The domineering of another world

Seeing Hong Tianfu, the merciless killer, Tan Hong and Tan Zhi were shocked and couldn't help standing up.

Feng Piaoling and the others were also surprised at this time, and they stood up one after another.

At this moment, Mo Zixin almost couldn't help standing up, but she was still leaning on Ye Xiang who was sleeping on her shoulders, so she finally held back.

The old men from the Holy Land who were sitting in the front changed their faces slightly when they saw Hong Tianfu's merciless killing move.

"This bastard, how dare you do such a heavy hand!!" Zhao Yufang sat in the front and looked at Hong Tianfu's merciless look, his face changed greatly.

Seeing that Hong Tianfu's punch was about to hit the chest of Leng Xinghun, who had just fallen to the ground, Leng Xinghun, who was lying on the ground, suddenly rolled to one side. Tianfu's merciless punch.

"stop!!"

Just as Leng Xinghun rolled to the side to avoid the killer Hong Tianfu, the two old men on the stage shouted at the same time.

"Humph!!"

Glancing at the opponent who had escaped the fatal blow, Hong Tianfu snorted coldly and walked to the side and did not make any more moves, but at this time, there was obviously a trace of unwillingness on his face.

"Hong Tianfu won this competition!!"

Seeing that Leng Xinghun slowly stood up without any serious problems, the old man on the stage had already announced the result of the competition.

Although Leng Xinghun could still continue to fight without admitting defeat, he did not do so.

He is very clear that the opponent's strength is much stronger than him, and it is difficult for him to defeat the opponent head-on. After listening to the result of the test, he didn't say much and turned his head and walked down the stage.

After some unwilling glances at Leng Xinghun who walked down safely, Hong Tianfu walked towards Situ Hongrui.

"Very good, it's a pity that the kid escaped at the end!!" Situ Hongrui said in a low voice with admiration as he nodded and looked at the apprentice who came over.

Tan Hong looked at Leng Xinghun, who was panting back in his seat and asked with concern: "How is it, are you injured?"

"It's okay." Leng Xinghun replied simply.

"That guy's strength should be at the rank of five-star martial artist. You are a whole three-star lower than his strength. This failure doesn't mean anything." Tan Hong comforted him on the side.

Leng Xinghun actually doesn't care about losing this match. His strength is obviously much worse than his opponent's, and he is not good at fighting head-to-head with his fists. What he is good at is using weapons to cause a sudden and deadly attack on the opponent. .It's just that at this time, although he has a lot of combat experience and has very advanced martial arts, there is no suitable weapon for him to use the power of those martial arts.

"let me try!!"

After looking at Leng Xinghun, Feng Piaoling stood up immediately and said.

"The strength of the next person may be stronger than this, you have to be careful." Tan Hong saw Feng Piao Ling stand up and was about to walk to the stage, and quickly warned: "As far as I know, the two most powerful disciples of Situ Hong Rui are still there. It didn't come out. Their strength is likely to have reached the rank of six-star martial artist."

"I'll pay attention." Feng Piaoling nodded and walked towards the stage.

He looked very handsome in white clothes at this time, and the cold look on his face also made him look very cold.

Standing on the stage silently, Feng Piaoling looked at the opponent who was also wearing a white robe and had a thin body and started to use his spiritual energy with all his strength.

"Zhao Cong!" The white-robed boy opposite Feng Piaoling said simply with a clasped fist towards him.

"Feng Piaoling!!" Feng Piaoling also answered very simply.

"I emphasize that this is a competition within the sect. You are not allowed to kill people, otherwise you will be severely punished by the sect's rules!!" The older man on the stage looked at Feng Piaoling and Zhao Cong very much. said seriously.

"Yes!!"

The two nodded at the same time.

"Let's start the competition!!"

Seeing the two teenagers nodding, the old man waved his hand.

Before the old man waved his hand, Zhao Cong had already rushed towards Feng Piao Ling.

Feng Piaoling, who had been on guard for a long time, saw the opponent's lightning-fast movement, and quickly took a small step to the side to avoid Zhao Cong's first attack.

At this time, he already knew that the opponent's strength was much stronger than him, so he also did not choose to take the opponent's fierce attack.

Seeing Feng Piaoling dodging extremely fast, Zhao Cong snorted coldly and swayed towards Feng Piaoling.

