Immortal Martial God

After Xiang Long fell to the ground, seeing the injury on his body, the whole person became excited, and his body began to grow rapidly.

"Ha ha ha! Lao Zhan, enough strength The body rose to five meters, and a pair of horns appeared on the head.

While saying that, Xiang Long quickly ran to Zhanli again. His five meter body and legs were incredibly long. He took several steps to reach the top of ordinary people.

The strong arm like a tree trunk and the fist as big as a kilo stone drive the roaring wind to spread away.

He stretched out and bent to draw the sword, and his body disappeared. At the same time, Xiang Long's body was instantly cut hundreds of swords.

The sharp blade collided with the body and produced large sparks. It was like cutting on steel.

It seemed that Xiang long had predicted where he would spread out. He turned around and hit his back with a huge fist.

At the place where Xiang Long's fist landed, a sword appeared first. His fist fell on the edge of the sword, and he kept retreating against the sword. Then, holding the sword, the real body appeared.

When the outstretched feet slide down on the ground, Xiang Long's body disappears again. At the same time, Xiang Long's body instantly bears hundreds of swords.

That long turns round again to blow a fist, still is not able to hit to spread to leave, or be disorderly sword to cut ceaselessly.

The speed of spreading is so fast that Xiang longkong has all his strength, but there is no place to use it.

But on the other hand, we can't do anything about it.

The rumbling smile: "Lao Zhan, your fast sword, even my skin can't break, I advise you to fight with me honestly."

Smell speech, the nearby players quickly look at Xiang long, sure enough, he was cut thousands of times, not even a sword mark on his body, let alone a sword injury.

"Hoo..." That spread to leave to grow a breath, appeared in the mid air, his body slowly floats down, with the right hand a shock, the vitality pours into the long sword, formed a Peng flame.

The flame of vitality envelops the sword, producing a high and frightening temperature. Even the air around the sword body is distorted, giving people a sense of visual deviation.

"Ha, that's decent!" Xiang Long's roaring run in the past, or a very simple punch down.

Straight boxing depends on who is fighting. It's also like Xiang long. When a person's strength reaches a certain level, even the most common Kung Fu will become infinitely powerful.

"Shadow style, wind howling." Stretching away from the sword, he pointed to the ground obliquely, and a blast of vitality came out from the bottom of his feet, which spewed up vertically, blowing his clothes and long hair into the sky and shaking violently.

When Xiang Long's heavy fist came, the sword pointing to the ground suddenly picked up.

There was a roar, and a tornado like blade storm sprang up! The middle part of the tornado protruded forward and suddenly "bumped" into Xiang Long's arms.

The wind roaring is a blade tornado formed by the rapid twisting of pure blade energy. It's very powerful.

Xiang Long's big arm was sucked by the blade storm, but he couldn't pull it out. He stepped back and tried to pull it out, but he dragged it back together with the blade storm. When he pulled it out again, the blade storm still followed.

Xiang Long's arm was cut thousands of times in a second, and his defense was broken. A large number of dense small cuts began to appear on the skin of his arm. A little blood beads were spilled from the wound, and even the blood beads were instantly cut into blood mist.

"Ah, it's great!" Xiang Long was not worried, but more excited. Then, he made an action that surprised everyone.

I saw that Xiang long no longer tried to avoid the blade storm, but extended his left hand out, and embraced the blade storm with two strong arms.

Then, his arms suddenly contracted! Use a strong arm to squeeze the blade storm. This posture is like holding the enemy's waist and strangling it with great strength.

Seeing the blade storm, he actually began to thin it, and the upper and lower ends became thicker. Then he heard the sound of blade breaking.

Countless yuan Qi sword blades were crushed by Xiang Long's force and broke into pieces one after another. The blade storm finally broke from the middle, and Peng's explosion was all over the sky.

If you look at Xiang long, the scars on the inside of his arms and chest are the most, and the density seems to be a blur.

However, Xiang Nan and his colleagues all know that Xiang Long's injury seems to be shocking. In fact, it's just a real skin injury. It only hurt the skin, not even the muscles.

"Ha ha, it's my turn to fight back!" Xiang Long stepped forward and smashed his heavy fist down, but his stretched body disappeared again with a whoosh.

"Hey, I'll see where you're going this time!" Xiang Long rose from the ground, and his huge body jumped into the 50 meter sky.

"Meteorite from heaven!" Xiang Long roared, and his huge body whirled rapidly in the sky. He stretched out his right arm to make a hook fist posture. The big fist held the wind, and his vitality was raging, and a fire was burning.

When his body speed reached the highest, suddenly a punch fell from the sky! His huge body swept the waves and flames, just like a meteorite falling down from the sky.Zhanli quickly evaded Xiang Long's core attack range. Almost at the same time, Xiang Long's attack also fell down.

"His goal is not to spread out." Xiang Nan frowned and said, "it's the challenge arena."

It's like to verify Xiang Nan's statement that Xiang Long is sweeping a group of flames, and the heavy fist really landed in the center of the challenge arena.

There was an explosion in the valley. The fierce wind swept the fire wave and squeezed out from the gap of Xiang Long's fist.

The judges can only gather their strength again to block the shock wave from the challenge arena.

In this terrible impact of boxing style, his outstretched body was blown back rapidly, and he stepped back on the ground with one foot. At the same time, his energy burst out on his feet, trying to stabilize his backward speed.

As a result, it didn't play a big role. It just delayed the retreat a little. There was nothing to do with it. It could only stab the sword on the ground and drag its own body.

"I can't run away." Xiang Long's eyes flashed a greedy light of longing for blood. He ran in the fire, jumped up in the middle of the way, and hit it with a fist.

Zhanli was ravaged by fierce wind and fire. It was very difficult to keep balance, let alone fight back. He had to lift his sword temporarily.

Xiang Long hit Zhan Li's sword body firmly, and the terrible penetrating force swallowed Zhan Li through the sword body.

The outspread body was smashed into a phantom and fell out of the challenge arena. In the middle of the journey, others stabbed the long sword to the ground again. They stepped on the ground with their feet and rubbed the ground with the tip of the sword, making three firelights.

When his body finally stopped at the edge of the challenge arena, he suddenly knelt down on one knee and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"More injuries than injuries." Murong Wanqing said: "when Xiang Long hit the challenge arena, Zhan Li was injured by the impact force alone, and the blow on the sword made Zhan Li's defense completely collapse."

"This Xiang Long is so strong that it's heinous."