Lu Fan's figure was gradually swallowed up by the white zhenqi dragon on the ring.
He was like an ice cube being burned under the scorching sun, melting and disintegrating little by little in front of everyone's eyes.
There was a deathly silence in the whole place.
Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at the scene that was happening on the ring in shock.
The shock in my heart could not be greater.
Is this the true energy transformation that the Nangong family is proud of?
Everyone has this question in their minds at this moment.
Wang Shangzhi, Wang Guosheng, Wang Li, Ma Zicong, Lu Wushuang, Coach Lei, Master Kong Chan...
An expression of despair reaching deep into the soul was deeply imprinted on these people's faces.
"finished?"
The roar of the infuriating dragon lasted less than three seconds.
The white light that enveloped the entire arena gradually disappeared.
The gravel, giant slabs, guardrails, and ancient martial arts flags on the arena... slowly reappeared in everyone's sight.
There was also a huddled figure that finally came into everyone's sight.
The figure was bathed in blood and lying on the ground.
The limbs are hugged together, and the whole person is like a newborn baby. The body is curled up tightly, and a large amount of blood flows from the arms to the ground.
He looked like a dead man who had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
His body exuded deathly silence, reflecting the thick aura of blood, making everyone who looked at him feel a deep sense of despair in their hearts.
"do you died?"
A question once again arose in everyone's mind.
There is no doubt that the authentic dragon just now has completely impacted everyone present's understanding of the peak combat power of martial arts.
No one can survive safely in the breath of the true energy dragon.
"Pity."
The head of the Li family shook his head. He had a very good impression of Lu Fan. At least the ancient martial arts boxing skills displayed in the duel between Lu Fan and Luo Gusha allowed him to see the hope of revitalizing traditional ancient martial arts boxing skills again.
But that's just hope.
With a long sigh, the Li family crumpled up the Li family's invitation that they had already prepared, held it in their palms, and threw it aside.
"Bah bang bang."
More and more invitations with Lu Fan's name prepared in advance were either torn into pieces or, like the Li family, they were held in the palm of their hands and then thrown away casually.
"He hasn't been defeated yet, why are you doing this?!"
Lu Wushuang raised his eyebrows and looked angrily at the patriarch of an ancient family sitting next to him.
"Haha, Palace Master Lu, you don't still have any hope for this dead man, do you?"
The patriarch of the family smiled contemptuously and said: "Although he has been dismissed from his official position by the Martial Alliance Headquarters and has become a sinner, it is not like cats and dogs. They can all come to curry favor."
The news that Lu Wushuang was dismissed as the first envoy of Jiangnan is not a secret in martial arts.
Even in this ancient martial arts competition, the treatment she was supposed to receive from sitting on the high platform with Song Jianqiu and others was replaced by a corner of the bleachers.
No one would think highly of this old envoy who was personally judged as a sinner by the head of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Five Alliance Headquarters. Lu Wushuang didn't care about this and never argued with others. However, when he heard the other party's sarcasm, he coldly retorted:
"Then why did you write Lu Fan's name on the invitation in advance? Now you see that Lu Fan is no match for Nangong Wuxiu, and you tear him up with your own hands. Is this how the dignified Zhang family in the north goes back on their word and slaps themselves in the face?
"
"Not Nangong Wuxiu's opponent?"
The head of the Zhang family smiled disdainfully: "It's more like a dead person! And do you think I only prepared invitations for Lu Fan in advance? I also have invitations from Nangong Wuxiu, and they are more luxurious and standard than Lu Fan's.
How can a Lu Fan, and a dead man at that, be compared to Mr. Nangong?"
"He's not dead!"
At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly exploded among the crowd.
The head of the Zhang family was stunned when he heard this and turned around suddenly.
Lu Wushuang also looked over eagerly with beautiful eyes.
On the ring, the figure slumped in a pool of blood, under everyone's gaze, actually twitched his fingers!
Still alive!
Lu Wushuang stood up directly, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble.
then.
In everyone's unbelievable eyes, they saw the figure move his fingers first, then his limbs twitched, his hands suddenly stood on the ground, and he slowly stood up from the ground!
