Pope System of Rebirth

Even though he suffered such a heavy blow, Qin Lang was becoming more and more energetic at this time, which was completely different from the old man's slightly gloomy look.

Qin Lang sneered and turned around, flying towards the old man again. His right arm had been fully restored. This terrifying regeneration ability was frightening.

The more than 100,000 spectators were only shocked at this time, and they all sighed in their hearts:

"It's so scary. This guy is so perverted, and his resilience is amazing."

"Yes, another legendary figure is born."

"Yes, his power is already close to the peak of the strongest!"

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Countless spectators only felt deep sighs in their hearts, and could not even feel the slightest jealousy.

There are outstanding young and strong men in every era. These young and strong men are all the proud ones of heaven. There is no doubt about their strength.

However, legends are rare. Young masters of this level are already perverts among monsters.

Qin Lang was included in this category at this time, and his brilliance was enough to eclipse all the young and powerful men of today, as well as the proud men of heaven.

"Ah -" Qin Lang struck at the old man again, and the dazzling arc of lightning flashed around him, and his unparalleled heroic appearance made people's hearts tremble.

The two kept fighting, and the old man attacked with all his strength, often causing Qin Lang to be severely injured and disabled. However, the next moment, Qin Lang became a hundred times more energetic again, and all his injuries were recovered.

The more the old man fought, the more frightened he became. Every time he fought, he was passive. Qin Lang's fighting consciousness and instinct deeply frightened him.

How could it be? This boy's fighting skills and consciousness are so terrifying, and the power of thunder and lightning he masters is so skillful and natural.

Qin Lang completely let go of everything at this time, his eyes flashed with blood, and he tirelessly launched an offensive against the old man.

This feeling is really great. Every punch I make seems to be perfect, but there is no order. Why is this? Could it be that I can't integrate it?

Qin Lang, who was aware of this, kept realizing that each of his punches became faster, wilder and more frenzied. The purple thunder continued to melt into the flesh and blood and then exploded instantly. This was almost perfect.

The control is unbelievable and completely incomprehensible.

Both Ziyun City Lord and Ximen had strange looks in their eyes. Most of them found it hard to accept:

"Alang's fighting skills and awareness have actually been sublimated. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"Yes, it's ridiculous. This kind of fighting consciousness and skills can only be acquired after a long period of hard training and fighting."

"Indeed, this is completely contrary to common sense. It's just that Qin Lang's battle trajectory seems to be unpredictable."

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Although Lord Ziyun and Ximen were extremely disbelieving, they still subconsciously acquiesced to this.

If it were anyone else, it would indeed be impossible, but the guy in front of me now is a pervert, a top-notch pervert, oh, maybe the word 'pervert' can no longer be used to describe it.

Maybe this scene is really amazing. But to Qin Lang, it feels so leisurely and comfortable.

Qin Lang was completely immersed in this wonderful feeling. His body kept turning around, and his fists were like two tireless giant hammers, constantly hitting the old man.

The two immediately fell into a stalemate. Even though the old man had a strong fighting spirit, he barely had the upper hand at this time.

"Damn it, this kid's fighting moves are completely disorganized and messy. However, every move and style is its own style. How could it be so weird..."

The more the old man fought, the more frightened he became. Qin Lang's fighting consciousness was so terrifying that he could not suppress it. This was really an extremely absurd thing.

Gradually, Feng Kuang fell into a strange situation. His eyes trembled, and his body instantly turned into a strange arc of lightning, and his fists struck the old man like two twisted phantoms...

The old man with trembling eyes sneered slightly, and slashed horizontally with his one-handed giant sword, causing Qin Lang's body to stagnate, and was instantly sent flying dozens of feet away. This blow made Qin Lang's chest and abdomen appear several feet long.

The mouth is shocking.

However, there was a smile on Qin Lang's lips. Although the attack just now was immature, if he tried it a few more times, it would definitely surpass a single move.

Without hesitation, he pounced on the old man again. At this moment, Qin Lang's eyes showed extreme madness.

Is this kid a freak? Isn't he tired?

The old man's eyes were full of surprise. He was really helpless. This boy's vitality was stronger than Xiao Qiang's. Although his attack power could not be compared with his own, his fighting endurance seemed to be endless.

"Hey, old guy, what's wrong? Are you going to die? Let me help you get rid of it as soon as possible?"

Qin Lang, who sneered several times, was merciless and ridiculed the old man.

The old man looked ferocious and hummed: "You little bastard, you simply don't know how to live or die."

"Haha... The boy's life is tough. Come and get it if you have the guts?"

This time, Qin Lang once again scolded the old man's mother unscrupulously, making the old man furious and unable to control himself.

The old man roared and once again rushed towards the wind with great force. He smiled ferociously and said: "Today, I will kill you."

Qin Lang was not to be outdone, and sneered jokingly: "Old bastard, I will keep one of your granddaughters to burn paper money for you."

The increasingly furious old man stopped talking, and another round of fighting began between the two sides.

This time the battle was already at a fever pitch, both sides were really fighting with each other and were completely in a state of madness.

Wherever he passed, the iron chains in the purgatory continued to break, and the pool of blood continued to surge.

Qin Lang, on the other hand, was constantly improving and adapting to his own moves. Feng Kuang was almost stepped on by Feng Kuang several times, but his abnormal resilience brought Qin Lang back from the brink of death.

Qin Lang's eyes shined brighter and brighter, revealing endless brilliance:

"Hehe... That's wonderful, old guy, you are my whetstone."

