Earth's Martial Arts Era

Chapter 388 One Against Four
"You all want to take my head and become the new successor of the barbarian god, so let's do it together!"

Xiao Long's voice is not loud, but it is full of boundless self-confidence.

The four seventh-rank warriors in Manlong City in front of him seemed to be four ordinary people in his mouth.

The four of Manhai Lihong's expressions turned ugly in an instant.

He felt the deep contempt from the blond boy in front of him.

It's just a sixth-rank martial artist, even if he is a descendant of a barbarian god, he is too contemptuous of others.

Actually let the four of them go up to the seventh level together.

"Okay! Brother Wanzhong is so courageous!" Man Chao, who had retreated to the side with Tuoba Hanfeng, couldn't help shouting.

Sure enough, he was a born barbarian king in the barbarian world. This kind of overbearing and madness was born in his bones and imprinted in his golden barbaric blood.

This kind of madness made Man Chao's blood boil when he heard it.

This is the nature of the golden blood.

"Insanity!"

Before the others could speak, Yu Yi, who was the most irritable, couldn't bear it any longer.

If you go up four seventh steps together, you might not even dare to practice white clothes.

It's too crazy to pass on this barbarian god.

"It's too arrogant. Are you a rotten street fighter when you are a seventh-rank warrior?"

Man Hai couldn't help scolding.

This contempt made him furious.

As a seventh-level master, no matter in that world, he is the top group of people.

Little boys, even if they are descendants of the gods, shouldn't look down on them so much.

"The young man has a serious tone. If you want to die, you can just wipe your neck with a knife. Why bother."

Li Hong also spoke, but there was persuasion in his words.

He didn't care about the face of the seventh-level warriors, and he didn't want others to say that four of them were besieging a sixth-level warrior.

He was worried that the four of them would attack together, and who would be responsible for killing the boy in front of him?

Who does the barbaric god accept as his apprentice?

Or what if the barbarian god was angered because of the four people besieging together.

"That's your rubbish. What you can't do or dare not do yourself. If others do it, it's called arrogance. Is it just arrogant?"

Xiao Long's hair fluttered, looking down at Yu Yi and others.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't have time to fight with you one by one, one by one, you are not enough to kill.

Those who dare to do it come here, those who dare not go home as soon as possible and go to your mother to nurse. "

As soon as these words came out, Man Hai Li Hong and the others were all furious.

The terrifying aura caused gusts of wind all around.

Yu Yi said coldly: "It's so rampant, so arrogant, and killed him together, Lord Manshen won't blame us."

"Each according to his ability!" Li Hong also said coldly.

Today, he was on the verge of breaking out after receiving anger one after another.

As he said that, his energy and blood surged even more, and he was the first to slap Xiao Long on the head.

As soon as the palm force came out, waves of destruction swept the surrounding area, and the whole world began to boil.

Endless energy, attracted by the strength of Li Hong's palm, gathered surgingly.

"Li Hong, you are too shameless!"

The blood-red light rose, instantly smoothing out the wave of destruction brought about by Li Hong's palm strength.

While Jiang Cang scolded Li Hong, he was afraid that Xiao Long would be killed if he couldn't stop Li Hong's palm.

He slashed with the knife, and the knife gang, which was tens of meters long, also chopped off at the top of Xiao Long's head.

That huge knife gang is enough to level a mountain.

It is also a big heart. At this time, several people still regard Xiao Long as an arrogant and ignorant person.

"That's what makes sense, and that's what it looks like at the seventh level!"

Finally, it is time to fight against high-level warriors, and there will be four at a time.

Xiao Long felt that his blood was about to burn, his fighting spirit boiled, and the power of Qi and blood began to surge like a river.

As if the sleeping dragon started to wake up, at this moment, the air around Xiao Long's body was directly distorted by his aura.

It seems that there is not a person below, but a group of fiercely burning flames.

With a loud laugh, Xiao Long stomped on the ring with his right foot. Amidst the rumbling sound, the ring that Li Qiang and others worked so hard to build turned into ruins on the spot.

"Punch the mountains and rivers!"

I don't know where it came from, Xiao Long's voice is everywhere in the arena.

He thrust out a fist, and the dazzling golden light radiated everywhere.

