God-slaughtering King

"Finally, this little bastard is going to see the king of hell today!"

Hong Zhengyang nodded to Hong Tai. Hong Tai walked to the front of the disciples and stood side by side.

"Today's duel is only for martial arts competition. Don't hurt your life, otherwise you will be expelled from the sect!"

Hong Tai looked at Nanmen Maple with a sneer. This rule was just for Nanmen maple.

Hearing this, the eager disciples behind Hong Tai suddenly showed a proud smile.

They have long been told and guaranteed by the hall leader that as long as anyone of them kills Nanmen Feng, Hong Zhengyang will unite with the hall leaders to protect him from the so-called risk of being expelled from the school.

Moreover, when they are in crisis, Hong Zhengyang will come forward to help.

Nanmen Feng can't kill them, but they can kill Nanmen Feng. Coupled with the benefits and guarantees promised by Duan Chongyang, how can these disciples not be happy?

"The first battle, Liu Yan!"

With Hong Tai's shouting, a high-level young man in yellow jumped into the challenge arena in an instant.

His cultivation is the lowest among these disciples. If he can get the qualification of the first array, he is naturally flattered. He has made up his mind to kill Nanmen Maple well so that the hall leader can vent his anger.

The war situation has been formed. With endless excitement, the young man named Liu Yan pulled out the long sword on his back and rushed towards the maple in the South Gate like a wolf.

Nanmen Maple raised his eyelids, and his eyes gradually became dark.

Although nanmenfeng had been threatened by the soul power of the two Lingwu realm, he was still like a million insects biting and painful.

But under the severe pain, what filled the body of Nanmen Maple was rage.

Liu Yan can't stop the rage!

Roar

With the roar of Nanmen maple, he suddenly threw the nameless knife into the air, and then rushed towards Liu Yan with his bare hands and endless black flame.

"Die!"

Liu Yan howled again and stabbed the maple at the South Gate with his sword skills.

Boom

Dong Dong

Nanmen maple, with black flames all over his body, was like a flaming crazy lion. In an instant, he broke through Liu Yan's proud sword spirit. Two fists like giant lion claws hit Liu Yan's chest intensively and violently.

Under the fury, Nanmen Maple was so crazy that it was ferocious and terrible, and countless wild animals roared from him.

Boom

With the blow of destroying the sky and the earth, Liu Yan, like a meteorite, was forcibly beaten out of the courtyard wall of the sub Pavilion. All he left in place was blood. He hit the long sword that was forcibly torn to pieces.

Nanmen Feng, who is in the middle level of Na spirit realm, and his madness at the moment, even without a knife, it is by no means that this high level of Na spirit realm can resist.

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The gentle and courteous one side looked at the maple in the south gate.

Although, he was surprised that nanmenfeng could easily defeat Liu Yan who was even higher than him.

However, he was more confused.

"Didn't elder martial brother Du say that this boy never admits defeat? How much power can he use in the next battle with his inspiring power?"

"Did he really give up resistance and prepare to die?"

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"Let me come next!"

With the noise of the disciples scrambling to perform on the stage, another martial artist at the peak of the spirit realm stepped on the high platform.

Although this man is a teenager, his face is covered with pockmarks, which shows that he has a dense phobia of human crimes.

"Knowing that I will die today, I have to fight back. It's really cheap!"

The pockmarked faced boy couldn't help but say that he released the soul of the white eagle at the first time, and his body was swept out.

"If I were as ugly as you, I would wipe my neck on the day I was born!"

Nanmen Feng smiled grimly, immediately raised his arm and suddenly pulled out the nameless black knife.

"You, you, you... I... I..."

The pockmarked faced boy obviously didn't hear such naked curses as Nanmen Feng. He was about to crack his flaws and trembled with anger. He didn't know how to reply.

In the end, it was hard for him to contain his hatred and screamed like an old woman, like an eagle's claw, which seemed to tear the world apart.

Heavy Jun Dao, open the sky!

Although he was furious, the anger in Nanmen Feng's heart was not weak with him. He suddenly jumped into the air, held a knife in both hands and cut down heavily.

This move does not have too many tricks, it is a heavy word.

When Nanmen Feng broke through to the middle level of the spirit realm, his physical power had reached the terror of 20000, plus his spiritual power and the noumenon power of the nameless knife.

The release of this knife was like a groundbreaking terror.

Boom

The vigorous Eagle Claw collided with the heavy Jun knife of Nanmen Feng. Even though the pockmarked boy had strong body protection and vigorous Qi, he was also cut off by this knife, and his body was hard hit into the stone floor.

If it weren't for the body protecting aura, I'm afraid he would have been cut in two at this time.

Wow

The blood gushed out, and the pockmarked boy shouted miserably.

"Only one knife defeated the peak of Na spirit realm?"

"How is this possible?"

"Is he really the middle rank in the spirit realm?"

Not only the disciples were shocked, but even Hong Tai and the two hall leaders on the high platform tightened their pupils in an instant.

Compared with others, the horror on Hong Zhengyang's face was even stronger.

