power. Even if he wore a glove on his hand, the palm of his hand was shattered by this sword.

The middle-aged man's face became solemn. He must not lose this battle. If he loses, he will die.

On the battlefield of the Death Row Arena, there is no hatred, no right or wrong, only life and death, and everything is for the spirit stone.

As long as he can kill Li Feng, he can earn 50,000 high-grade spiritual stones.

Seeing Li Feng charging towards him again, a green light flashed behind the middle-aged man, and his martial spirit was released.

The middle-aged man's martial spirit is a green grass, only three feet high and emerald green all over.

This is the Qingyuan Grass Martial Spirit. Although it cannot increase his combat power much, it can increase the recovery of his injuries and restore his vitality.

"kill!"

With a sharp shout, the middle-aged man thrust out both palms, and the huge palm prints were like a tide, crushing Li Feng's head and face.

"broken!"

Li Feng was not afraid at all, and slashed wildly with the long sword in his hand. Wherever the sword passed, all the palm prints were torn apart, turning into turbulent air waves that swept in all directions.

Li Feng's defense was strong, and he ignored these air waves and continued to charge towards the middle-aged man without losing speed.

The middle-aged man is very smart. He knows that he is not as strong as Li Feng and does not want to confront Li Feng head-on.

There was wind under his feet, and he used his body skills to the extreme to constantly distance himself from Li Feng.

The middle-aged man was like lightning, flashing around Li Feng, and his palm prints were blasting towards Li Feng from all directions.

Boom boom boom! !

Li Feng stopped, his sword dancing like a wind wheel, and any incoming palm prints were chopped off by him one by one.

At this moment, Li Feng couldn't help but frown slightly. Although he was stronger than his opponent, his speed was not as good as his opponent's, and his physical strength could not be used to attack from a distance. It would be difficult to kill this person.

In the stands, Su Mo naturally saw Li Feng's dilemma, but he was not worried.

With Li Feng's physical strength, even if he stood still and let the middle-aged man attack, it would be difficult to kill him.

On the battlefield, the battle continued and soon fell into a stalemate.

Li Feng can't do anything to middle-aged people, and middle-aged people can't do anything to Li Feng either.

Li Feng's eyes were like lightning, staring at the middle-aged man's flashing figure. No matter how fast the middle-aged man was, he still had time to breathe. That was his chance. He had to kill him with one strike.

Boom boom boom! !

The middle-aged man continued to attack, but his attacks were still unable to hurt Li Feng at all. He was also very anxious in his heart. It was not an option to continue like this.

Uh-huh!

After the middle-aged man struck another palm, he turned around and tried to get behind Li Feng.

At this time, when the old strength of middle-aged people has gone and the new energy has not yet emerged, there is a moment of pause.

"This is the time!"

Li Feng's eyes lit up and suddenly shot up. He suddenly stepped on the platform with the sole of his foot, and a powerful counterattack force instantly acted on him.

call out!

Li Feng's figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He was extremely fast and rushed towards the middle-aged man in an instant. In an instant, he rushed in front of the middle-aged man.

"The Tyrant Mad Dragon Slays!"

Holding the knife in both hands, Li Feng used his strength to the extreme and slashed down with one strike.

Roar!

The huge shadow of the ancient dragon elephant appeared on Li Feng, and Li Feng's power increased again.

The sharp long sword was like lightning striking down from the sky. Terrifying power was concentrated on the blade, and it was close to the middle-aged man's head in an instant.