Super Fantasy Big Bang

After canceling the special effect of ice and fire on his body, Chen Xiao hung a magic shield on himself. In this way, the consumption of fireball and ice spear was not as much as the energy he recovered.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hasn't mastered this ability for a long time, he can definitely summon fifteen fireballs to attack at a time, and even so, it is only just equal to his energy recovery.

There were more and more ice crystals on Zhao Zhiyuan's body. At first, he was able to catch up with Chen Xiao, but when he got behind, the flames burned all the clothes on his body, and the ice crystals condensed, unexpectedly slowing down his speed little by little.

The destructive power of the fireball technique is not strong, and it only leaves a scorched black mark on the body.

However, no matter how good Zhao Zhiyuan's physique was, he couldn't bear the firing rate of two rounds per second!

After carrying dozens of them hard, he had to start dodging.

Chen Xiao continued to circle around with ease, and he got the point that Zhao Zhiyuan didn't attack from a long distance.

The two lasted for half an hour, and Zhao Zhiyuan had no choice but to surrender when he couldn't bear it anymore.

His points were almost used up before the game. No one expected that the third stage of the battle would have such a big requirement for knowledge. Now his three skills are still in the short-term collection of materials for him to complete the task. exchanged.

And exchanged the wrong skill.

It can only be said that a momentary thought deviation led to his current mistakes and lost the game.

After Chen Xiao won, he directly looked at Wang Yang not far away. The next match was between Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan.

If Wang Yang can't beat Zhao Zhiyuan, then the ranking of the top three can be decided. On the contrary, if Wang Yang wins, Chen Xiao and Wang Yang will have a fight to fight.

However, just as Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan came to the stage, ten mysterious people wearing camouflage came to the camp.

A silent and majestic aura emanated from them. After arriving at the camp, they did not go in, but came to the competition venue with the sound of the uproar.

Zhao Zhiyuan's injuries and exhaustion had recovered, and the two stood on the stage, with a constipated expression on his face.

"Wang Ju, you don't want to fly a kite too, do you? If so, then I'll just admit defeat."

Chen Xiao really beat him out of the shadows. Zhao Zhiyuan was definitely the number one in melee combat in the camp, but he was still beaten like this, and he was powerless to fight back.

Wang Yang looked at him who was struggling, and smiled.

"My points are about the same as yours. I exchanged almost all of them at the beginning of the competition. I was promoted yesterday, so I only exchanged for two skills."

"Two skills?"

Zhao Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously for a while.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhiyuan rushed out, and the blue and red colors flashed away from him, and his speed and strength suddenly reached the extreme.

Before he could finish his roar, Wang Yang saw a black shadow rushing towards his face with a strong wind, passing tens of meters in an instant.

"Bang..." Wang Yang raised his hand like lightning to block the claw, but at the same time, his forearm muscles couldn't bear the huge force, blood vessels burst open, and blood gushed out.

"Hiss!" "Wow!"

Zhao Zhiyuan let out a scream, hugged his arm, and bounced back at once, looking at Wang Yang whose arm was blood red in horror.

"What the hell are you?!"

Wang Yang was stunned, and explained: "Sharing the senses, this spell will transfer all the sensations I feel to you tenfold."

As he said that, a burst of light flashed on his forearm, and the wound recovered visible to the naked eye.

"There is also a healing technique. These two are the skills I exchanged yesterday."

Zhao Zhiyuan stared blankly at Wang Yang explaining to him seriously, with a black line in his heart.

"Hey, hey, talk, this is a martial arts competition, is it really okay for you to tell me your cards so honestly?"

"Hole card? No, this is not my hole card."

Grinning, Wang Yang stopped talking, and rushed towards Zhao Zhiyuan, who had turned into a black beast, with his fists.

"Do you think it won't hurt if you don't hit me? No, the force is mutual. If I hit you,

I will be in pain too! "

Dodging two punches, Zhao Zhiyuan landed with one claw.

Wang Yang didn't dodge or dodge, seeing the claw waving towards him, he smiled and raised a middle finger to push it up.

"click"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

Wang Yang's middle finger was broken from the middle, the bones were exposed to the air, and the other half of the finger was directly stained with blood and fell to the ground.

People say ten fingers connect to heart, even Wang Yang's face twitched, and Zhao Zhiyuan clenched his fists tightly and kept hitting the floor with his hands.

Huge pain kept rushing to his mind. It was not uncommon for him to experience a broken finger, but if this feeling was magnified ten times, that feeling was simply insane.

If breaking off his fingers could suppress the pain, Zhao Zhiyuan would definitely break off his own fingers immediately.

Wang Yang didn't take the opportunity to attack, he healed his middle finger unhurriedly, and straightened it sharply.

Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan on the ground, he waved his hands and said slowly: "Surrender, you will be like this before I use up my hole cards, I don't want to kill you."

Just a shared sense cannot defeat Zhao Zhiyuan. Wang Yang knew that if he attacked at this time, Zhao Zhiyuan would definitely fight him with pain.

The people of the Demon Sect have experienced many battles, and the pain magnified ten times may suppress them for a while, but they will adapt quickly.

Wang Yang didn't want to waste time on him, but what he said was extremely mocking to Zhao Zhiyuan's ears.

"Tch." With a sneer, Zhao Zhiyuan frowned and stood up, looking down at Wang Yang.

"Director Wang, do you think everyone in my Demon Sect is a coward? Surrender?"

"..."

"impossible--!!"

Amidst the roar, sharp black claws tore through the air, and Zhao Zhiyuan's face was distorted and ferocious because of anger.

Demon Gate is not an evil term in the camp. On the contrary, people in the camp feel that the members of Demon Gate are brave and fearless.

Wang Yang asked Zhao Zhiyuan to surrender, which is tantamount to saying that men can't do it.

How can a man say no? !

Seeing Zhao Zhiyuan rushing up again, Wang Yang's eyes sharpened, his already prepared fists burst into purple lines, the blood on his face swelled, and his eyes were red.

He reached out and grabbed one of Zhao Zhiyuan's sharp claws, and suddenly pushed forward forcefully.

With a "click", Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes widened. This time, one of his fingers was really broken.

However, this pain is far less than just now.

I saw that he allowed the severed finger to be completely broken, and the sharp claws he swung down continued to move faster, and slapped Wang Yang on the chest.

Immediately, four blood lines flew out from Wang Yang's body.

The sharp claws are like the wind, and the success is endless. Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes gradually revealed a trace of madness.

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