Feeling the explosive aura on Ji Wufeng's body, someone exclaimed: "Ji Wufeng is really strong. If he can rise, the human race will not be completely hopeless."
Even if there is no fight, the aura on Ji Wufeng's body has already confirmed that he is strong enough to rank among the top geniuses. It has been a long time since the human race has had such an amazing figure.
Some people sneered: "Strong? How strong can it be? Can it be stronger than King Wu back then?"
"Hmph, so what about King Wu? You haven't become a prisoner of the Canglang Clan!"
"I'm afraid Ji Wufeng won't even have the chance to become a prisoner. Although the human race is declining now, no one can deny its power in ancient times!"
Even if I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I have learned from the mouths of elders and ancient books that in ancient times, the human race was unparalleled and powerful, overlooking the world!
As long as the strong men of the human race can stand out, they will definitely be able to sweep away their peers and look down on all races!
It's just a pity that since ancient times, the world has changed, and the human race has lost the foundation for cultivating strong people, and it will gradually decline.
However, the war slave in front of me is a genuine ancient strongman, a powerful human race that has grown up!
"Do it!"
Caixuan couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Fatty Bai.
"Let him face it alone, those war slaves are not just enemies." The fat man said with a sad expression.
Not long ago, he saw with his own eyes the fallen tribesmen dying in front of him, so he could understand Ji Wufeng's mood very well and would not want anyone else to intervene!
"kill!"
Ji Wufeng took action first, and the sword Guiwei appeared in his hand and rushed towards the war slave!
Sonorous!
Under the blazing sword light, the war slave struck out with his bare hands, making a sharp clashing sound. The war slave's body shook, and Ji Wufeng flew away, with the war knife in his hand almost falling off.
With one blow, everyone felt that they had seen a clue. Ji Wufeng was very strong, but Zhan Slave was even stronger!
Not only does he have terrifying strength, but his body is extremely tough, making him a perfect warrior!
Ji Wufeng stepped on the sky step and rushed away. Although the sword in his hand was sharp, it was like cutting on a stone when it struck the war slave's hand.
Ji Wufeng launched a powerful attack at extremely high speed, but was still slapped away by the war slave and bombarded with fists. Ji Wufeng raised his fist and struck.
boom!
The fists of the two collided together, terrifying energy flew into the air, and their bodies retreated violently at the same time.
Zhan Slave was not injured at all, but Ji Wufeng's chest was shaking. The punch just now seemed to hit a wall, and he almost vomited blood from the shock.
Zhan Slave has entered the realm of an emperor and possesses such terrifying fighting power. You can imagine how powerful he would be if he were still alive.
This made Ji Wufeng very impressed. In ancient times, the human race was indeed extremely powerful, but while admiring it, he was also extremely sad. Even though it was powerful, it had already declined.
"Ji Wufeng is dying."
"It's a pity. I'm afraid I will never have the chance to rise again and become the next King of Martial Arts!"
"It's not just a pity, it's simply ridiculous. The whole world is chasing him, but he finally died in the hands of the human race!"
………
Everyone saw the gap between the two. It was impossible for Ji Wufeng to defeat Zhan Slave, and there was only a dead end.
However, Ji Wufeng's eyes were full of fighting spirit and he said: "Senior, I'm offended!"
The blade of the blade swiped across the palm, and blood spurted out, turning into a blood mist and staining the face of the war slave.
A glimmer of clarity suddenly appeared in Zhan Slave's eyes full of death, and he said in a dry voice: "Dragon...the power of dragon blood?"
The power of the dragon's blood can temporarily restore consciousness to the war slave, and his eyes will also have a hint of life, but it cannot last long and is slowly dissipating.
"Senior..." Ji Wufeng's voice was filled with sadness.
However, the war slave showed a trace of relief and said: "Okay, okay... the dragon's blood is immortal, and the human race has hope..."
"I will definitely live up to the expectations of my seniors. At this time, I respectfully wish my seniors to rest in peace..."
Ji Wufeng's eyes were sad, but his face was full of murderous intent, and he raised the blade in his hand.
"roar……"
The anger in Zhan Slave's eyes disappeared, his eyes were infinitely close to death again, and he rushed towards Ji Wufeng!
Zhan Slave's strength has not diminished at all, but his murderous intent is greatly reduced. His body is ruthlessly attacking and killing Ji Wufeng, but his subconscious is blocking it, which leads to a sharp decrease in his murderous intent.
puff!
The blade cut across the war slave's neck, and although no blood spurted out, he was beheaded by Ji Wufeng.
Ji Wufeng stepped forward and held Zhan Slave's head to prevent his head from being dismembered.
"Very good, very good..."
Zhan Slave completely regained consciousness, but he was already a dead man. His vitality had long since disappeared. His eyes were full of relief, and he finally entered deathly silence.
A ray of light shot out from Zhan Slave's mind and entered Ji Wufeng's mind. It was a piece of internal energy and mental method - King Kong Jin!
At the same time, Ji Wufeng also saw the name of the war slave, Qin Feiyang, only twenty-five years old!
The 25-year-old Huang Ji, who even now was unparalleled in the world, fell like this and met such a miserable end, which made Ji Wufeng feel heartbroken.
boom!
Qin Feiyang's body exploded and turned into ashes.
Ji Wufeng opened his hand, grabbed the ashes, and carefully put them away.
Then Ji Wufeng knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Senior!"
This scene was particularly sad, but it shocked the onlookers. Ji Wufeng actually killed Qin Feiyang, who was a strong man from the ancient human race!
Tu Xiong's eyes were full of sternness. He never thought that the invincible battle slave would fail, which was hard for him to accept.
He didn't notice Ji Wufeng's actions because Ji Wufeng deliberately hid it. If he knew that his blood could awaken the war slaves, there might be new troubles.
"Kill, leave no one alive!"
A cold voice sounded, and two war slaves rushed out. The black mist dispersed, and there were two more powerful men from the ancient human race, filled with murderous intent and death energy.
"Senior, I'm offended!"
Ji Wufeng raised his sword and took the initiative to attack the two of them. This time he did not entangle, he directly cut his palm and used his own blood to temporarily awaken the two of them.
"The power of dragon blood..."
"The immortal blood of a true dragon!"
The two ancient powerful men called out different names, but they both saw a glimmer of hope in their lifeless eyes.
"Please rest in peace, our two ancestors!"
Ji Wufeng suppressed the grief in his heart, swung his sword and chopped off the heads of the two men.
Boom! Boom!
The bodies of the two exploded one after another. Ji Wufeng collected their ashes, and at the same time obtained the techniques they practiced and learned their identities.
They are all young, and any one of them can be called an outstanding person!
"Have a good trip, two seniors!"
Ji Wufeng knelt down on one knee respectfully and bowed to the sky!
What?
At this moment, everyone present exploded. What on earth is going on?