C2996 Attack All
C2996 Attack All
How is this possible?
Below, Yang Dianfeng was completely shocked and alarmed.
He never would have thought that Liu Xing, who looked like an ordinary palm strike, would actually be so powerful.
Crack ~ ~
Before the palm could press down, Yang Dianfeng had already knelt on the Arena with a kacha sound.
Liu Xing instantly retracted his hand and the giant palm disappeared.
Yang Dianfeng was indeed considered to be a Expert, it was a pity for a Heaven's Pride to just kill Yang Dianfeng like that.
In the cultivator below, before he could clearly see many things, he saw Yang Dianfeng, who had originally wanted to make a move, suddenly kneel on the Arena.
Only Expert at the early stages of the Creative Realm or above could truly see the process of the battle.
"Hiss …"
Expert at the early stage of the Creative Realm and above all gasped. They were extremely shocked.
They had all clearly seen Yang Dianfeng and Liu Xing take action at the same time as Yang Dianfeng thrusted his spear towards Liu Xing's throat.
But before it could reach, Liu Xing's palm smashed down, shattering Yang Dianfeng's spear. His aura, pushed Yang Dianfeng down to his knees on top of the Arena.
However, only a few people truly knew that Liu Xing had shown mercy.
They had all thought that Liu Xing's palm strike would be a tie with Yang Dianfeng's, or rather, if Yang Dianfeng kneeled down, Liu Xing would be slightly stronger.
"Ah …"
Yang Dianfeng raised his head, his mouth agape, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He thought he was dead for sure, but he was still fine?
Yang Dianfeng's cold sweat had already begun to drip down along with the big pellet on his forehead.
"Son of God, get up and fight again. You don't need to be suppressed by his aura, between you two, you are only a bit stronger. Your Burning bloodline's strength has been raised by a small level, reaching the peak of the middle stage of the Creative Realm. Don't kneel, our Dark race also wants face! "
At this time, within Yang Dianfeng's Spirit Sea, he received the sound transmission from a black robe.
That Cultivator of Dark Race told him all of this, and he believed it to be true. Only then did he stand up, and thought to himself, he was really frightened by Liu Xing's Qi.
Yang Dianfeng looked at Liu Xing, laughed, and said: "Lin Luan, you are indeed not bad, you can be This Saint's opponent!"
However, Liu Xing shook his head and laughed bitterly: "Yang Dianfeng, you are indeed not my opponent. I did not use my full strength just now, and I did not want to kill you.
"I can see that you are indeed a rare heaven's pride level expert. Let's just forget about this competition!"
With that, Liu Xing turned and flew down from the Arena.
"Stop, you coward!" Just as Liu Xing's feet touched the ground, he heard Yang Dianfeng's angry curses.
Liu Xing turned around and glanced at Yang Dianfeng, and Yang Dianfeng continued to scold: "Don't let labor escape, at most, you and labour are evenly matched. There hasn't even been a real fight yet, you're f * cking not allowed to leave!"
"Come up and fight with the laborers. If you're not big, some f * cking Falling Cloud Sect's labor force will be destroyed immediately. If you don't believe me, you can try!"
Yang Dianfeng threatened Liu Xing.
Liu Xing's eyes slightly turned cold. He flipped his body, flew up, stood on top of the Arena, looked at Yang Dianfeng, and said: "Yang Dianfeng, you're giving me face in order to not take it back. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
He had only used 15% of his strength just now, and he had stopped attacking just in time.
If not for this situation, the palm would have definitely smashed Yang Dianfeng into pieces.
"If you're so arrogant, don't blame the I for being merciless and merciless, and not giving you a chance to live!"
Yang Dianfeng roared. With a flash of red light, the Burning bloodline's strength increased from the early stages of the Creative Realm to the peak of the early stages of the Creative Realm.
This was obtained because of the increase in the bloodline's Long strength.
After reaching the Creative Realm, the user would ignite their bloodline and undergo Blood Burst. Their strength would no longer be raised by a large level, but by a small level.
However, there was a huge difference between the two levels of Creative Realm and higher.
Die!
