The God-Level Recovery System Is Instantly Full

A nameless wind blows, rolling up traces of smoke and fallen leaves.

There were heated discussions in the audience.

"It's been a long time since I saw someone on the stage of life and death. This year's newcomers are very fierce, watching it makes my blood boil."

"Haha, how about you go up too?"

"Hey, who do you think will win? I think it should be Wang Feng. I heard that he is the young master of the Wang family. His strength should not be underestimated."

"Heh, don't forget where this place is. It's not rare that the children of the family are killed. I think Jiang Yang has a better chance of winning."

"Who of you knows the details of this Jiang Yang? It's not a good thing to fight to the death as soon as he comes."

"I don't know, but it's a dragon or a tiger. This time, it should be obvious."

While everyone was talking, the arena suddenly burst into an aura of prosperity.

Everyone was startled and looked towards the ring one after another.

On the ring.

Wang Feng took a step forward, and a violent aura swept out. There was no wind and waves under his feet, and a bright yellow aura appeared on his body, noble and domineering.

"You'll regret it!"

Wang Feng yelled violently, spewing out endless Gang Qi, condensed into a huge fist shadow, and blatantly fell down.

Jiang Yang's eyes froze suddenly, but there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. 11

"!"

There was a flash of light, and the knife was gripped tightly.

"Boom bang․...."

The qi and blood were constantly oscillating, and the zhenqi in the acupoints surged, turning into tornadoes and vortices, providing Jiang Yang with powerful strength.

The figure shot out like a giant cannon soaring into the sky, and the blade was threatening.

"Chop——" the tone was extremely cold.

The two collided, bursting out like a tsunami-like air wave, and there was an explosion in the air.

Wang Feng's tendency to rush forward suddenly stagnated, and he took a step back unconsciously, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

"Hehe, don't you feel unbelievable?"

"It's just unbelievable."

With this sound, Jiang Yang almost roared out, and the sound made Wang Feng's eardrums hurt.

With a sharp step, the strength increased again, and under the arm, there was a sound like mercury and thunder. It was visible to the naked eye that Jiang Yang's arm became thicker, and muscles bulged out.

In an instant, Wang Feng was thrown away by a powerful force.

In an instant, there was an uproar and shock under the call.

Someone didn't dare to disbelieve: "What's the situation with this kid? Is he still at the fifth-rank Qi refining stage?"

"This strength is too terrifying, this is completely fighting over the next level."

Some people looked at each other in blank dismay, unconsciously feeling ashamed.

They have been in the martial arts hall for a year, but they are not as good as a newcomer, how do they deal with themselves?

Someone murmured: "Don't forget, that Wang Feng is not weak."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Only then did they realize that the one fighting Jiang Yang was not an ordinary sixth rank, but the young master of the Wang family, a sixth rank warrior who was really close to seventh rank.

It's even more worrying.

"Damn it!"

Wang Feng cursed angrily, a light flashed in his hand, and a green steel sword appeared, reflecting endless cold light in the sunlight.

Obviously, as the young master of the Wang family, he also has the precept of the mustard space.

Standing still, the green steel sword in his hand came out, and the Gang Qi in his whole body poured into the green steel sword.

A palpitation suddenly appeared in Jiang Yang's heart.

"not good!"

Looking intently at the green steel sword, doubts arose in his heart. Could it be a spirit?

As the daughter of the mayor of the base city, Lin Nuannuan has a spiritual weapon. As the young master of the Wang family, it is not impossible for Wang Feng to have a spiritual weapon.

My heart suddenly froze.

Wang Feng smiled coldly, with sarcasm in his eyes, the green steel sword that flew out seemed to be guided by a mysterious force, and disappeared in an instant.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Jiang Yang's back involuntarily.

[Piercing] quietly activates.

But this time [Piercing] didn't see anything, because Wang Feng didn't move at all.

In an instant, Wang Feng frantically formed seals in his hands, and a series of strange hand prints were made from his hands, and the Gang Qi all over his body gushed out like a fountain.

Under the ring, seeing Wang Feng's move, everyone was even more shocked.

Each and everyone's eyes were full of envy.

"This is... the flying sword technique?"

"This combat skill can get you 30,000 points. I haven't changed it for a long time."

"Hey, I really envy the children of these big families, each of them has so many tricks."

"Have you noticed that the green steel sword seems to be very extraordinary, it can't be a spiritual weapon?"

"Wow"

"No way, spirit weapon?!"

"Oh, this person is more than angry.

Suddenly someone said indifferently: "No, that's not considered a spirit weapon, at most it's a half-spirit weapon. If it's really a spirit weapon, it won't be so easy for him to use it."

"How do you... know...?"

One person just wanted to open his mouth to question, but when he saw the person who spoke, he immediately shut up.

Everyone was also shocked, and started discussing in low voices, as if they didn't expect Chongxingwu to come.

This is a real seventh-rank master, and it is also a double seventh-rank.

It is not only the seventh-rank supernatural power of martial arts, but also the existence of the seventh-rank extraordinary person, the condensed pill.

Lei Xingwu is a burly man full of muscles. His upper body is half naked, and the hard muscles can be seen faintly.

For a truly muscular man, you can use the big pectoral muscles to clamp walnuts, and you can even hear the beautiful sound of "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep" between muscles.

If some richer girls see it, they will definitely hiss and roar with excitement, turning into artists who play with colors every minute.

Of course, if anyone dares to do this to Lei Xingwu, then he will let her know what is called thunderous muscles, the kind that can release lightning.

"kill!"

A violent shout was spat out from Wang Feng's mouth.

There was a sudden explosion, and the green steel sword turned into a blue shadow, and went straight to Jiang Yang's chest.

"Hmph, so what about spirit weapons, if they are not strong enough, they are still useless." Jiang Yang said indifferently.

Clenching the saber tightly, the saber intent quietly diffused out, and the sturdy arena made a "squeaky" sound.

There was a layer of transparent halo covering the saber in his hand, and indistinctly, the saber cracked with fine cracks.

Jiang Yang had no expression on his face, and stomped on his feet......

Huge air waves sputtered out, wisps of weird winds blowing in, full of murderous intent.

At a height of 810 in the air, Wang Yongtai's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was disbelief and doubt in his eyes.

Muttered: "Is this the power of artistic conception?"

Not only Wang Yongtai, but many seventh-rank students under the ring felt it, and looked at Jiang Yang on the ring in horror.

Lei Xingwu's eyes were bare, his eyes were wide open, and all his muscles trembled.

At this moment, he felt two forces of artistic conception.

Sword intent, there is another kind... wind intent?

Shock!

Everyone has noticed the sword intent, and the reason why he can perceive the wind intent is because he has comprehended the thunder intent.

Thunder and wind were originally born together, and when the wind appeared, his thunder could not help but diffuse out.

If someone looked carefully, they would find that the ground under Lei Xingwu's feet was scorched black.

On the ring, Wang Feng was also horrified, a touch of fear emerged in his heart.

Jiang Yang jumped up.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he slashed down angrily.

A cruel and tyrannical knife light, like a shooting star in the dark night, swept towards it with a devastating hurricane.

In everyone's field of vision, Jiang Yang at this moment is no longer a person, but a Tongtian giant knife, stirring up a category 12 typhoon.

boom!

The strong wind was raging, and the sword intent was pervasive. Wang Feng's green steel sword stirred into it and exploded.

Swords collided.

With a "click", the sword broke, and cracks appeared on the blade of the green steel sword, densely packed.

The berserk wind of the blade was like a giant hammer, hitting Wang Feng's chest viciously, sending him flying upside down, spilling blood on his back.