Super Comic System

"Huh? Qi Yang?" Xiao Zimo frowned even deeper.

In his impression, he didn't know Qi Yang at all, but his title was worthy of Xiao Zimo's suspicion.

Tongtian Fist Saint?

Is it a bit strange to be close to his Tongtian Fist?

However, Xiao Zimo didn't think too much about it. He thought that the system still had one more task, which was to win the first place in the rankings.

With a little tiptoe, he jumped directly onto the ring, looking at the young man in front of him with his eyes.

"I didn't expect the remnants of Mu Yang's family, what a surprise!" Qi Yang looked at Xiao Zimo in front of him, hooked the corners of his mouth, and revealed a cruel smile.

"Muyang's family? What do you mean?" Xiao Zimo frowned even deeper, not knowing what Qi Yang was talking about.

"Tongtian Fist..." Qi Yang spat out four words with his mouth, which made Xiao Zimo's pupils shrank involuntarily.

"Who the hell are you!" As soon as he mentioned Tongtian Fist, Xiao Zimo immediately became excited. After all, Tongtian Fist is a unique skill passed down in his family. Now someone actually said something about Tongtian Fist, which made him finally see hope.

"The person who killed you..." The corners of Qi Yang's mouth lightly lifted, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"It seems that you also have bad intentions!" Xiao Zimo's eyes also turned cold.

From Qi Yang's words just now, Xiao Zimo could hear that he had a strong killing intent towards him, as if he couldn't wait to kill himself. Xiao Zimo then contacted what he said just now, saying that he belonged to Mu Yang's family Remnants.

"Could it be that my surname is not Xiao, but Mu Yang?" Xiao Zimo murmured.

"Today, I want to see how far the remnants of Mu Yang's family have cultivated Tongtian Fist. I really want to try you!"

Whoosh!

Said, Qi Yang stepped on the ground with his right foot, and made a fist with his left hand.

call out!

A cloud of golden breath enveloped his left hand, and then the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and his figure appeared in front of Xiao Zimo in an instant, and he punched out at the same time.

"What!" Facing the overwhelming fists coming towards him, Xiao Zimo didn't have time to think, and directly put his hands on his chest, trying to block it.

boom!

However, Xiao Zimo's hands seemed to be attacked by an unprecedented force, and he flew out directly and fell on the edge of the ring.

puff!

He tilted his head to the side and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his face gradually paled.

"Oh! I didn't expect the remnants of Mu Yang's family to be so weak! They couldn't even bear my punch, tsk tsk tsk!" Qi Yang walked towards Xiao Zimo slowly, shaking his head with disdain.

"Puff cough cough!" Xiao Zimo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly.

"A cultivator with a nine-star physique!" The light in his eyes flashed, and he looked at Qi Yang and said word by word.

"I didn't expect it! You, a practitioner with an eight-star physique and the fifth sound, can actually sense my realm. I didn't expect it!" Qi Yang walked up to Xiao Zimo and said with a smile on his face.

"I......"

boom!

As soon as Xiao Zimo spoke, he received a heavy punch from Qi Yang in the stomach. His whole body was bowed like a shrimp, and traces of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

boom!

Before Xiao Zimo could react, Qi Yang once again punched Xiao Zimo in the stomach.

puff!

Xiao Zimo's body flew directly out of the arena, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood arrows. Seeing that his body was about to fall outside the arena, Qi Yang grabbed his ankle and threw him onto the arena again. .

"Zimo!"

"Brother Zimo!"

When Tang Chuxue and others in the audience saw Xiao Zimo being beaten and bleeding, his heart ached as if being stabbed by a knife, and he kept roaring.

"If you want to fall out of the ring, you can't!" Qi Yang stepped on Xiao Zimo's body, shaking his head as he watched, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..." Xiao Zimo was stepped on by Qi Yang, coughing non-stop, unable to say a word.

"Why... can't say a word, weren't you crazy before?" Qi Yang kept stepping on Xiao Zimo's back, his eyes full of disdain.

"Fucking bastard son of a bitch, a cultivator with a nine-star physique at the third stage actually hits a cultivator with an eight-star physique at the fifth level, damn it!" Ye Nansheng, who was sitting on the jade chair, ruthlessly He slapped the armrest of the jade chair hard, and his eyes seemed to spit out fire, fixedly staring at Qi Yang on the ring.

boom!

Xiao Zimo didn't know where the strength came from, and rolled aside the moment Qi Yang raised his foot, and slowly stood up.

"I didn't expect you to still have strength! Not bad!" Qi Yang watched Xiao Zimo staring at him coldly, the disdain in his eyes became stronger, and he walked towards him slowly.

"Heh...heh...heh..." Xiao Zimo panted continuously, looking at Qi Yang who was slowly walking towards him, he began to think slowly .

"Stop struggling, you will never be able to defeat me, just with your eight-star physique, don't think about it, and accept the reality! When I cripple you, I will let you reunite with your family!" Qi Yang's face turned pale. He suddenly became ferocious, his left hand clenched his fist, circles of golden aura wrapped around his hand, and he punched Xiao Zimo violently.

"It doesn't matter, let's leave everything to fate!" The struggling look in Xiao Zimo's eyes flashed, and he quickly became resolute. At this moment, a purple palm-sized fruit appeared in his hand, There are some spiral patterns on it, which is obviously a devil fruit.

Click!

Xiao Zimo swallowed it without saying a word, and at the same time Qi Yang's fist had come to him.

Helpless, Xiao Zimo could only take a step back, and Qi Yang's fist gradually swept Xiao Zimo's body with a trace of overwhelming momentum.

boom!

At this moment, Xiao Zimo's stomach was directly hit by Qi Yang's fist.

puff!

A large piece of blood sprayed out from his mouth, dyeing the ring red and Qi Yang's clothes at the same time, he flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell on the edge of the ring, and lay on it He remained motionless, as if dead.

"Zimo!"

"Brother Zimo!"

When Tang Chuxue and the others saw Xiao Zimo lying motionless on the ring, as if dead, they immediately roared and wanted to rush to the ring, but they were stopped by Qiu Zhenhui and the others.

"Don't move! Lao Tie is not dead! His breath is not disordered at all!" Qiu Zhenhui tugged on Tang Chuxue's body desperately, and at the same time lowered his voice and roared angrily.