With one punch, the hundreds of meters of Fang Yuan seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of gold powder, and the eyes were full of gold.

This is the vision of the wild boy's skin. Xiao Long didn't know if it was the real golden blood, nor did he know what the real golden blood looked like.

Anyway, under this skin, his physique is stronger and more powerful than under the normal state.

The power of his qi and blood has also become thicker and more concentrated.

At this moment, Xiao Long is using the Tai'an boxing technique, the power and power are not the same as before.

With one punch, it seemed as if the world had been pierced through.

A vacuum was punched out by Xiao Long's fist on the spot.

The golden glow of the barbarian boy intertwined with the red light of the power of blood, exuding an indomitable spirit.

This punch was fierce and indestructible. Wherever it passed, even the air was crushed into nothingness.

"Why is there a golden light? Isn't this the sign of an eighth-level master?"

Above the clouds, an eighth-rank commander beside Manlong shouted in horror.

After the eighth level of martial artist, the golden body will be condensed. When fighting, the body will naturally emit golden light.

Therefore, the golden light is also a unique symbol for warriors above the eighth rank.

"Look carefully, he has not condensed a golden body, he is not an eighth-level warrior."

Man Long reminded, but did not explain why Xiao Long had a golden light on his body.

……

Xiao Long doesn't care whether it's the palm print or the sword that welcomes him, he just needs to punch out and knock everything out.

The golden light intertwined with the red light, forming a huge fist.

In the mourning of the air, it seemed that the small world around him had been knocked out by him.

Before his punch met the attack from Li Hong and the others, there was already invisible vigor in the confrontation.

With a rush of energy, Li Hong's hastily made palm prints were a little unstable, showing a faint tendency to collapse.

This time, Li Hong's face really changed.

He is the seventh rank, even a casual palm strike has the power to blow up a mountain.

But under the fist of the boy in front of him, the wind of the fist would blow away his palm prints, which is too scary.

"Rumble..."

The terrifying wave of destruction began to sweep across, and the ground disappeared layer by layer.

The arena built before has long since disappeared.

At this moment, some huge boulders with a size of several thousand catties exploded and flew out in the air like dust.

"how is this possible?"

Man Hai gasped, Xiao Long's power at this moment was much stronger than when he fought against him yesterday.

It's too scary to become so much stronger overnight.

Last night, Xiao Long began to practice Jiang Wuxu's ultimate power, and began to use this work of Jiang Wuxu's life to increase his energy and blood power.

In addition, the barbarian royal wine that he drank in the White Tiger Tower also increased his burning value by more than 800.

Therefore, Xiao Long at this moment, in terms of energy and blood power alone, is almost twice as strong as when he fought against Man Hai yesterday.

Pom Pom!

With two loud bangs in succession, Li Hong's palm prints shattered, turning into pure power and returning to heaven and earth.

Jiang Cang's sword light was also smashed into pieces like porcelain.

Xiao Long's blond hair fluttered and his robes fluttered around.

Under the explosion, a deep pit tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters wide appeared below him, with water seeping faintly.

The attack that Li Hong and Jiang Cang, two seventh-rank warriors launched together, was destroyed by Xiao Long's punch.

As a sixth-level identity, he fought head-to-head with two seventh-level warriors, and they were evenly divided.

Regardless of whether it was due to the hasty action of a seventh-rank martial artist, such a record is enough to shock the world and become a legend.

This kind of record, even some seventh-rank warriors can't do it.

Except for the barbarian masters, none of the people present had ever heard of someone who could fight against a seventh-level warrior at the sixth level without dying.

Li Hong's palm print and Jiang Cang's sword were shattered, and Xiao Long's fist also disappeared.

With the power of his energy and blood, Xiao Long is very satisfied to be able to compete with the seventh-level masters to this point.

However, what is really powerful about him is not the power of qi and blood, but the Dacheng treasure body that is tempered by the power of talent and the Tiangong of Zhenyue, which is comparable to the golden body of an eighth-order warrior.

The disappearance of the fist gang did not affect Xiao Long in any way, his figure continued to shorten the distance with Li Hong and the others like lightning.

He didn't intend to fight Li Hong Yu Yi and others with the power of energy and blood, ten lives would not be enough to kill them in that case.

Fighting still depends on physical fitness.

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