Super God

Shi Lingxiao has been in the ring for several days, defeating more than forty challengers one after another, arguably the most dazzling defender of the six rings.

Many warriors are also optimistic about him, can win a hundred games in a row, and thus qualified to enter the Sanqing Daozong.

Perhaps Shi Lingxiao is too strong, and many challengers either hesitate or go to other platforms, so no one has been on the stage for a long time.

Many warriors also set their sights on the other ring, but never thought that a white-haired man jumped on the ring, and suddenly led them to a crowd of bees.

"How can you be less white when you are younger?"

"From the breath, it doesn't seem to be strong."

"Defeat him and Shi Lingxiao has won forty-seven games in a row."

"It's mainly too strong, no one dared to come on stage, otherwise, it is estimated that they have won more than 60 games in a row."

Everyone talked about it.

Their focus is all on Shi Lingxiao's winning streak, no one would think that the white-haired man can win.

Dare to put on the ring in Sanqing City and win dozens of games in a row is really powerful. Many warriors are not optimistic about Yun Feiyang, but it is justifiable.

"That guy..." Xu Sanxian clutched his forehead, very speechless: "I have to go to the ring of Shi Lingxiao, isn't it looking for abuse?"

He is not optimistic about Yun Feiyang.

...

On the ring, Shi Lingxiao looked at Yun Feiyang, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "You are very courageous."

"Okay."

Yun Feiyang laughed.

Shi Lingxiao said: "Compared to fist or weapon?"

"casual."

Yun Feiyang doesn't matter.

"Kacha--" Shi Lingxiao clenched his fists, and the thick breath spread out, said: "Be better than fists."

Yun Feiyang secretly said: "This person's physical strength is okay."

Under the stage, many warriors discussed.

"I guess this white-haired man, who can't bear three punches at most, will be stepped down."

"Yesterday, a six major Dao Xuanxian, only defeated two fists and lost. Three fists? Too high to look at him. Let me see one at most."

"It makes sense."

Hearing that everyone was talking about themselves below, Yun Feiyang shook his head secretly, and indeed concealed the cultivation behavior deliberately, they were not optimistic about them at all.

Shi Lingxiao clenched his fists: "Shi Lingxiao."

"Yunfeiyang."

Yun Feiyang clenched his fists.

After the two of them signed up for each other's names, they looked at each other, and the atmosphere on the ring suddenly became serious.

"brush!"

Suddenly, Shi Lingxiao took a step forward, his right fist slammed past, and the powerful air wave came over like a row of mountains.

"So strong!"

"This is a quick decision!"

Everyone marveled.

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, there was a sound from the ring, and everyone saw Yun Fei raised his hand, and then fought with his fist to catch it with his palm.

Correct.

Catch it smoothly.

Moreover, standing still in place.

"This……"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Xu Sanxian almost jumped up in shock.

After all, just now he was still thinking, this punch came, the guy must be unlucky.

Shi Lingxiao was also quite surprised, but the angle of the mouth raised was higher, and he smiled and said: "No wonder dare to come on stage, it turned out to be a bit patient."

"brush!"

He suddenly withdrew his right fist, and the left fist blasted with a stronger force. As a result, Yun Feiyang was caught in advance and blocked with his palm.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Shi Lingxiao's two successive attacks were definitely stronger than yesterday when he played against the six major Taoist Xuan Xian. That guy was so lightly described next.

"Is he the Eighth Dao Xuanxian?"

"impossible?"

"When he took the fist, he didn't see the breath burst at all. Did he deliberately hide Xiu Wei?"

"Brush! Brush!"

While everyone was discussing, Shi Lingxiao launched a fierce attack, **** together with fists, and madly blasted past.

In the face of the fist like a storm, Yun Feiyang calmly resolved, only to see the innumerable palm prints filled his body, just like a thousand-handed Guanyin.

"No?"

Xu Sanxian's mouth twitched and said: "That guy is so strong?"

At the beginning, he believed that he had come in late and was undefeated, and his strength was no more than two or three major Daoxuanxian.

But now he can easily resolve the seven-level Shi Lingxiao attack, and realizes that he underestimates him.

...

"Boom! Boom!"

On the ring, fist and palm prints permeated, and the roar continued.

After a while.

Shi Lingxiao stopped, his smile disappeared, and his face became more solemn. Obviously, he had realized that this white-haired man had extraordinary strength.

Yun Feiyang still stood on the spot and smiled: "With such strength, you can also win more than forty games in a row. What you defeated, you have so many strengths."

This guy is so arrogant!

But seeing him since Shi Lingxiao shot, he only used his hands to resolve his moves. He didn't move in the same place, and he knew he was arrogant.

"call!"

Shi Lingxiao stepped back two steps, clenched his fists, and a pale white attribute appeared, making the air slightly twisted.

"brush!"

Suddenly, he clapped his palms out, hitting the void, and suddenly a pale white palm print formed and stood still in front of him.

"brush!"

"brush!"

Shi Lingxiao shot successively in the void, each time condensing a palm print and overlapping it with the previous palm print.

"Huhu--"

The irritable breath roared out.

But because of the special ban on the ring ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ did not disturb.

"What martial arts is this?"

"I should be very strong when I see him for the first time?"

The warriors in the audience talked endlessly, but their eyes were always on the palm prints that were always overlapping, and judged that this move was absolutely strong!

"Something interesting." Yun Feiyang laughed.

This kind of martial arts that constantly slams into the void, overlaps the palm prints and freezes in front of him, has quite some ideas and new ideas.

"brush!"

At this moment, Shi Lingxiao struck out the palm print for the 81st time, and the pale white palm print hanging in front of him suddenly blasted with heavy force.

"Huhu--"

The wind screamed like a broken bamboo.

The imprint of the palm that swept over was suddenly expanded indefinitely in the air, and gradually materialized, just like a mountain pressed down.

"I go!"

"This power is terrifying!"

Everyone was amazed.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the actualized big palm was directly pressed against the ring, and the thick smoke was suddenly rolled up, and a weak vibration came from the ground.

"That guy was suppressed!"

"ended."

In the distance, Xu Sanxian shook his head and said: "It's still too young. It's clear that you can preemptively, not to give your opponents time to display martial arts."

gradually.

The white smoke on the ring broke up and everything was clearly visible.

But the fighters who thought the battle was over, saw Yun Feiyang still standing in place, his eyes gradually widened.

"how is this possible!"

Shi Lingxiao looked incredible.

That was a very deep grasp of his grasp. It was powerful enough to hit the eight major Dao Xuan immortals. There is no reason for the white-haired man to resist it.

Unless... Shi Lingxiao looked solemn and said: "You should be the Eight Great Dao Xuanxian undoubtedly."

"That's right."

Yun Feiyang was unsure.

(End of this chapter)