Chapter 25: Against the king star

A glance at Wang Xing, Yang Tiansen smiled when he saw his ugly face, suddenly looked back, and smiled: "Wait for your lord."
"What's the matter?" Yang Tian is strong and strong, and it seems that he is not weaker than the three geniuses of Kuangyun City. The presiding officer was never angry, and said with a light smile.
"My lord, can I continue to challenge?" After a pause, Yang Tian said slowly.
As soon as Yang Tian's voice fell, Wang Xing's face went dark for an instant, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed more violently, and a sense of fear swept across his heart.
"Yes, as long as you don't get out of the ring, you can challenge, but the challenged person can refuse." Nodding, the host explained.
Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded, and immediately looked around under the battle platform. Most of the people who were seen shrank their heads, joking, and the first-order seven-layer repelled with one move. The strength is certainly not weaker than Wang Xing, and it is likely to be better than him. Also tyrannical.
When his gaze fell on one of them, Yang Tian hooked the corner of his mouth and looked at Wang Xing's dodging gaze.
"Wang Xing, come up!"
There was a faint sound, but it contained a strong murderous intent, which shocked the people under the battlefield.
"There is a good show, the two of them must be fighting each other."
"Yes, I don't know what Yang Tian has to rely on, so he wants to challenge Wang Xing."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but most of them did not believe that Wang Xing could be defeated. After all, Wang Xing's prestige was still very high in Kuangyun City, and there was Xingchen Martial Arts Hall as its backing.
On the spectator stage, when he heard that Yang Tian was about to challenge Wang Xing, Wang Long's expression instantly darkened: "Little beast, if something happens to my son, I will squeeze the bones of your body one by one and feed them to the dog."
"Why? Don't you dare?" Yang Tian frowned slightly, his eyes filled with mockery. If Wang Xing retreats today, not only will his former position in Kuangyun City collapse, but the martial arts will will retreat sharply.
"Who said I wouldn't dare?" A shame rushed out of his face, and Wang Xing gritted his teeth and rushed to the stage.
On the battle stage.
Staring at the boy in front of him, Wang Xing's fear in his heart was aroused a little bit. The chief coach's strength was a little stronger than him. Now that life or death is uncertain, Wang Xing can't imagine Yang Tian's current strength.
"Are you scared?" Touching his nose, Yang Tian suddenly gave a faint smile. Under this smile, a trace of cold murderous intent surged.
"I will be afraid. Some time ago, who was chased by me and fleeing everywhere, even Lin Yuan, an old bastard, was almost beaten to death by me." He clenched his fists, Wang Xing suppressed his fear and sarcastically said.
"The mouth is very hard, it seems that you are really not afraid of death." The murderous intent on his face became more fierce, and Yang Tian said coldly: "I will fulfill you today, and your father will be buried with you soon."
As soon as the words fell, Yang Tian stepped out, the dormant blood gushing out of his body, and the river floating above his head, a momentum was quietly born, moving the world, and the vacuum rippled.
Wang Xing's body was trembling, and this pressure from the depths of his soul made him dizzy. The blood in his body could not be solidified, and he felt that his martial arts will was about to break.
"It's so strong." Huadie's pupils changed sharply, and her face was boldly hung on her face, and her jade hand was also clenched tightly. This qi and blood was not only rich, but also full of vitality.
"Even to comprehend the momentum!" Kuang Lang's mind was shaken, his incredible eyes looked at the space that was about to be imprisoned, and the ability to comprehend the "power" is undoubtedly a genius with super talent, and he will definitely step into the warrior in the future.
"This is impossible, how could the little beast understand the situation?" Wang Long roared in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, and the anxiety in his heart became stronger.
Sitting in the lower position, the owners of the other two martial arts halls in Wild Cloud City looked at each other, a sneer burst into their eyes, and at the same time, he was relieved. There is no doubt that Yang Tian's tyranny is undoubtedly the champion of today's competition, Xing Chen Wu Don't be delusional.
Power is a sublimation of a person's spirit and spirit. Only by honing his tyrannical martial arts will can he master power, but Yang Tian is only a preliminary grasp, and the space of tens of meters is already his limit.
Only by honed with the strong will of martial arts, can you reach the peak.
"Yes, one of tens of thousands of cultivators is already very good. I didn't expect that we two would run into each other today." The three inspectors of the Qingyang Empire looked at each other, and there was a hint of joy in their eyes. .
On the platform, Yang Tian didn't retain the slightest will of martial arts. After oppressing Wang Xing's footsteps, he was dizzy. Under this thought, he felt fear, and his heavy breathing was like a cow panting.
"Tsk tusk, Wang Xing doesn't even have the courage to fight, it seems that he is about to lose."
"If he flees without a fight today, it will be difficult for him to make great achievements in the future on the road of martial arts." A group of people pointed and laughed like a wave.
Hearing the words from the battle arena, Wang Xing's face was full of shame, and his bitter eyes were fixed on Yang Tian. He was unable to fight back.
"Roar." Wang Xing roared suddenly, with murderous aura on his face, the hideous blue veins beating one by one, the blood in his body was urged, and this imprisonment force was broken a little by him.