With his strength increased, Yang Dianfeng bellowed. His figure flashed as he flew towards Liu Xing, thrusting his spear towards Liu Xing's Glabella.
Liu Xing stretched out his hand and a huge palm formed. With a grab, it broke through Yang Dianfeng's attack as a large palm made of elemental energy grabbed him within.
Ah?
This time, all of the cultivator present saw that Yang Dianfeng was like a little miss, being grabbed by Liu Xing's big hand made out of elemental energy.
"This, this, this …"
The watching cultivator s were all dumbstruck.
In the early stages of Expert of Creative Realm, a Unparalleled Ninth Rank Expert was pinching it with one hand as if it were a little chick. No matter who it was, it was impossible to believe.
"I've said it before, a single slap can kill you. Why don't you believe it?" Liu Xing laughed and said to Yang Dianfeng.
Let go of me, you bastard. You must have used some kind of demonic technique, and it's definitely not with your true strength.
Yang Dianfeng was unable to move and roared a few sentences.
He couldn't stand the dumbstruck expressions of countless cultivator.
0
Liu Xing loosened his grip, and Yang Dianfeng fell onto the Arena.
Liu Xing said: "Get off the Arena, I can spare your life!"
"Dream on, watch this move!"
Yang Dianfeng actually roared, borrowing the Burning bloodline's explosive power to last two to three breaths, he used all his strength and thrusted his spear at Liu Xing's heart.
Courting death!
Liu Xing's eyes were ice-cold, he would not give Yang Dianfeng any more chances.
In the eyes of an outsider, Yang Dianfeng's attack was extremely fast and was already something that he could not deal with.
But in his eyes, Yang Dianfeng's speed was incomparably slow.
Liu Xing raised his right hand and slapped towards Yang Dianfeng.
In the hands of Liu Xing, whoever attacked by Yang Dianfeng was too weak to withstand a single blow, and completely disintegrated in an instant.
Don't...
It was only then that Yang Dianfeng realized that Liu Xing was truly terrifying, his eyes were filled with despair, and before he could even shout out a single word, Liu Xing's palm had already smashed down on him.
Boom …
Bang! With a loud sound, the Arena was smashed into pieces. Yang Dianfeng was slapped into a meat patty by Liu Xing, and it smashed onto the ground beneath the Arena.
Seeing that the energy wave was spreading to the outside, Tuoba Lianyi made her move quickly, and pressed one hand towards the Arena. She condensed a large palm made of spirit energy and sealed all the air waves and fragments of the Arena, so as to not harm the other cultivator.
Everything returned to normal as Liu Xing stood on a relatively intact piece of Arena. Yang Dianfeng's figure had already turned into a pile of meat patties, which connected to his Holy instrument spear as he laid on the ground.
With a sweep of the Spiritual Sense, the meat patty was taken away. Liu Xing reached out his hand and Yang Dianfeng's long spear, which was seven feet long and was snow-white, appeared in his grasp. The Artifact Spirit that came out was a Child who seemed to be around ten years old.
"You are the The first supreme pride, from now on, you are my Boss, my Boss is so handsome!"
The Artifact Spirit giggled and said a few words to Liu Xing.
Liu Xing swept his Spiritual Sense and stored the Artifact Spirit inside, waiting for them to speak again in the future.
"Child, you dare to kill my Son of God!? You're courting death, give me your life!"
A black robe old man roared, and rushed towards the Arena to kill him.
"Stop!"
Tuoba Lianyi instantly blocked the old man.
"Kill him, take revenge for the Son of God!"
The other black robe s all roared and rushed out.
"Stop!"
The almighty elders from the other Ancient sacred site s, including Sect Leader of the Ancient Sword Saint Sect s and Ancient Sacred Dragon Sect s, all flew out to block the dozens of incomparably strong Cultivator of Dark Race s.
"That little bastard dared to kill our Son of God, this grudge must be avenged by our Dark race, that little bastard must die! Who the hell dares to stop us today, my Dark race will definitely dismember his body into tens of thousands of pieces and scram!"
A Dark race roared, a wave of power sweeping out.
This time, the faces of the elders of the Ancient sacred site turned ugly. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and fear.
One, get out of the way. Two, get out of the way.