Two hundred and thirtieth fifth fighting martial arts three
235 Fighting Martial Arts Three
Tick, tick... The sweat on Lin Luo's forehead slowly dripped down and fell on the bluestone slab. At this time, he was under tremendous pressure. He did not expect that Han Fei would have such unique skills. Lin Luo was a little annoyed. Although he still had the initiative, he was already in a dilemma.
Han Fei's martial soul summoned out, and the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere gradually spread throughout the scene. This martial soul seemed to be an ancient evil thing in terms of appearance and temperament. This made Lin Luo's mood become more and more nervous.
Lin Luo didn't want to fight Han Fei to the death. After all, Lin Luo still has many important games behind him, and it is impossible for him to lose his strength here because of one game. But it seems that if he doesn't use that mysterious power now, it seems that Han Fei's tough problem will not be able to be solved.
Everyone in the audience held their breath at this time. Everyone dared not speak loudly, for fear of disrupting the rhythm of the field. This is the moment of life and death, and this is the eternal moment. Everyone knows what will happen next. It is precisely because of this that the field will be silent.
Sweat flowed down Lin Luo's cheeks, and the true energy was consumed more and more. He knew very well that the true energy in his body was no longer enough to allow him to exert the perfect attack just now. Han Fei on the opposite side was not much better. The reason why Han Fei could forcefully summon the martial soul was nothing more than a final attack.
As time passed by minute by minute, no one in the field moved. The two people seemed to be discussing, motionless and unmoving. They just confronted each other, letting time pass slowly.
After a long time, the cold smell in the air seemed to be even more intense. The hand of the demon king in the air showed a clearer outline in front of Han Fei. At this time, everyone could truly see the legendary ancient demon king clearly. Although this martial soul is not complete, the power contained in it is clearly made everyone feel the mental pressure.
This is indeed the legendary Dragon Wing. This martial soul not only inherits the powerful body of the Dragon Clan. What's more terrifying is that it can not only attack, but it can even defend. People on the field may not understand what this means, but Lin Luo, who is in this complex environment, can understand it better.
In fact, just now, when Han Fei summoned this martial soul, Lin Luo wanted to take the opportunity to get it, so that Han Fei had no way to fight back and had no chance to fight back. However, when Lin Luo carefully observed the martial soul summoned by Han Fei, he began to feel a little scared. Fortunately, he was not impulsive just now.
Otherwise, that consequence is not something Lin Luo can bear now. As the name suggests, the Dragon Wing is a martial soul that can fly. If Lin Luo didn't get the chance to take action just now, it is likely to let it run away.
"Although he can only summon one-tenth of the Dragon Wings." Han Fei's body was already shaking, his face was terrifyingly pale, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he kept saying, "Even a ninth-level martial artist, he would be torn to pieces in front of the Wings."
Everyone was uproared. The huge arm and the huge head emitted aura made the audience feel scared. The timid ones even started to cry.
"Hu" Lin Luo was also surprised to look at the terrifying aura of the wings in front of him, which only showed part of his body, which shocked Lin Luo. The giant black arms suddenly grabbed him. On five fingers that were the size of an adult's arm, three-foot-long nails that were sharp and faintly covered with gray flames slashed towards Lin Luo's chest with a fishy storm.
Lin Luo looked at it and saw a lantern-sized eyeball on the exposed half of his head, and the cold murderous intent was shocking.
"What a strong power." Lin Luolian moved away. The power of the giant arm was definitely not something he could withstand. He could not have imagined that Han Fei was so powerful
"But his attack power is really terrifying."
"The weakness is also very obvious. Even though the summoned wings are powerful, their actions are restricted, and Han Fei himself is even weaker." Lin Luo's thoughts flashed through his mind.
"If you want to win easily, you just need to kick Han Fei off the stage." Lin Luo made a judgment in his mind that the giant arm that the wings grabbed one after another. Although the wings are amazing, their agility is completely impossible to compare with themselves in terms of their physical agility. The competition are only 1,000 meters wide, and the half of the wing's head and giant arm have already occupied half of it.
"I'm safe from the attack range of Feiyi." Lin Luo stood on the edge of the ring and looked at Han Fei who was standing on the other side of Yao. Han Fei trembled and ran into the range of Feiyi's body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. If Lin Luo attacked him the moment Feiyi appeared, ninety percent would be able to kick him off the stage, and in this way he would lose.
