Ever since Song Tianyang was kicked to the ground for the second time, the entire venue has not made a single sound.
Song Feiyang was beaten violently.
Like a dog, Jiang Rubing stepped on the ground again and again, calmly trampling on him.
Pus and blood continued to flow from the corners of Song Tianyang's mouth.
It was obvious that his internal organs were injured, and even his martial arts heart was shattered by the last few kicks.
He became a useless person.
"Tian Yang!"
The middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the Wanluomen camp couldn't bear it anymore.
He stood up suddenly and widened his eyes.
"Eight dozen cranes and snakes..."
Jiang Jian had slumped down on the chair.
My whole body felt weak, as if all the strength in my body had been drained.
With a smile on his lips, he looked at Jiang Rubing on the ring.
He finally understood why Qin Feng had remained calm and unmoved from beginning to end.
All the unique skills of Fengshen legs.
Jiang Rubing has everything under control.
I'm afraid she suddenly disappeared all night last night and returned to Nandu to see Jiang Tiansheng. She got the Jiang family's martial arts manuscripts and re-read them throughout.
As one of the top ten martial arts sects in Beijing, the Jiang family relies on its ancestors' unique skills of the Wind God Kick to remain standing.
Even the famous families in Beijing were kicked to pieces, let alone a little Song Tianyang?
"boom!"
A leather boot fell down and stepped on Song Tianyang's wrist.
Song Tianyang raised his head with a ferocious look in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Do you know who I am?"
He smiled arrogantly: "I am the second son of the Song family!"
"My father is Song Wansan, the deputy head of the Song family!"
"Song Zongliang, the current head of the Song family, is my uncle!"
"Jin Ling is my third aunt!"
"The Jin family calls me nephew!"
"The current head of Wanluo Sect, Tianjian, is my master!"
"You dare to touch me?"
"Is a thousand heads of your family enough to chop off?"
The atmosphere in the whole place froze instantly.
Everyone's face was pale and they didn't even dare to take a breath.
Crazy, so crazy.
Looking at Jinling, there are few people who dare to be as arrogant as Song Tianyang!
But he has enough arrogance!
Every name that came out of his mouth was a big shot in Jinling!
No one dares to mess with it!
Although some people know that there is something fishy about his peak inner strength.
But when he was guarding the ring, some people clearly could defeat him, but they didn't dare to fight back. They just wasted time and waited for defeat.
There was once a blind man who injured one of Song Tianyang's ribs due to his good physical skills.
Although he clearly had the upper hand, he was still judged as a loser by the referee.
After leaving the venue, he died in a car accident on the spot, and his family committed suicide by drowning in the river.
No one dares to provoke this second generation ancestor.
Unless the whole family doesn't want to live.
I saw the entire audience was in complete silence.
Song Tianyang spit out a mouthful of blood:
"Awesome, even I dare to touch you."
"What the hell are you doing? Kneel down now, take off all your clothes in front of everyone, and start barking like a dog and crawling all over the place..."
"Otherwise I will kill your whole family..."
"ah!!!!"
The threatening voice turned into a shrill scream.
Song Tianyang looked at his hands in horror. The bones were broken under the trampling of the leather boots, and the flesh and blood were pierced to reveal the ferocious white bones with blood!
"Ah!! How dare you destroy me!"
He screamed wildly: "I'll kill you! Kill your whole family!"
"Xiu Feng, you bastards, you can't do anything when you see me being beaten."
"Believe it or not, I will ask my master to kill you all!"
"Bitch! Stop it!"
From the Wanluomen camp, a low roar came.
Immediately afterwards, a figure swept by the strong wind and appeared in front of Jiang Rubing in an instant.
He couldn't help but slap Jiang Rubing with his palm.
The speed is so fast that it turns into an afterimage.
It would directly destroy Jiang Rubing's martial arts aspirations.
Jiang Rubing's expression changed.
Qin Feng was about to take action.
A figure is faster than him!
There was a sound of "Bang!"
A figure appeared between the two of them.
He suddenly raised his hand.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap in the face.
The old man sitting with Xiu Ming flew out on the spot and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"At such a young age, you dare to sneak attack a junior in front of so many people."
"Do you really think that my Jiang family has no one?"
The figure stands proudly and the momentum dominates the audience!
"Who are you……"
His pupils trembled as he looked at the middle-aged man standing on the ring.