rebirth proud of the world

() The technique practiced by Yang Ming is called the Blood Evil Pluto Sword, which is provided by the Hong family where Hong Liebing is located.

According to rumors, it was created by a peerless madman who had been scattered three thousand years ago. In that era, he was almost invincible, killed countless people, and was an authentic fifth-level ultimate holy master.

A person like him could have been rampant in the world, founded a sect, created a family, and had a glory for a while.

But obsessed with martial arts, he gave up all the glory and wealth in the secular world and lived just to pursue the ultimate martial arts.

He died in the end very tragic and brilliant.

In order to pursue the ultimate martial arts, he ignored the dissuasion of the ancestor of the Hong family and broke into the Nanman Mountains alone on the Nanman Witch Clan territory, killing millions of Nanman Witch Clan warriors, and setting off endless wars.

The third-level master of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan's thousands of troops is invincible, the fourth-level master of the dragon, even the fifth-level master of the holy realm flying in the air... He was killed in large numbers, with blood

The jungle of the mountains is dyed red.

In the contemporary era, sweeping invincible and lawless!

But unfortunately, such a powerful man who was shocking the past and the present was ultimately still a sixth-level demigod-level powerful man who could not defeat the angels and master the power of rules, and was killed by the ancestor of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

This peerless madman came and went alone in his life, without children, and had no descendants of his robes and deeds. Fortunately, when he left, he left the secret book "Blood Evil Pluto Sword" on the southern front.

It is precisely because of this that, in Yang Ming’s hands, the peerless sword he created can be seen again and continue its glory!

On the competition stage, Leng Feng stood proudly, fearless, and his eyebrows were so heroic.

He suffered severe damage to his right shoulder and handed over the sword between his left hand. His momentum was fierce and his murderous intent was overwhelming. He stood proudly and stood still in the boundless blood evil aura.

"Yang Ming!" Yang Ming nodded, his tongue thundered and shook the void. "Good luck!"

The rich blood evil spirit is called the Dao Qi, mixed with the blazing and dazzling third-level golden fighting spirit, rolling up, sweeping around all directions, illuminating the entire audience, bringing a terrifying momentum.

Leng Feng nodded and returned the salute, and his body moved. He held the sword and strode forward suddenly. The raging golden fire burned the void, covering a ten-meter-long land, with a high momentum.

It seems that he is ready to take the initiative to fight.

"Hahaha... you don't retreat but advance? Leng Feng, you have a genital!" Yang Ming laughed at the sky, stepped on the ground, and stepped forward violently, and greeted Leng Feng.

The head was full of long hair and the bloody battle knife in his hand was dragged to the ground, and a bloodthirsty aura that seemed like a prehistoric beast was overflowing.

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

In the flash, just as Leng Feng and Yang Ming were exactly one meter apart, they suddenly till the earth with great understanding and suddenly rose up at the same time.

"Bang--"

Amid a loud noise that was astonishing as the sky was terrifying, the two of them were like two mighty dragons fighting for life and death. They collided violently, causing thousands of ripples of winds.

The third-level fire is xing gold fighting spirit vs the third-level blood evil gold fighting spirit!

Needle-to-be-skinned!

The head-on collision between two powerful men of Yibi level!

"Puff..." Blood surged out of Leng Feng's mouth. In the face of Yang Ming, he was shocked by more than ten feet away and ended up at a clear disadvantage.

The bleeding wound was finally stopped on the right shoulder. Under the impact of the huge energy, it suddenly tore open. The gurgling blood flowed out again and dripped to the ground, dyeing large pieces of stones red.

But he still didn't realize it, his eyes always staring at Yang Ming tightly, not daring to relax at all.

"Hahaha..." Yang Ming laughed to the sky, his fighting spirit was fierce, his eyes were red, and he strode forward, his attack was fierce, and he did not give Leng Feng any breathing.

The Blood Evil Pluto Sword was fully used, and the killing aura rose and its power was overwhelming.

The rich blood energy instantly filled the audience, as if they were about to turn the entire martial arts platform into a blood sea hell and fall into the underworld.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

The blood-se sword in Yang Ming's hand danced wildly, slashing horizontally and vertically, opening and closing, tearing the atmosphere apart, and being strong and uncast, the whole person was as crazy as a madman, and the energy swept the whole audience, and the sword light could be seen everywhere, cutting the earth.

This overwhelming power is enough to make ordinary third-level peak-level powerful people shook their heads and sigh, not daring to resist.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Leng Feng's left hand battle sword was blocked with his left hand, and under Yang Ming's violent and fierce Blood Evil Sword, he retreated step by step, and blood splattered all the way through the void.

The dazzling and blazing golden fire on his body was now suppressed by the surging blood evil spirit.

"Roar!" Yang Ming roared angrily, his body was infinitely raised, and a hazy blood-seat phantom with a face of ten feet was transformed into a magical transformation, and the blood-seat battle knife in his hand suddenly slashed down from top to bottom.

"Swish--"

The sword light was more than ten feet long, and it was fierce, as if it was about to split the entire competition platform from it and divide it into two.

At this time, Yang Ming really had the power to punish the world and kill the universe!