Feng Piaoling still chose to avoid.

Although Zhao Cong's strength is indeed much stronger than Feng Piaoling, Feng Piaoling's movement is not much slower than Zhao Cong.

The two have been fighting for more than ten minutes, but there is still no winner.

It's just that Zhao Cong didn't just know how to attack blindly at this time, and his movement speed was not much slower than Feng Piaoling. If it was consumed like this, it would still be Feng Piaoling who would suffer in the end.

It's just that here and now, there is no better way to get out of this predicament.

The old people sitting in front of the stage watching began to whisper at this moment.

None of them thought that the strength of these disciples from Dongling Xiaoge would be so outstanding.

Leng Xinghun and the other disciples of the East High Heaven Pavilion. These old people had a brief understanding of the situation before this competition. They knew that these youngsters were still very young, and they had not cultivated spiritual energy for a few years.

But at this time, there was not much difference between these teenagers when they faced the inner disciples of Zhonglingxiao Pavilion, and they couldn't help but be moved by such a performance.

It would be fine if there were only one or two of them, but at this time it was the fourth.They don't know if there is a fifth or even a sixth.

In a blink of an eye, 10 minutes passed.

At this time, Leng Xinghun already felt a little exhausted.

Although his stamina is very good, but at this time it is already a little too much.

Although Zhao Cong is better than Leng Xinghun now, he is not too strong, and he is already a little tired.After all, they had been fighting for more than half an hour at this time.

"How is this kid's stamina so good? Facing an opponent so much stronger than him, he can persist for half an hour!! Disciples like Tan Hong are really not easy!!" Feng Piaoling, who was still moving swiftly and gracefully, said in admiration to an old man in his 70s and [-]s beside him in a low voice.

"Are these people the outer disciples of the Dongling Xiaoge you said?" the old man asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, there's another one that seems to have gone wrong, it's a pity!!!" Zhao Yufang said with a sigh.

"Something happened? What happened?" The old man frowned slightly and asked quickly.

"I was killed." Zhao Yufang said with a helpless sigh.

"Who is so bold and dare to move our High Heaven Pavilion?" An invisible pressure suddenly spread out from the old man's words.

"That person has already been killed by us." Zhao Yufang sighed and said, "I heard Tan Hong say that he is the best outer disciple in his hands."

"Better than a few?" The old man asked in a low voice with a surprised look on his face.

"It should be." Zhao Yufang nodded and said, "I heard that these boys usually listen to that boy's words. They all practice together."

The two were talking in a low voice, but the stage had changed a lot at this time.

After a long time of consumption, Feng Piaoling finally began to show his failure at this time.

After he had no choice but to take Zhao Cong's two punches, he was already backing up uncontrollably, and his backing pace was obviously much slower at this time.

Seeing that Feng Piaoling couldn't help backing away and was out of breath, Zhao Cong suddenly rushed to Feng Piaoling and slammed his tightly clenched fist towards Feng Piaoling who was retreating.

"Bang!!!"

After a dull sound, Feng Piaoling only felt a fog in his chest, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, Zhao Cong had no plans to stop. Seeing that Feng Piaoling was already at the end of his force, he once again rushed to his side and punched Feng Piaoling's chest again.

Knowing that it was impossible to dodge a punch, Feng Piaoling gritted his teeth and retreated while clenching his fists fiercely towards the opponent's fierce punch.

"Bang!!!"

The two fists slammed together again.

Feng Piaoling only felt that a terrifying force slammed into his chest through his arm, and suddenly opened his mouth again and spat out a mouthful of blood. After retreating five or six steps in a row, he finally fell to the ground.

"what!!"

Seeing Feng Piaoling falling to the ground, Zhao Cong suddenly shouted and rushed towards Feng Piaoling.

No one thought that he would attack at this time, and everyone was shocked.

"stop!!"

The two old men on the stage shouted loudly when they saw Zhao Cong's eyes showing a fierce light.

However, it was already too late.Just when the voices of the two old men started to sound, Zhao Cong quickly rushed to Feng Piaoling's side, and then without hesitation, he kicked it fiercely towards Feng Piaoling's chest.

"Bang!!!"

"puff!!!"

The power of Zhao Cong's kick was obviously very heavy, and Feng Piaoling was kicked directly out of the competition stage by his kick.Before it fell, a mouthful of blood was gushing out of his mouth.