Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 13 Xiao Li

'Clang, clang. ’

Wu Yun's spear slid across his chest quickly, easily blocking Xiao Feng's double-knife attack.

On the side of his body, he flew back two or three meters quickly before stopping.

At this moment, Wu Yun is like a god of war, with his left hand on his back and his right hand holding a spear, pointing diagonally to his side.

His expression was very relaxed and confident, as if the sixth-level heaven Xiao Feng was just a plaything in his eyes.

On the other hand, Xiao Feng, at this moment, was already in a state of rage and gnashing his teeth.

But who knows, how can the other party avoid him so easily and not get angry.

Everyone off the court also exclaimed in surprise. They didn't expect Wu Yun to be so powerful.

Thinking back a few days ago, he from the Fourth Heaven faced the Berserker Hunter from the Fifth Heaven. Although he won the cross-level challenge, it was somewhat difficult.

But this time, Xiao Feng, who was already at the fifth level of cultivation, faced the sixth level with such ease and ease.

On the second floor, a hint of horror flashed in the eyes of Vice President Liu Lin and President Li Lian at the same time.

They are all thinking about the same question in their hearts. The potential of this kid is too strong, and the future will be immeasurable.

"Hei Yan, you are courting death."

Xiao Feng roared again, and the moves in his hands changed.

"Hey, are you still fighting?"

Wu Yun suddenly stopped Xiao Feng, and the sudden words made everyone puzzled.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng, who was originally angry, suddenly changed his face. He threw away the double dagger in his hand, and stretched out his hand to cover his throat. His expression became more and more painful.

At first, everyone didn't know what was going on. They looked at the field with puzzled expressions, thinking that Xiao Feng had suddenly gone crazy.

Finally, someone with sharp eyes saw Dao Dao.

"No, look, his hands are stained red, and his throat is bleeding."

"What's going on? Could it be..."

"Could it be that Hei Yan's understatement shot cut Xiao Feng's throat at an extremely fast speed?"

No matter how many people don't believe it, the fact still happened.

Xiao Feng's throat was indeed cut by the tip of the gun.

Just now Wu Yun used Ling Yun's three fingers in marksmanship. The speed was extremely fast. The first two shots blocked Xiao Feng's double daggers, and the third shot directly cut Xiao Feng's throat.

Not to mention that others can't detect it, even Xiao Feng himself has no idea at all.

It was not until the blood left his throat that he finally knew that his lifespan was probably coming to an end.

Xiao Feng on the martial arts platform was getting more and more painful. He lost too much blood, and his body was gradually convulsing, curling up together, blood stained red.

Xiao Feng of the Sixth Heaven, just died.

It can even be said that the death is somewhat inexplicable.

On the second floor, in the room.

Li Lian and Liu Lin looked at each other, they didn't speak, but their shocking eyes had already betrayed them.

Their eyes seemed to be asking each other, did you see how he cut Xiao Feng's throat?

At this moment, they had to re-examine Wu Yun again.

Everyone off the field was already screaming, and the applause was as sensational as thunder.

The screams of everyone caught the attention of Xiao Xueyan on the tenth-level martial arts stage.

She jumped over, and when she saw Xiao Feng lying in a pool of blood, her face changed greatly.

Kicked the opponent to win the victory, jumped up, stood on the stone pillar next to the martial arts platform, and watched the situation on the Wuzhongtian martial arts platform.

Xiao Feng was indeed dead, and his opponent Hei Yan, not to mention injured, was not even stained with blood.

Obviously, at the stop just now, he won very easily.

Xiao Xueyan's face was a little ugly. She couldn't understand Xiao Feng's strength. Although his strength was not very strong, his cultivation was quite solid.

Even if it is oneself, after suppressing to the fifth level of cultivation, it is not easy to beat Xiao Feng.

I just didn't expect that this masked man, Hei Yan, could win so easily.

A trace of panic flashed in Xiao Xueyan's eyes, as if she saw the terrifying potential contained in the person behind this mask.

At this moment, an idea settled in her mind.

In any case, after returning home, he must let his father find a way to kill the masked man Hei Yan.

Otherwise, it will be a major disaster in the future.

A day later, both have improved their victories.

Xiao Xueyan still insisted on five games a day, winning fifty-five games.

And Hei Yan is not in a hurry, he has only fought five games and won sixty games.

After this day, the name Hei Yan once again caused a sensation in Xingyu City.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, he killed Xiao Feng, who had cultivated at the sixth level, with one move, and no one saw how he did it.

Such a record is enough to dignify the entire Xingyu City, even Xiao Xueyan is difficult to match.

When Xiao family and Xiao Long learned that Xiao Feng was killed, they were furious and broke more than a dozen teacups in the room.

"Come on, you must go and find out the details of this black flame for me. If you can't find out, you all leave me."

Xiao Long's mood gradually calmed down after he gave orders to a dozen people in the Xiao family who were specially responsible for collecting intelligence.

"One move, in front of everyone's eyes, cuts Xiao Feng's throat with one shot without being noticed. What kind of martial arts is this? It's unheard of."

Xiao Long whispered to himself.

"Father, he must die, otherwise, it may be detrimental to my Xiao family in the future."

Xiao Xueyan lowered her face and said in a low voice.

Xiao Long looked up at her, and then said, "Understood, I'll make arrangements."

After Xiao Xueyan left, Xiao Long summoned the servants and instructed, "Is Xiao Li still in retreat? Tell him to come see me."

Not long after, Xiao Li appeared in Xiao Long's room.

"Uncle, you call me."

Xiao Li is twenty-four or five years old, and his talent is good. Before the retreat, his cultivation had reached the late seventh stage, and he was only one step away from the eighth stage.

Xiao Li's talent ranks second in the entire Xiao family, except for Xiao Xueyan.

Even when looking at the entire Xingyu City, Xiao Li is the number one person in the ranking.

After all, there are very few people who can achieve this level of cultivation in their twenties.

"How is it, is there any progress in this retreat?"

"Reporting to Uncle, my nephew has broken through to the Eighth Heaven."

Xiao Long said in surprise: "Bazhongtian? Great, Li'er, this time Uncle wants to ask you a favor."

"Uncle, please speak."

Xiao Long told Xiao Li about the martial arts arena.

Xiao Li smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely take down his head for a small fifth-level cultivator, but my cultivation is on the fifth-level martial arts platform, and the one on the other side of the martial arts arena. people……"

Xiao Long waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, you just follow my method. On the martial arts arena, they can't find any evidence, and they don't dare to do anything to us."

"So good."

Time passed quickly overnight.

In the early morning of the second day, the battlefield was full of people as expected.

Xiao Xueyan appeared on the tenth-level martial arts stage as scheduled, and behind her, there will always be hundreds of followers.

These people, only Xiao Xueyan followed suit, just to smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

And the masked man Hei Yan also arrived as scheduled, appearing on the Wudou stage.

Seeing that Hei Yan came to the stage, Xiao Li, who was under the stage, swallowed a shielding pill, and after the cultivation base was suppressed in the fifth stage, he immediately appeared on the stage of the fifth stage.

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