"Huh? Still a bit of spine." A surprise flashed in his eyes, and he didn't expect Wang Xing to break free of his imprisonment. "It seems that he can't fully motivate him after he has just mastered a little. He said that Xiaocheng's potential can instantly be at the same level. People crushed."
"Yang Tian, ​​you it." Wang Xing roared, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, exuding a sharp aura under the sun.
On the spectator stage.
When they saw the long sword in Wang Xing's hand, the two of Citi looked at each other, an ugly flashed across their faces, and immediately sneered: "It's a good thing, even the Qingyuan sword is taken out."
"Huh, you can win, you two are too wide-eyed, right?" Wang Long looked back, glanced at both of them with a cold look, and suddenly snorted.
"Hehe, I'm afraid he won't be able to win..." The voice stretched out, Citi smiled lightly.
"Hmph, just wait and see." Wang Long sneered.
Under the battle stage, a group of people saw the long sword in Wang Xing's hand, and a touch of greed poured out of their faces.
"It turned out to be the Qingyuan Sword. This was the first prize awarded to the Xingchen Wuguan in the last competition, but it was the pinnacle blood vessel." One of the men recognized this thing.
"It's impossible to tell the outcome now."
Listening to the discussion in the audience, Wang Xing regained his confidence and stared at Yang Tian coldly: "Yang Tian, ​​let me see if your body is hard or the sword in my hand is hard."
"You have a lot of nonsense." Yang Tian jumped his brows and said with disdain.
"Huh." Wang Xing was full of anger. At the same time, the blood in his body was madly poured into the Qingyuan sword, and the sharp qi on the sword grew stronger and stronger, and the lingering sword qi even felt the people below. shock.
laugh! Wang Xing's sword was slashed in the air, the green light was like a tide, and the vacuum was cut and burst again and again, and the half-foot-long sword light burst toward Yang Tian.
In the face of this blow, Yang Tian's palm was shaking, and several scarlet light blades bounced on his fingertips, and the moment the sword light arrived, his palm smashed out of the sky.
Bump!
The dazzling light was delivered, the air blasted continuously, and the moment the light dissipated, Yang Tian's undamaged body was exposed under their eyes.
"Blocked, the increase was so much, it was actually blocked, what kind of hand did Yang Tian show?" The person in the audience exclaimed.
"This intensity, although not mature in control, is also a profound martial art?" A few miles away, the white-clothed man smiled lightly.
"It seems that Yang Tian should have any opportunity. There are not many Xuan-level martial arts here." The black-robed man touched his nose and smiled.
"No matter how good the weapon is, if there is no cultivation base, it is just a pile of scrap iron." At this time, Yang Tian's body appeared strangely beside Wang Xing, and his scarlet crystal fist struck Wang Xing.
Boom!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Yang Tian shook the Qingyuan sword with his bare hands, and the sonic boom exploded frequently.
"Little beast." Wang Xing's face was hideous, and his mouth was numb due to the force of the huge counter shock. The blood in his body was rippling sharply, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk tsk, this Yang Tian's body is so tough, it is actually a blood shaker!" Citigroup glanced at each other, the worry on their faces disappeared without a trace.
"Yes, the palm technique just now is also extraordinary." The side nodded a little, ignoring Wang Long's cold eyes.
"Drink!" Yang Tian suddenly shouted, the blood in his body gushing like a rainbow, the river of blood suspended above his head was roaring, the invisible power climbed again, and the entire battle platform was shaken by his feet. The cracked pattern spread rapidly.
"Wang Xing, die!" Yang Tian turned his fist and slammed his fist on the Qingyuan sword. At the same time, he kicked Ren Wang Xing in the belly.
boom.
Wang Xing flew out, and Yang Tian chased after him, hitting Wang Xing's head with a punch.
"Motherland, kill you." A man was shocked, looking at Yang Tian's tender face, a chill instantly hit his whole body.
"Little beast, stop!"
Wang Long's eyes were about to split, and he ran directly from the viewing platform, the half-step martial artist's aura bloomed, and his palms smashed out on Yang Tian's head.
"Not good!" Lin Yuan was shocked, his figure chasing forward.
"Quickly stop him, Wang Long is crazy." Kuang Lang's face changed slightly. If Yang Tian died, the monitoring messenger a few miles away would directly anger him, but the distance was too far to stop him.
After a few miles, the white-clothed man was shocked. When he was about to rescue him, he pressed a palm on his shoulder: "Second, don't worry, Yang Tian is not an idiot."
"Old stuff, what I'm waiting for is you!" Yang Tian suddenly grinned, and a sudden suction surged from his palm, drawing Wang Xing's body, throwing it like Wang Long's palm.
"Boom!"
Blood and bone are splashing.
Thick blood spewed onto Wang Long's old face in the ravine, the twisted face instantly solidified, and he stared blankly at a headless corpse.
"Mother...Wang...Long...killed his son. It was too cruel." A big man in the audience tremblingly said, and everyone's faces instantly solidified.
"Yang Tian!"
Endless anger quickly burned him, gray hair dancing without wind, a heart-piercing pain reached his mind.
"Hehe, old guy, cool." Looking at Wang Long's distorted face, Yang Tian shrugged and gave a faint smile. At the same time, a strong sense of indulgence reached his mind.
"Old man, this kind of taste is uncomfortable."