Everything in heaven and earth can be killed. There is no kindness or mercy. There is only killing to cleanse the world.
Extreme martial arts will is often extremely powerful.
Zhuang Wuming looked at this sword. It was incredibly fast, almost reaching the normal limit of destruction level.
With a movement of his feet, he inexplicably ended up on the right side of the sword.
At the same time, his palm appeared on Zhang Wen's left chest at some point.
An infinite force and punching intention instantly rushed into his body.
His heart was severely injured, Zhang Wen's whole body froze, his face was full of disbelief, and then he flew up completely.
"How is that possible?" He looked horrified in mid-air.
Darkness swallowed up his consciousness, and the severe pain from his heart made him completely lose his consciousness.
He just felt like something was broken in his mind.
Zhuang Wuming stared indifferently at Zhang Wen who fell on the ground, and looked at Teacher Yang.
Teacher Yang didn't seem to expect that Zhuang Wuming could defeat a strong opponent so easily.
Moreover, he is also the son of the Zhang family, a strong man who has stepped into the third level of martial arts.
After his mood fluctuated slightly, Teacher Yang returned to his original state of calm.
"The game continues."
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Wen was already floating to the side wrapped in a burst of energy and blood.
At the same time, a green light flew out of his hand and enveloped Zhang Wen.
The next moment, Zhang Wen turned into a green cocoon and was enclosed inside.
This is the most advanced protective gel that can wrap seriously injured people and force them into a state of suspended animation.
These gels are full of nutrients and various special effects, allowing seriously injured people to remain in suspended animation without worsening their injuries.
It can last for a week, which is a very powerful product.
"The game continues, No. 9 and No. 10 come out."
The fight between dragons and tigers is non-stop, and all kinds of martial arts will are constantly displayed.
Almost everyone who can step into this place has mastered the will of martial arts.
But basically they are still in prototype, only Liang Sihua is taking shape.
In a corner where no one is watching, a wisp of black air invisible to the naked eye floats silently into this sacred tree palace.
The black energy rushed straight towards Zhang Wen who was in the protective gel, and Zhuang Wuming immediately noticed the problem.
Looking slightly into the gel, a wisp of black smoke was rising from Zhang Wen's body.
He was horrified in his heart, "This is the aura of a defective soul-transformation product. It's really terrifying. It actually invaded here."
"This sacred tree range is the center of this continent."
"The center of the continent cannot avoid the invasion of the power of this defective soul."
"This sacred tree is most likely related to the border lord."
"The power that produces defective soul-forming products definitely comes from the eleventh latitude."
Zhuang Wuming thought about countless questions, and he was determined to win this sacred tree palace.
As long as he absorbs the power in the sacred tree pool, he can step into the fifth-level warrior level, which is the level of a four-dimensional creature.
He is capable of controlling and controlling in this world. Even if the world faces major changes, he will have enough means to cope with it.
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, he did not speak hastily about the changes in the gel.
After all, that was a power that even Teacher Yang in front of him was unaware of.
As time passed, the black air in the protective gel became darker and darker.
However, because the protective gel is dark green in color, it is almost impossible to see what is going on inside.
Zhuang Wuming's talent was able to sense subtle changes inside, a strange coldness.
At this time, as the first round of thirty-two into sixteen ended, Teacher Nayang turned around and walked towards the protective gel.
A solemn voice sounded in everyone's ears, "Everyone step back, there is something wrong with this document."
When everyone heard this, they were all stunned, "If something goes wrong, what can go wrong?"
Someone asked in confusion.
The next moment, the answer appeared in front of them.
An illusory arm rose from the protective gel, and then a figure wrapped in black smoke jumped out of it.
His dark eyes were filled with an icy aura, indifferent to all life, and his whole body was filled with an aura that swallowed up all wishes.
"hiss"
When people around him saw the strange change of Zhang Wen, their expressions changed dramatically, they quickly stepped back and made gasping sounds.
Zhuang Wuming's face was expressionless.
He suddenly said: "What is this?"
A handsome-looking man next to him said in a low voice: "He is actually a lost soul. He cannot be avoided even here."
"Where else in the Commonwealth is safe?"
At this time, Teacher Na Yang's face was solemn, and his whole body was surging with energy and blood. It turned into a terrifying sword energy and struck down with a sudden burst of energy and blood.
This power shook the heaven and earth, and the entire energy and blood space was filled with infinite sword energy.
Poof
Zhang Wen couldn't even hum. Even though he had become a lost soul, he couldn't resist Teacher Yang's attack.
Under the countless blood and sword energy, the breath turned into nothingness.
But everything was not over yet. Countless qi and blood evolved into strange traces, pressing towards the place where Zhang Wen died.
The traces of the evolution of Qi and blood turned into a bloody crystal.
When it shrinks to the size of a thumb, it almost becomes material.
A dark filament emerged from inside.
It is the source of all infections, a mysterious force named soul-stealing black energy by the Federation.
The Pearl of Qi and Blood flashed and fell into Teacher Yang's hands.
He glanced at it and put it in his sleeve.
Turning to look at everyone, "Let's continue, sixteen to eight games."
After the words fell, the game continued, and a blood-red jade card appeared in his hand.
Throwing it away, it turned into a streak of blood and flew out of the Divine Tree Heavenly Palace.
His eyes were cold, revealing unconcealable worry.
Teacher Yang focused on the competition on the court.
Zhuang Wuming looked at everything here with a calm expression.
There is still no suspense in the sixteen-to-eight match, and no one can resist Zhuang Wuming.
Pushing all the way, which one of Zhuang Wuming and the Liang family swept everyone forward.
A few hours later, the competition came to an end.
Zhuang Wuming and Liang Sihua from the Liang family stood opposite each other.
Teacher Yang's face was calm, and everyone around them had solemn faces.
This is the final competition, and the winner will get the only qualification to step into the Sacred Tree Tianchi this time.
Liang Sihua is a very young man, about eighteen years old.
There is an aura of nobility permeating his whole body, and he is the thirteenth son of the Liang family.
Legend has it that this person was born with mysterious visions, and there are various legends about him.
His martial arts will is also supreme and noble, a huge will that is full of infinite majesty and governs all things like the Emperor of Heaven.
It seems that he is heaven and heaven is him.
This kind of martial arts will is very terrifying.
Legend has it that there were even stronger warriors than him, but when fighting against him, his martial will was suppressed.