Qin Lang became more and more wild, and his fighting consciousness and instincts were qualitatively changing and sublimating, and extremely fast.

After all, Qin Lang was an ordinary person in the beginning, and he didn't even fight on his own.

In most of the battles, Qin Lang relied on his men, and there weren't really too many hand-to-hand fights about him.

Even though he was a few games older, he was still lacking.

But it was different today. Qin Lang was facing a peak powerhouse at the early stage of the fifth level. At least in the Blue Rain Continent, except for gods, a fifth-level powerhouse could indeed be considered the peak level.

Facing a strong man of this level, Qin Lang's fighting consciousness and instincts are definitely not as good as the old man's

"Hey, the most important thing for me now is to improve my fighting consciousness. And the improvement effect during fighting is undoubtedly the best!" With this concept in mind, Qin Lang desperately integrated the piglets.

fighting instincts and tricks.

Various trajectories are constantly circulating and blending. Qin Lang's moves are even more chaotic. This is a process of sublimation of realm, which can be said to be extremely rare.

The more the old man fought, the more uncomfortable he became. He watched Qin Lang almost kill him several times, but after a while, Qin Lang's wound seemed to have been sprayed with a growth agent, and it grew at an extremely rapid rate. This terrible regeneration even caused the old man to give birth.

There was a sense of powerlessness.

Originally, with the old man's cultivation, his will must be extremely tenacious and could not be bent, but Qin Lang, a weakling who could not be beaten to death, really made him helpless.

Seeing Qin Lang changing his fighting moves and methods again, the old man's eyes showed a sharp light.

"We can't go on like this. If we let him grow any more, I will be defeated."…

The old man's heart was filled with rage, and he looked up to the sky and roared. At this moment, the old man seemed to have erupted all the fighting energy in his body, and the ten-foot-wide space was completely as black as ink, as if in a state of death, swallowing everything.

"Nirvana in the Sky——" The name of this move was shouted in his mouth. The old man's whole body was filled with the power of heaven, the giant sword flew into the sky, and strange black runes shone.

The trembling old man spit out a mouthful of blood, and the power of the giant sword was even more terrifying.

The space in the area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius is constantly being destroyed. The iron chains in the purgatory are constantly breaking.

The sound of "click--" is heard endlessly, which makes one's heart and soul chill.

Ximen and others' eyes were horrified, and they backed away continuously.

Keai and Bai'er also kept retreating. This terrifying wave of air made them unbearable even though they were thousands of feet away.

The remaining young people from the two parties have already withdrawn from the purgatory. Their cultivation level is really unable to withstand such terrible pressure.

Zhu Yue, who was standing in front of everyone in the Guards of the Goddess of Light, sighed:

"I really didn't expect that what was originally a battle between us and the young masters of the Dark Night Empire has now evolved to such a peak battle."

"Haha... that guy is really too perverted. He really can't be judged by his appearance." The big guy on the side laughed and still called Qin Lang 'guy'.

Zhu Yue shook his head and hummed: "That's true. Even though you look big, you are actually very weak." The big man smiled foolishly...

Looking solemnly at the old man's domineering power, Qin Lang continued to gather all the strength in his body.

This blow will be the one that determines victory or defeat. I will definitely be invincible!

Qin Lang's eyes were filled with determination and persistence. At this moment, Qin Lang's whole body was exploding with lightning arcs. Purple lights pierced the sky. The purgatory field was completely filled with purple thunder. The sea of ​​blood was full of shock at this moment.

The beauty of.

The dazzling thunder arc reflected in the blood red color became a stunning beauty that can never be erased in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of viewers at this moment.

"ah--"

The veins on Qin Lang's forehead popped out, the blood in his eyes seemed to have condensed into substance, and his face also exuded a frightening and ferocious aura.

A beast. At this moment, Qin Lang has transformed into a beast. His endless bloodthirsty makes Qin Lang's rational defense line tighten and almost break.

Slowly clenching his fists, the clearly audible 'pop' sound sounded like the beating of a war drum at this moment.

"Kill -" Qin Lang roared again, his body disappeared instantly, and a shocking thunder that shattered the sky hit the old man in an instant.

At this moment, the old man's body stretched across the sky, and his giant sword revealed numerous battle patterns, which made people's hearts tremble.

A roar like a giant black dragon in the west came from the old man's mouth, and his body turned around, as if the god of darkness had descended.

The black giant sword carried the old man's earth-shaking power and met the shocking thunder transformed by Qin Lang. This blow must be a shocking blow.

The lightning arc and the black current were constantly in friction. At the moment of contact, the two torrents of power collided instantly:

"Rumble--"

As if an eight-magnitude earthquake had occurred, the entire purgatory field was constantly shaking, countless iron chains were breaking and being eliminated, and the terrifying air waves directly knocked Ximen and others out of the purgatory field.

The more than 100,000 spectators outside the purgatory were all retreating with fear in their eyes, because several turbulent energy currents silently killed several spectators in front of them, leaving not even the residue left.

The power of this blow was absolutely terrifying. Half of the chains in the entire purgatory broke, several cracks appeared in the ground, and the blood pool continued to evaporate.

With a "bang" sound, a figure fell straight to the bottom of the blood pool, making a muffled sound. At this time, the blood pool was already drying up.

There is no doubt that this figure is Qin Lang. He is already seriously injured at this time. The arm bones of his arms are exposed. The left arm is white, while the right arm is black. His body is covered with dense cloth.

The scars and blood flowed wildly without any scruples.

In the center of the purgatory field, there is a trembling body standing on it. His eyes are slightly distracted, but they are indeed extremely determined.