Valkyrie Destruction System

"Five...Fifty Dragon Power! Who is this person?"

"Semi-holy level physical body, my God, is he really only the sixth level of Soul Sovereign?"

"With his potential, I believe it will not be long before he will be able to enter the top few of the outer courtyard!"

In the auditorium, many students showed dread, and Yingtian's strength made them feel threatened.

At the age of ten or so, he is so powerful, if Su Fan hadn't attended this conference, Zhengtian would definitely be a dazzling dark horse.

"Is the soul sovereign at level six? His cultivation speed is really fast enough!"

Su Fan was also a little surprised. He remembered that the last time he met Ying Zheng, the opponent's cultivation was only the fifth level of Soul Sovereign.

He nodded slightly, the talent of someone who can become a soul deity at this age is indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

"This kid's Burning Blood Saint Body has not been fully developed yet, otherwise, with his current cultivation base, his power can reach at least one hundred flood dragons!" You Yan said lazily.

"What? This burning blood is so powerful?"

Su Fan was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect the potential of the Burning Eucharist to be so great!

"What do you think? The Burning Blood Body is the first combat body in the human world in the ancient times. As long as the body's qi and blood are not exhausted, it can increase its strength infinitely. This is the strongest physique that many body practitioners dream of. In a big world, I chanced upon a monk with this physique. Instead of fighting hard for an hour, I managed to kill the opponent!"

Speaking of this, You Yan smacked his lips: "My little master, I rarely fight for more than half an hour before. That Wang Ba Laozi brought a bunch of pills to replenish vitality and blood, and he fought with me for so long. Thinking of it, I feel angry in my heart!"

The corner of Su Fan's mouth twitched, wondering why this guy started this set again.

First boasted that the enemy once was very powerful, and then said that the opponent could not beat him.

Ying Zhengtian walked off the martial arts platform with a proud look, and when he returned to his seat, several contestants sitting near him were transferred to other seats.

When the staff of the institution cleaned up the corpses on the field, the elimination game continued.

Perhaps it was because of the infection of Yingtian. In the next few games, the duel of the contestants became more intense, and the strength of the punches and feet was not serious.

And because of the frequent occurrence of deaths and injuries, the audience in the audience was also very addicted to it.

In this hot atmosphere, the game belonging to Su Fan officially began.

Su Fan's opponent was the hapless guy who yelled at abandoning the game before. After Su Fan stood on the fighting platform, he slowly moved up from the edge of the fighting platform with trembling limbs.

After this man stood on the edge of the fighting platform, he never dared to take a step forward. He kept staring at Su Fan's movements. As long as he found that Su Fan had a tendency to advance, he was ready to jump off the stage at any time.

Su Fan put his hands on his chest, his eyes closed and wide open, as if standing in place to calm his mind, without any intention of doing anything.

"What are you doing? I can't fight anymore. We didn't buy tickets to come in to see you stand!"

"It's not over if you get rid of the opposite person in one move, why is Su Fan so persuaded!"

"It's a waste of our time!"

The audience outside the stadium shouted and vented their dissatisfaction. They were watching the contestants fighting life and death. What's the point of staying silent like this?

Time passed by one minute and one second, and after a quarter of an hour, Su Fan's opponent didn't know what he thought, and he hadn't even shouted the word quit.

This person who had just been clamoring about abandoning the game seemed to have suddenly developed courage, and he kept shrinking on the edge of the fighting platform motionless.

In this way, half an hour passed, and suddenly everyone heard Su Fan say: "Isn't it interesting to use my tolerance to realize your bragging capital in the future?"

This sentence made everyone confused by Monk Zhang Er, and just when everyone didn’t understand why Su Fan said that, Su Fan’s opponent turned red and said, “I’m just a small person. You have a reputation. It's impossible to put down your body and care about these little things with me, a little person?"

"You're right. Under normal circumstances, I really don't care about a small person, but if this person has impure motives, it's a different matter!"

Su Fan stared at the opponent coldly. This person delayed for half an hour and didn't choose to abandon the game. He just wanted to brag in front of relatives and friends in the future, fighting with him for half an hour without losing.

He wanted to spare the other's life, but he didn't expect it to be a sinister intention. Such a nasty person is not worthy to continue to survive in his tolerance.

"I abandon the game!"

Seeing that Su Fan's expression was not right, his opponent was also clever, jumped directly off the martial arts stage, and announced his abstention in front of everyone.

After that, the man smiled triumphantly: "Haha, I haven't lost the battle with Su Fan for half an hour on the same stage. Now, let's see who will dare to look down on me in the future!"

At this moment, because the duel time was delayed for half an hour, there was no much discussion in the venue, and this made his laughter look very abrupt and harsh.

After people stared at this person for a while, they finally realized that after a long time, this person was just asking for a name.

Everyone's expressions became wonderful in an instant, and they all looked at Su Fan with interest, wanting to see how he would handle this matter.

"The game is over, Su Fan wins! Huh? Su Fan, what are you going to do? Stop it!"

As soon as Li Yongtong stepped onto the martial arts platform and announced Su Fan's victory, he immediately saw Su Fan rushing towards his opponent.

The killing intent in Su Fan’s eyes was fully revealed at this moment. Li Yongtong’s complexion changed drastically, and his figure shone quickly. He followed Su Fan and grabbed him with one hand. He wanted to kill Su Fan before he killed his opponent. Stop it completely.

"Fenglei clone, now!"

Unexpectedly, when it was too late and then it was fast, Su Fan directly condensed his two avatars of wind and thunder and stood in front of Li Yongtong, while he himself slammed the man with a smug face.

Chi Chi Chi!

boom!

Li Yongtong's strength reached the sky, and Feng Lei's clone was immediately torn apart by him, but even so, Su Fan won this fleeting moment for Su Fan.

Fist fell and killed!

After all, Li Yongtong was still a step slower, and when he caught up with Su Fan, there were already broken bodies under the martial arts stage!

"Su Fan, why did you kill again? Where are you trying to put the law of my Academy City?" Li Yongtong angrily scolded.

He was so angry that his teeth trembled. The previous few times Su Fan killed himself in Xuefu City without being present.

But this time, Su Fan actually completed the kill directly under his nose, which made Li Yongtong feel that he was slapped in public by Su Fan.

"The laws of your Academy City are to control the weak, and I don't have to obey them!"

"End of this chapter"