"boom--"

Leng Feng couldn't dodge, just like a wooden stake, and was blasted into the earth by Yang Ming's thunderous sword.

His left arm holding the sword spasmed violently, the tiger's mouth broke, and blue veins like dragons emerged from his arm.

"Puff..." Leng Feng's throat turned sweet, he opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood. His internal organs were hurt, and his internal injuries were already shaken.

Coupled with the large amount of blood loss on his right shoulder, he was really worried about internal and external troubles at this time and was completely at a disadvantage.

However, Yang Ming didn't care about this. With a loud shout, he attacked again with a knife, and the rich blood evil aura rushed straight into the Gang Dou. With a knife, the light shone brightly, even the first third-level sub-dragon would die on the spot.

"Swish--"

Leng Feng's eyes flashed, and the sword went in a different direction. He hit the side of the red sword that Yang Ming suddenly slashed down, and the accuracy was correct, causing it to deviate from the trajectory and land on the side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Feng's body shook and rose up from the ground, like a flying eagle crossing, dodging from a distance.

"Swish swish swish swish--"

Yang Ming chased after him, swung the red war knife in his hand three times in a row, and three bloody sword lights slashed out in the shape of a font, like thunder, tearing the atmosphere apart, piercing through the mountains, forcing Leng Feng backwards continuously.

"Swish--"

Yang Ming's body shook, his feet sank, and he swung suddenly. The bloody sword tore through the sky and stirred the atmosphere. A ten-foot-meter blood evil qi tornado hurricane swept across the entire area, plowing three feet into the ground.

"Um..." Leng Feng groaned, and was rushing by the ten-foot blood evil spirit tornado tornado hurricane, and retreated step by step, less than seven feet away from the edge of the competition platform.

"Drink!" Yang Ming made a thrust like a tiger, and waved a knife in the air with his right hand. With a swish, a three-meter-long blood-se sword light forced out, causing Leng Feng to protect his body to almost dissipate the third-level golden fighting spirit.

"Puff... cough cough..." Leng Feng's mouth and nose were bleeding, his face was pale, his steps were scattered, and he had reached the end of his strength.

However, his eyes became more and more dazzling, like a flaming lion that had been dormant for eternity, waiting for the last chance.

If you don’t move, you will be gone. If you move, you will be like a rock breaking through the sky. Thunder rolls around. The world is in a mighty way, sweeping across the audience, making everyone tremble under his attack!

"Swish--"

Yang Ming followed the sword force and rushed forward with a single step. The blood evil sword energy covered the sky and swung out with one sword. He had an enemy but no one, and he could slash the mountains.

Yang Ming is an authentic third-level great success gold fighter. With the blood evil pluto sword technique, the power of a sword is enough to make adult Asian dragons, third-level great success peak masters, and thousands of troops.

Retreat and leave.

If Leng Feng is at the peak, even if he loses to Yang Ming, he will not be much worse, and even if he confronts him head-on, it is not a bad idea.

But at this moment, he lost too much blood and suffered internal organs. His combat power was gone for five or six times, and he no longer dared to confront Yang Ming head-on.

"Ping—"

Leng Feng stepped down, used his body technique, and quickly retreated, and it was several feet away in the blink of an eye.

He slashed out his left sword in succession, and the fire fighting spirit was forced to rush towards Yang Ming, who was chasing him closely, like a maggot on his tars.

Yang Ming, who was full of fighting spirit, refused to give up the initiative, and did not hide. He swept the world with his blood sword while waving the blood sword, and the blood sword light was forced to emit more than ten feet long, almost covering the entire competition platform.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang-"

The fire fighting spirit was shattered and destroyed by the bloody sword light.

The rolling hot wind made Yang Ming dance with his long hair and his robe roar.

Suddenly, he stretched out his big hand, opened his five fingers, and grabbed it in the air. The blood evil energy mixed with the third-level golden fighting energy, surging into the void, turning into a giant hand between substance and illusion, with a full acre size.

As soon as this huge hand appeared, a wave of thousands of men could defeat the turbulent aura that suppressed the audience and immediately rotated and spread, allowing everyone to clearly feel it.

Yang Ming pinched his left hand and pressed it down suddenly. With a loud bang, the huge hand of a huge mu was violently printed, invincible, breaking the entire competition platform, and a deep pit of a huge mu appeared.

Leng Feng's figure disappeared!

A series of exclamations came from the countless students watching the battle below. They almost all thought Leng Feng was dead under Yang Ming's palm.

"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned, and his sharp eyes accompanied by the pervasive third-level spiritual consciousness, sweeping the whole audience, and seeing through the eyes, as if he was looking for something.

What is he looking for?

Of course it can only be Leng Feng!

Leng Feng has experienced many battles and has extremely rich combat experience. As early as the moment when the huge palm was violently printed, he knew that he could not resist this attack.

Therefore, his feet sank, and he used the third-level golden fighting spirit to penetrate into the earth like a gopher in the moment when he was in front of his huge palm and body.

At this moment, he was walking around under the ground of the martial arts platform, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In front of the third-level golden fighters with spiritual consciousness, even the dark earth could not stop their pace and could not obscure their sight. (To be continued.)