Extract impurities, bedbugs become real dragons

"If Lin Feng's shrinking turtle really dares to come out, I'll make him kneel down and beg for mercy."

After speaking, Yang Ming stepped on the void and landed in the center of the ring.

As for Xiaolong, his pretty face flushed with anger.

After she devoured the dragon crystal, although her strength improved a lot, her time to transform into a dragon was still too short.

With Xiaolong's current strength, he is no match for Yang Ming at all.

Otherwise, Xiaolong would go up and smash Yang Ming right now.

"Now, I will guard the ring. If you are not convinced, you can go directly to the stage to fight with me!" At this time, Yang Ming's voice suddenly resounded in the sky.

But the audience was dead silent.

The warriors looked at each other, and no one dared to go on stage.

After all, Yang Ming who was standing on the ring at the moment was a fifth-order martial artist.

Even Zheng Shaoyang, the number one genius in the Hanyue Empire, cannot be his opponent!

"Brother Yang Ming, let me ask for advice first." At this time, Xu Huantian, the first talent of the Tianyuan Empire, came from the sky and landed on the ring.

Xu Huantian didn't have any nonsense, he took out a long sword as soon as he came up, and went straight to kill Yang Ming.

慷！

The sound of steel colliding suddenly resounded.

At the moment when Xu Huantian's sword fell, Yang Ming slowly raised his hand and clamped the long sword in Xu Huantian's hand with two fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ming exerted a little force, and the long sword shattered.

Xu Huantian flew out backwards as if he had been hit hard.

"Xu...Xu Huantian's sword was shattered by Yang Ming!"

"Xu Huantian held a Tier [-] Emperor Armament, and it was shattered by Yang Ming like this?!"

"Yang Ming's strength is too terrifying."

The crowd around the stands opened their mouths and exclaimed.

After Xu Huantian stabilized his body, he was not obsessed with fighting, but directly said: "Brother Yang, I admit defeat."

Xu Huantian almost used most of his strength for the sword just now.

But even so, he couldn't even cut off one of Yang Ming's hairs.

On the contrary, it was the emperor soldier in his hand that was broken by Yang Ming.

With such a disparity in strength, Xu Huantian naturally did not dare to love the fight and directly surrendered.

Although Xu Huantian was beaten to admit defeat, the crowd did not dare to laugh at him.

Because they didn't even have the courage to fight Yang Ming on stage, so how could they have the right to laugh at Xu Huantian.

"The Tianyuan Empire has been defeated, is there anyone in the Cold Moon Empire who dares to take the stage?!"

Yang Ming looked around, and said coldly: "Could you all be like Lin Feng, you are all shy turtles, afraid to come out to fight?"

"The warriors of the Cold Moon Empire are really a bunch of cowards."

Yang Ming's provocation made the warriors around the stands angry.

But they were not Yang Ming's opponents at all, so they didn't dare to fight on stage.

"Father, don't stop me, I'm going to fight him!" In the stands, Zheng Shaoyang gritted his teeth, full of anger.

As the innate God of War body, the number one genius of the Cold Moon Empire, he had never been so humiliated.

If he does not fight this time, his thoughts will not be clear!

"Shaoyang, Yang Ming's cultivation is at the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm. If you fight against him, you will definitely lose." Zheng Huanian frowned and said, "Besides, that lunatic Yang Ming might kill you."

"You are on stage, you will either die or be injured."

"Father, you don't need to say too much, I am born with the God of War body, so there is no reason to back down." Zheng Shaoyang snorted coldly: "I must fight this battle!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Shaoyang had already walked away, and fell straight to the ring.

Chapter 424

"Zheng Shaoyang! Zheng Shaoyang is finally on stage!"

"Even if Zheng Shaoyang can't win, as long as he is in the ring, he is already very remarkable."

"As expected of Zheng Shaoyang, with such a big gap, he dared to fight on stage."

The crowd opened their mouths and sighed.

Zheng Shaoyang stood on the ring and said loudly: "Cold Moon Empire Zheng Shaoyang, come to fight!"

"I came here on a special trip this time. I wanted to fight Lin Feng, but I didn't expect that I could only fight with the innate God of War body." Yang Ming sighed softly: "Forget it, today I will let the world know, what is it? The innate God of War physique is more powerful, or the innate God of Killing physique is more powerful."

After the words fell, Yang Ming suddenly released a cold killing intent all over his body.

And behind him, there was a scarlet figure covering the sky and the sun.

"The body of the innate god-killer materialized! Is this Xiaocheng's innate god-killer body?!"

"What a terrifying killing intent, this is the innate killing god body..."

"Today I can finally see the last battle between the Xiantian War God Body and the Xiantian Killing God Body."

The crowd opened their mouths and sighed.

Zheng Shaoyang frowned, extremely dignified.

Facing Yang Ming's innate killing god body, Zheng Shaoyang naturally did not dare to neglect, and directly urged all his strength to materialize the innate god of war body, condensing a phantom of a god of war covering the sky behind him!

"Kill!" Zheng Shaoyang gritted his teeth and punched Yang Ming.

And the phantom of the god of war behind him also clenched his fists and fell straight towards Yang Ming.

