Chapter 683: Xiao Zimo is dead?

"Huh? Qi Yang?" Xiao Zimo frowned further.
In his impression, he didn't even know Qi Yang, but his title was worthy of Xiao Zimo's suspicion.
Heavenly Fist Saint?
It is a bit strange whether it is close to his Tongtian Fist.
However, Xiao Zimo didn't think so much. He thought that the system still had another task, which was to win the first place on the list.
With a point to his toes, he jumped directly into the ring, looking at the young man in front of him with his eyes.
"Unexpectedly, the remnant party in Muyang's family is really unexpected!" Qi Yang looked at Xiao Zimo in front of him, hooked his mouth, and revealed a cruel smile.
"Muyang's house? What do you mean?" Xiao Zimo frowned even deeper, not knowing what Qi Yang was talking about.
"Tongtian Fist..." Qi Yang gently spit out four words with his mouth, causing Xiao Zimo's pupils to shrink.
"Who are you!" When talking about the Tongtian Fist, Xiao Zimo was immediately excited. After all, the Tongtian Fist was a stunt in his family. Now someone actually said something about the Tongtian Fist, which made him finally see Hope.
"The one who killed you..." Qi Yang's mouth raised slightly, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"It seems that you are also unkind!" Xiao Zimo's eyes also cold.
From Qi Yang’s words just now, Xiao Zimo can hear that he has a strong killing intent towards himself, as if he can’t wait to kill himself. Xiao Zimo contacted what he said just now and said he belonged to the Muyang family. Remnant party.
"Isn't my surname Xiao originally, but Muyang?" Xiao Zimo murmured.
"I want to see today, to what extent the Muyang remnant party has practiced Tongtian Fist, I want to give you a try!"
Whoosh!
As he said, Qi Yang slammed his right foot on the ground and fisted his left hand.
call out!
A cloud of golden aura enveloped his left hand, and then the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his figure appeared in front of Xiao Zimo in an instant, and at the same time he punched out.
"What!" Faced with a fist that seemed to be overwhelming, Xiao Zimo was too late to think, and directly put his hands on his chest, trying to block it.
boom!
However, I saw that Xiao Zimo's hands seemed to have been attacked by an unprecedented force, and the whole person flew out and fell to the edge of the ring.
puff!
He tilted his head to the side and spit out sputum, his face gradually paled.
"Oh! I didn't expect the remnant party of Muyang's family to be so weak! I can't even bear my punch, tusk tusk!" Qi Yang slowly walked towards Xiao Zimo, shaking his head with disdain.
"Puff!" Xiao Zimo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly.
"A cultivator of nine-star physique!" The light in his eyes flashed by, watching Qi Yang say word by word.
"Unexpectedly! You, a cultivator with the fifth ring of eight-star physique, can actually sense my realm. Unexpectedly!" Qi Yang walked to Xiao Zimo's and said with a smile on his face.
"I......"
boom!
As soon as Xiao Zimo said his words, Qi Yang received a heavy punch in his stomach. He arched his body like a shrimp, and a trace of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.
boom!
Before Xiao Zimo could react, Qi Yang slammed a punch again and hit Xiao Zimo in the stomach.
puff!
Xiao Zimo's body flew directly out of the ring, and he couldn't help but spit out a arrow from his mouth. He saw that his body was about to fall outside the ring, but Qi Yang grabbed his ankle and threw it onto the ring again. .
"Zimo!"
"Brother Zimo!"
When Tang Chuxue and the others in the audience saw Xiao Zimo's whole body being beaten and bleeding, a heart hurt as if it had been struck by a knife, and their mouths kept roaring.
"If you want to fall out of the ring, this won't work!" Qi Yang stepped on Xiao Zimo's body, and looked at him shaking his head constantly, with a cruel smile on his face.
"Cough.................." Xiao Zimo was stepped on the bottom of his feet by Qi Yang, coughing constantly, unable to speak a word.
"Why... can't say a word, didn't you be crazy before?" Qi Yang kept stepping on Xiao Zimo's back, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Raised by a bitch, a cultivator in the third stage of the nine-star physique actually beats a cultivator with only the fifth ring of the eight-star physique, it!" Sitting on the top of the jade chair, Ye Nansheng patted the jade fiercely. The armrest of the top seat, his eyes seemed to spit out fire, staring at Qi Yang on the ring.
boom!
Xiao Zimo didn't know where his strength came from, and the moment Qi Yang raised his foot, he rolled aside and slowly stood up.
"Unexpectedly, you still have strength! Not bad, not bad!" Qi Yang looked at Xiao Zimo's eyes staring at him coldly, the disdain in his eyes became stronger, and he slowly walked towards him.
"Oh ...... Oh ...... Oh ......" Xiao sub ink constantly breathing heavily, looked at Yang Qi slowly toward him, and my heart began to slowly wondering what .
"Don't struggle, you absolutely can't beat me, just rely on your eight-star physique, or don't think about it, accept the reality! When I ruin you, let you reunite with your family!" Qi Yang said on his face. Suddenly became a hideous fist, his left hand condensed his fist, a circle of golden aura wrapped around his hand, and he slammed his fist towards Xiao Zimo.
"It doesn't matter, everything is up to fate!" The struggling color in Xiao Zimo's eyes flashed past, and he quickly became determined. At this time, he saw a purple palm-sized fruit in his hand. There are a few spiral patterns on it, and it is a devil fruit.
Click!
Xiao Zimo swallowed it without saying a word, and Qi Yang's fist had already come to him.
Helplessly, Xiao Zimo could only take a step back, and Qi Yang's fist gradually swept Xiao Zimo's body with a trace of overwhelming momentum~EbookFREE.me~ Bang!
At this moment, Xiao Zimo's stomach was directly hit by Qi Yang's fist.
puff!
A large patch of blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing Qi Yang's clothes red at the same time as he dyed the ring. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell on the edge of the ring and lay on it. Motionless, as if dead.
"Zimo!"
"Brother Zimo!"
Tang Chuxue and the others saw Xiao Zimo lying motionless on the ring, as if dead, and immediately roared, trying to rush to the ring, but they were stopped by Qiu Zhenhui and others.
"Don't move! Lao Tie is not dead! His breath is not disordered at all!" Qiu Zhenhui dragged Tang Chuxue's body desperately, while lowering his own voice and shouted.
(End of this chapter)