Although he learned from countless people that Nanmen maple is actually a demon genius, seeing is better than hearing. He never thought that Nanmen Maple was so strong.

"Good overbearing Sabre technique, good overbearing spiritual power!"

Quietly, he took law enforcement disciples and stood in a dark corner. His eyes were shocked. He subconsciously clenched his knife and felt a fire from the bottom of his heart.

He is also a swordsman. He knows more about the strength of Nanmen Maple than others and likes this extreme fighting method.

After the shock, the gentle and respectful eyes condensed again and showed a sigh. "Such a move is huge. This boy is just killing blood..."

As Wen Lianggong noticed, hitting people with fists is theoretically dominant, but in fact, both the batter and the beaten suffered equal attacks.

Impact and reverberation will backfire on the batter's arm.

Although this kind of reverse bite is rarely felt, it is because a person's fist is harder than the part of the beaten person.

Although Nanmen Feng's heavy Jun knife defeated the pockmarked boy, the shock and impact passed through his knife and passed into Nanmen Feng's body.

"Obviously, he has the strength to win the other party, but he tries his best. He would rather create his own body than win with one blow. What is this boy thinking?"

Wen Lianggong thought secretly.

As Wen Lianggong noticed, at this time, the blood gas in Nanmen Maple was churning unceasingly, and the internal organs had shifted, which was already a seriously injured body!

However, Nanmen Maple was still awe inspiring, and his madness increased instead of decreasing. He tilted an unknown black knife and looked coldly at Hong Tai.

"Hum, I want to see how many you can hold on!"

Hong Tai snorted angrily, and then suddenly stretched out his hand. A young man who was at the peak of the spirit realm immediately went up to the South Gate maple.

Different from the previous two people, this young man is calm and cautious, and his breath is cold. Obviously, it is not something that the just pockmarked boy can compare.

But Nanmen maple is ten thousand times colder than him.

The nameless black knife condenses a Zhang long sword spirit, the Senluo ghost reappears, and the Nanmen Maple fights with it like a madman.

Nanmen Feng didn't have any idea of entanglement with him. He would exchange injury for injury whenever he had the opportunity, which made the cold young people suppressed everywhere.

Shura chop!

Empty palm!

The chopping and palming all over the sky galloped on the competition platform, just like tens of thousands of fireflies dancing at the same time, which dazzled and shocked the viewers.

It's normal for Lengjun Youth Association to have such strength. He is the peak of the old Naling realm and one of Hong Tai's proud disciples. His identity is comparable to Chen Mo under Du Li's door.

But Nanmen maple is different. Nanmen Maple only has the aura cultivation of the middle level of the spirit realm. Why can he release such an overbearing and powerful move?

Obviously, he has gone through the wheel battle, but why is he still alive and without weakness?

In everyone's unbelievable eyes, the cold young man was spotted by Nanmen Feng. A knife pierced his right shoulder, and then flew backwards like a broken kite, losing in an instant.

Three moves determine the outcome. Nanmen Feng didn't even look at the cold young man. He stood up with a knife again and had to fight again.

"What the hell is this boy doing?"

Compared with other people's surprise, Wen Lianggong was even more confused. "If you fight calmly, you will certainly keep a long stream of water and save a lot of physical strength for you, but you are so determined to solve your opponent at this time. The posture is amazing, but in fact, it makes his consumption extremely huge and can't last long..."

Wen Lianggong didn't understand for a long time, then suddenly woke up and stared at the posture on the competition stage again, proudly, just like the invincible youth of the God of war.

After staring for a long time, Wen Lianggong suddenly burst into laughter, "hahaha, good guy, dare to gamble in such a dead situation!"

Then, he looked at the dark night sky with a gentle smile and prayed to himself, "I hope you can bet right this time, but I don't want to be punished by the rules in order to save you..."

The gentle and respectful sudden laughter made Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang on the high platform furious, and their faces were as deep as ink.

On the contrary, it was Nanmen maple. After hearing the laughter, his eyes took a strange look, which seemed to be surprised.

At this moment, the two hall leaders joined hands to deal with Nanmen maple. It can be said that Nanmen maple is a turtle in a jar at this time. It is called that every day does not work and the earth should not. There is no way to go except death.

But nanmenfeng doesn't think so.

Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang are in collusion. In order to deal with such a big battle against Nanmen maple, they must have alerted many big people. Although they didn't show up, they must be observing the situation here through various means.

Generally, because there is only one mountain disciple, these big people will not show up, let alone fight.

But what if this disciple is a great genius with unlimited potential?

The answer is obvious!

After all, Zhenwu sect is not Hong.

Nanmenfeng's survival plan is very simple. It is to quickly and quickly solve his opponent and show his most powerful posture, so that some people can see his talent and potential.

Nanmen Feng doesn't believe that no one pays attention to him according to his talent and potential.

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"Hong Changlao, let me go. I will satisfy you!"

A young man volunteered. He has the initial strength of the chemical weapons realm. Coupled with the physical condition of Nanmen Maple at the moment, he can easily kill Nanmen maple and vent his anger for the Hong family.