"The body of the innate god of war is really pitifully weak." Yang Ming shook his head, fisted against him.

The bloody figure behind him also punched out.

Boom!

The violent power erupted suddenly, and the phantom of the god of war behind Zheng Shaoyang was quickly covered with cracks, and finally spread loudly.

Zheng Shaoyang vomited blood even more, and he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell hard outside the ring.

This battle has already been decided.

"The innate God of War body is vulnerable." Yang Ming glanced at the embarrassed Zheng Shaoyang, and did not continue to attack.

Although he is arrogant, he will never kill the weak.

Just like the current Zheng Shaoyang, in his eyes, he is just a weak person who is extremely weak.

For such a weak person, he didn't bother to take another shot.

This is the pride of the innate killing god body.

"I... I was defeated after all..." Zheng Shaoyang clenched his fists tightly, his heart full of unwillingness.

He never thought that his majestic innate God of War body would lose to Lin Feng and Yang Ming successively.

However, Zheng Shaoyang also knew in his heart that the gap between him and Lin Feng could not be filled.

But the gap between him and Yang Ming can be filled.

Yang Ming is a martial artist at the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm, and Zheng Shaoyang is only at the second level of the Martial Saint Realm.

The difference between the two is three small realms. It is normal for Zheng Shaoyang to lose to Yang Ming.

Thinking of this, Zheng Shaoyang felt better.

"Cold Moon Empire, is there anyone who dares to come up to fight with me!" At this time, Yang Ming said again: "Could it be that everyone here is like a turtle like Lin Feng, and dare not come out to fight?!"

"You still dare to speak ill of my master, see if I don't blow you up!" Xiaolong couldn't suppress the anger in his heart any longer, and started to step onto the ring.

But a figure appeared slowly, blocking Xiaolong's way.

Just when Xiaolong was about to speak and let the person blocking the way get out of the way, the expression on Xiaolong's face froze instantly.

Because it was Lin Feng standing in front of Xiaolong at this moment!

"Xiaolong, you are not his opponent, let me go." Lin Feng smiled and rubbed Xiaolong's head, then put his hands behind his back, and landed in the middle of the ring.

"Young master Lin! Young master Lin is finally here!"

"No, Mr. Lin's cultivation seems to have broken through to the eighth level of the Saint Emperor Realm!"

"No way, Young Master Lin's cultivation has broken through from the first level of the Holy Emperor Realm to the eighth level of the Holy Emperor Realm so quickly?!"

The crowd opened their mouths in shock.

A few days ago when Lin Feng participated in the big competition, his cultivation was clearly the first level of the Saint Emperor Realm.

But now, Lin Feng's cultivation has broken through to the eighth level of the Saint Emperor Realm.

What a terrifying speed of cultivation!

Even Yang Ming frowned slightly, his face full of solemnity.

However, the crowd didn't know that Lin Feng's biggest improvement this time was not his cultivation, but his strength.

Now Lin Feng has condensed fifty wisps of world power.

With Lin Feng's current strength, one punch can directly kill a warrior of the sixth rank of the Martial Saint Realm.

If Lin Feng circulated fifty wisps of world power, he could kill warriors of the seventh rank of the Martial Saint Realm!

With all his strength, Lin Feng was confident that he would kill the warriors of the eighth rank of the Martial Saint Realm.

Now under the emperor, Lin Feng can almost walk sideways!

"Lin Feng, you finally dare to come out." At this time, Yang Ming suddenly said, "I want to see what strength you have to defeat Long Zhan."

After the words fell, the blood-red figure covering the sky and the sun had appeared behind Yang Zhan again.

Yang Zhan swung his fist down, and the blood-red figure also swung his fist down towards Lin Feng.

The powerful force directly shattered the formations around the ring in an instant!

However, Lin Feng did not dodge or dodge, instead he swung his fist and collided head-on with the blood-red figure.

hum!

An invisible gangster energy centered on Lin Feng's fist, buzzing and spreading.

The powerful force instantly shattered the blood-red figure into pieces and dissipated into nothingness.

Even Yang Ming vomited blood and staggered back.

"Lin... Mr. Lin smashed Xiaocheng's innate killing god body with one punch?!"

"Mr. Lin's strength has become much stronger again!"

"In just a few days, Mr. Lin's strength has increased so much?!"

The pupils of the crowd jumped, and their faces were full of shock.

Zheng Shaoyang was also extremely shocked.

He originally thought that he could narrow the gap with Lin Feng as much as possible.

But he didn't expect that after only a few days of seeing each other, Lin Feng had already left him far behind.

It was too difficult for Zheng Shaoyang to catch up with Lin Feng.

"How can there be such a monster as Lin Feng in this world?" Zheng Shaoyang smiled wryly, and his heart was full of powerlessness.

"Lin Feng, I haven't lost yet!" At this time, Yang Ming once again condensed a blood-colored figure covering the sky, and said in a deep voice: "I am the innate body of killing gods, and there is absolutely no possibility that I will lose in your hands!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Ming threw out both fists.

The bloody figure behind him also moved.

Fist shadows all over the sky, like raindrops, fell straight towards Lin Feng.

Faced with this devastating attack, Lin Feng looked calm and punched out again.