However, Lin Luo did not do it. This is not only the assessment given to him by Liu Longlin, but also the cultivation. Since it is cultivation, you must defeat your opponent with dignity.
Lin Luo shook his head and smiled, "Hmph, I won't win, I'm not willing to do the trick of taking advantage of tricks. I'd better let it go." Seeing Han Fei enter the attack range of the giant winged arm, Lin Luo moved at the same time. His back was arched, his waist and hips sank, his legs muscles suddenly contracted, his body strength penetrated through the lumbar spine, and then directly passed to his back. At this moment, Lin Luo was like a hunting bow
Bang like an arrow, and the speed was even more amazing. He met the giant winged arm. With the blessing of force and spirituality, Lin Luo paused for a moment and actually penetrated it. At the moment when Han Fei was panicked and widened his eyes, Lin Luo grinned, and at the same time he suddenly drew his sword Wuchen and swung it out from his back. The powerful force blew the wind and swayed it up.
"Bang" Wu Chen slashed on the trident in front of Han Feiheng's chest
"Ah" Han Fei's summoned wing eyes saw the master being attacked, and a fierce light flashed through his lantern-sized eyes. His giant arm swirled down in the air and smashed Lin Luo, who had not rushed forward.
"Wow" The audience stood up. If Lin Luo continued to chase and kill Han Fei, many people would definitely be hit hard on the back. They were all sweating in their hands. They all wanted to know how Lin Luo would choose, whether to win if he was seriously injured or to avoid dodge.
Everyone is inclined to the former in their hearts, and they are passionate because they win because of serious injuries.
"Papa," as everyone hesitated, Lin Luo's left palm suddenly ignited a black flame, which was the mysterious martial art - Wuming Fire Qi
"Ah" Lin Luo gritted his teeth, and the black flames won greatly. All the spirituality carried by a martial soul was injected into the flames. Suddenly, the strong scorching cold burned the black sleeve on his left arm, revealing a piece of the colored arm cover at the neck of his hand. He was very beautiful and the teeth were bitten tightly. The spirituality carried by a martial soul was not enough to resist the giant arm, so Lin Luo had to inject more. Only enough Vajra crystals could make it perform its due effect.
Two, three, and ten, about 20% of the spiritual amount in Lin Luo's body entered the flames of the left palm. The color gradually became darker, orange-red, orange-purple, and dark purple. Everyone in the audience was shocked to see it, and some of them were even wet on their backs. I don't know if it was affected by the flames in Lin Luo's hands, or if their minds were completely affected by the collision at this moment.
The shocking sound penetrated the entire Hall No. 1 ring and shook even more. "Ao," Feiyi screamed in succession, his palms became charred, and half of his head shook repeatedly. Lin Luo and Feiyi's arm fight, Lin Luo, win
The sound of Wuchen and the trident also sounded at the same time, as time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Luo's deep gaze met Han Fei's terrified gaze. With the powerful thrust forward, his knee suddenly raised and his toes touched Han Fei's chin.
Bang Han Fei's body was like a stone thrown, and he quickly fell under the ring, unconscious. The audience took several breaths quietly, and then burst into a burst of exclamations: "Lin Luo Lin Luo"
"Serial No. 10068 Win" The cold voice of the old man in black robe sounded as usual, but it could not destroy the excitement of everyone in the audience.
"I decided to buy Lin Luo to win in the future"
"This Lin Luo is so amazing." Amid the excitement of everyone, Lin Luo took the victory token handed over by the old man and walked to He Jiao, Tianwu Hall.
"He Jiao." Lin Luo shouted with a smile, and thought to himself, "When fighting with Han Fei, the force has not been used much, but 20% of the spirituality has been used. If there are always opponents, it is not a problem to fight ten times a day."
"What are you doing?" He Jiao's eyes shiny, and she handed a hundred golden diamonds to Lin Luo's hands.
"Appoint another match for me, and the opponent also needs a seventh-level martial artist." Lin Luo grinned.
He Jiao frowned slightly and said, "Isn't this true? Is it still here?"
Lin Luo nodded. "Okay, sister, help you." He Jiao rubbed Xue Ni Yujie's little hands, staring at the stones on her chest with delicate eyes, and a series of data flashed in her eyes. Soon, He Jiao bent down and took out a piece of blue paper, put it in front of Lin Luo, which said in handsome font: "It's OK at any time." He Jiao covered her mouth and giggled, "As long as you can do it." Lin Luo: "Go now."
