Gao Wu: I am invincible now that I have connected to the Immortal Gate.

The two of them were so angry that they had to face each other.

"You are very arrogant!"

Wen Yang's eyes were full of anger, and he slowly pulled the knife out of the sheath.

"In that case, let me ask you about your strength as a rising star!"

Before he finished speaking, he followed the knife.

Wen Yang took a step forward and appeared in front of Qi Feng, who was more than ten meters away. He slashed with a knife in a simple and extremely fast manner!

In an instant, a dazzling white energy burst out from the long knife, which was so strong that it was almost substantial.

As Wen Yang slashed with a knife, the white blade light extended several feet long.

Before the blade light came, the sharp blade energy had already swept the entire arena!

Many onlookers standing behind Qi Feng felt the sharp blade coming at them, and they retreated in horror as if their skin was cut!

With just this one blade, Wen Yang's strength far exceeded that of ordinary high-level warriors and peak martial artists!

It happened in a split second.

Qi Feng finally made a move, but he only threw a punch with a calm and casual look.

This punch contained the power of the four realms of lifting light as if it were heavy, lifting heavy as if it were light, returning to nature, and the will of the god of war!

And a small part of Qi Feng's physical strength!

The moment the fist was thrown, the void in front of the fist suddenly twisted and deformed, as if it would collapse and shatter at any time!

This was a visual illusion caused by the pure power that was so strong that it compressed the air to the extreme.

The next second, Wen Yang's blade rushed into the twisted and deformed void in front of Qi Feng's fist, but it was annihilated and disappeared in an instant!

Instantly, Wen Yang's eyes widened, watching the blade light at the front of his long sword shattered before Qi Feng's fist landed!

I just felt that if Qi Feng's punch landed, he would die!

Wen Yang didn't care about anything else, and immediately used his strongest trick.

"Abi knife!"

With Wen Yang's roar, the blood and energy in his body suddenly surged, and the power came from blood.

Because of this, the blade light on the long sword in Wen Yang's hand also surged.

And it vibrates at a high speed according to a special frequency, stimulating an unparalleled sharp aura!

This is the sword technique secret skill that Wen Yang's mentor, the owner of Longteng Martial Arts Hall, a mid-level war god, personally created for him.

It can make his strength surge by more than 50% in an instant.

Although he will fall into a long period of weakness afterwards, it is worth it!

This is specially prepared by Wen Yang for the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts Hall and Dong Ming of Qinglong Martial Arts Hall.

It was his biggest reliance on the top three in the martial arts conference, but now he was forced to use it on Qi Feng!

But the next second, Qi Feng's light fist continued to move forward, crushing the thick sword light and hitting Wen Yang's chest heavily!

Bang!

A dull collision sounded.

Wen Yang vomited blood and flew backwards twenty or thirty meters away, and hit the bottom of the ring heavily!

The leader of Longteng Martial Arts Hall stood up with a look of disbelief on his face.

They had high hopes for Longteng Martial Arts Hall, and Wen Yang, who was expected to compete with the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts Hall and Dong Ming of Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, actually lost? !

In fact, losing is not unacceptable.

But Wen Yang was defeated by Qi Feng in one punch when he was at full firepower and had played all his cards!

This is really hard to accept!

"This... How strong is Qi Feng? Was that punch just now his full strength?"

The leader of Longteng Martial Arts School, the God of War, muttered absentmindedly, "If not, how terrible is Qi Feng's true strength..."

"No. 0135 Qi Feng wins!"

The referee announced loudly.

The crowd was brought back to reality and started to exclaim and discuss.

The people of Longteng Martial Arts School immediately picked up Wen Yang who was lying on the ground and ran to the infirmary.

The students of Zhongshenzhou Four Martial Arts University shouted excitedly.

"The strongest king Qi Feng!"

"Qi Feng is mighty and domineering..."

Amid the thunderous cheers, Qi Feng walked down the stage with a calm expression.

Ten minutes later, the seventh round of competition was over.

At this time, the sun had set and the organizer announced that today's competition was over and would continue at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

After the competition, the crowd dispersed.

The winners of the seventh round and their factions have the right to stay on the top of the mountain, but others do not have this privilege.

Qi Feng was arranged to a separate room with all kinds of facilities.

After dinner, Qi Feng returned to his residence, took a shower, and then took out his mobile phone.

Clicking on the message list, the first one was from his sister Qi Ru.

"Brother Niu Wa, you are on TV again, try to get the first place in the country again!"

Qi Feng smiled and replied, "Tomorrow's game

Don't let your parents see it."

"Why?" Qi Ru replied quickly, with doubt.

"Don't ask so many questions. Just don't let your parents watch the live broadcast. Use any method if you really want your parents to be well."

Qi Ru was a little shocked by the seriousness in Qi Feng's words.

But she still insisted that Qi Feng explain it clearly, otherwise she would not think of a way.

Qi Feng was annoyed by her.

After thinking about it, he simply replied directly: Because I don't want my parents to see me killing people on TV!

Qi Feng sent this sentence, but Qi Ru didn't reply for a long time.

Qi Feng was too lazy to pay attention, put down his phone, closed his eyes, and fell asleep!

...

The next day, the canteen on the top of the mountain.

Qi Feng finished breakfast and walked out of the canteen.

"You'd better pray that you don't meet me in the competition today! "

Suddenly, a faint voice came into Qi Feng's ears.

Qi Feng stopped and sent out his telekinesis. He saw a group of people from the four martial arts universities in Zhong Shenzhou gathered in a corner not far from the entrance of the cafeteria.

A tall and burly man warned Ye Fan, the first martial arts university in Zhong Shenzhou, with an unhappy face.

Ye Fan's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't say anything.

The students from the four martial arts universities in Zhong Shenzhou were also angry but dared not speak.

Qi Feng recognized the identity of this guy, one of the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts Hall, named Ji Dong!

"Qi Feng is here!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and everyone turned their heads instinctively.

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Dong looked at Qi Feng who was walking slowly with interest, smiled coldly, and made a throat-cutting gesture.

Qi Feng stopped and looked at Ji Dong calmly, "Are you provoking me?"

"What if I am, what if I am not? "Ji Dong sneered disdainfully, "Qi Feng, I know you..."

Suddenly, Ji Dong's voice stopped.

Because I don't know when, Qi Feng appeared in front of Ji Dong.

He pinched his neck with one hand and lifted him up in the air like a chicken.

"If you are provoking me, I will crush you to death now."

Qi Feng said calmly, "Otherwise, I will treat you as garbage and throw you away."

Ji Dong's pupils shrank, and he could clearly feel that the hand pinching his neck was gradually closing!

He wanted to pry it open, but it was no use.

The power was getting stronger and stronger, and Ji Dong felt that he was about to die.

At this moment, a loud shout rang out!

"Stop! "

A figure, carrying a strong blood like a rushing river, flew over quickly!

Primary God of War!

The next moment, a figure appeared beside Qi Feng, a middle-aged man.

It was none other than Po Tian!

"The martial arts conference has not started yet. If you want to be disqualified, try again!"

Po Tian stared at Qi Feng with a bad look, and the powerful aura of the God of War enveloped Qi Feng!