The Douwu Pavilion Tianzi Arena. When I heard about Lin Luo’s battle, the crowd suddenly surged, from thousands of people before to nearly ten thousand people watching.
"Is there a very high popularity?" The cold middle-aged man opposite Lin Luo said lightly with a wave of his hand.
"The rules of the competition: one side falls into the ring or loses combat effectiveness, the other side wins"
"Can you two understand this rule?" The old man in black robe stood in the center of the scene like a stone tablet. Just as Lin Luo nodded, the cold middle-aged man suddenly shot out and stabbed Lin Luo in his heart.
The "despicable" curses were heard in the audience, but the middle-aged man was relaxed and ignored them at all.
"Long Chong Sheng" Lin Luo had already released green force to cover the surroundings when the middle-aged man sneaked into the attack. When he saw the middle-aged man being attacked, Lin Luo suddenly turned over, and Wu Chen cut off the light from his head and did not emit. Lin Luo's heart moved and quietly used the method of extreme explosion to make the light more condensed. Bang relied on the power of the light to condense, slashed left, right, and lifted upwards. Finally, he kicked the middle-aged man's abdomen and sent it off the field.
"Serial number 10068 wins Douwu Pavilion Earth Round. Douwu Pavilion Xuan Round.
Douwu Pavilion Yellow Star. After nine consecutive victories, Lin Luo once again came to He Jiao, who was bored playing with the small braids on her shoulders. She grinned and showed her white teeth. Although she looked a little haggard, the flashing light in her eyes was a big victory, and she smiled and said, "He Jiao, give me another match."
"You guy is really bullying." Looking at Lin Luo, who was wearing a tight black samurai robe in front of him, He Jiao was stunned. After five hours, Lin Luo had fought nine games and won nine games in a row, and the opponents in each game were seventh-level martial artists who were two levels higher than him.
"Okay" He Jiao looked helplessly at the people behind Lin Luo. These people were Lin Luo's supporters. When they saw Lin Luo challenged the seventh-level martial artist, they all started to yell:
"Big guy, there's more"
"Let's go on the ground, let's wait for Lin Luo." The crowd suddenly surged and walked towards the ring. There were only the ten counters that guided the warriors to challenge. When Lin Luo came, He Jiao was the coldest here. Lin Luo flashed and followed the people to the ring.
"There is 30% left in force and 20% left in spirituality. Today's last battle will definitely win." Lin Luo clenched his fists, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
A trace of madness against the battle. In the past nine days, Lin Luo fought at least ten games, even eleven or twelve games in a day. In this way, at the ninth day, Lin Luo had fought for ninety-eight games and won ninety-eight consecutive games. It is rare in the history of the Douwu Pavilion. It is worth mentioning that on the sixth day, Lin Luo finally broke through to the sixth level, and started from Lin Luo's breakthrough to the sixth level. All the martial artists challenged were level eight or even above.
Even on the fifth day of Lin Luo's crazy challenge, Lin Luo is no longer looking for an opponent, but the seventh and eighth-level martial artists specifically came to Lin Luo and the odds of Lin Luo's victory have been reduced. Until now, Lin Luo's victory is only a loss.
At midnight, the Yuzi-sized arena is being staged. Lin Luo's 99th challenge to the opponent is an eighth-level martial artist. His face is very handsome, but his face is always covered with a cold smile. Nearly 100,000 people were talking about it in the audience.
"Lin Luo is worthy of being called the Madman's high-intensity challenge for nine consecutive days. Even the Iron Man can't stand it. He actually survived it and was full of fighting spirit and full of energy."
"Hey, I can only be envious. Yes, there are two more games left. The madman Lin Luo will be awarded the title of Yellow-level Warrior."
"The former overlord Wang Lin is probably not a match for the madman. If this continues, we will have the share of our share here. It's really annoying, but Lin Luo is really too perverted."
"The crazy continuous battles are even more like a crazy demon's fist to the flesh. Fighting against high-level martial artists, he looks so refreshing." A young man wearing a gorgeous robe looked at Lin Luo with a cold look on the stage.
"Sorry, you have lost." Lin Luo pulled out Wuchen, who was slanted like a slab on the ring, and looked indifferently at the young man half-kneeling on the side. At this moment, he seemed to be a king looking at his people.