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The whole place fell into silence.
The fight just now happened so fast, like lightning, just in the blink of an eye, Feng Buming was knocked down by Zhuo Wen's punch, and his right eye was swollen like a panda's eye.
Mr. Hong frowned slightly. Zhuo Wen's strength was beyond his expectation. Feng Buming suffered a big loss just by meeting him.
But Mr. Hong is not worried because he knows Feng Buming's strength best.
Just now, Feng Buming only used 50% of his strength. If Feng Buming used all his strength and used the Phoenix Sacred Scripture, even he might not be able to easily defeat Feng Buming.
On the contrary, Yuan Erfu, who was standing next to Mr. Hong, looked a little nervous.
Zhuo Wen's strength was also beyond her expectation, and she was a little worried that Feng Buming would not be Zhuo Wen's opponent.
Zhuo Wen landed on the Weeping Blood Platform. Three divine swords, including the Thunder Fire Sword, the Blood Immortal Sword and the Death Sacrifice Sword, were suspended around his body in a ring shape, forming a sword formation.
"Feng Buming, the number one genius of the Phoenix clan? It seems a bit unworthy of his name!"
Zhuo Wen looked directly at Feng Buming with a look of contempt.
Feng Buming was furious. Zhuo Wen dared to show contempt for him. What qualifications did he have?
"Zhuowen, you have angered me! I just despised you, but now, you have to accept my anger, and I will use all my strength to kill you on the bloody platform!"
Feng Buming has decided not to keep Zhuo Wen alive, and has no intention of torturing Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen had just made him embarrassed, which severely hit his dignity. How could he endure such an insult?
As for such insults, at this moment, only the blood of Zhuo Wen can wash away the insults he suffered.
After Feng Buming finished speaking, Zhuo Wen clearly felt that the temperature and power of the blood flames around the Weeping Blood Platform had reached an unprecedented level of terror.
In an instant, these blood flames actually manifested into bloody phoenixes one after another.
A total of nine bloody phoenixes soared into the sky, eventually surrounding Feng Buming.
Under the blessing of the nine bloody phoenixes, Feng Buming's aura surged rapidly, reaching an extremely terrifying level in an instant.
"You can force me to use the ninth level of the Phoenix Holy Code. You are very good! You deserved to die today!"
After Feng Buming finished speaking, his whole person had disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the world.
"So fast!"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, and he knew that Feng Buming did not really disappear, but was moving at a high speed at that moment, and he could not see Feng Buming's specific figure clearly.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, the sound of gold and iron echoed around Zhuo Wen, and the three divine swords surrounding him burst out with sparks. Among them, the Death Sacrifice Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword were the weakest. The moment they were hit, they were struck.
fly.
However, the aura of the Thunder Fire Sword was the most powerful, and it blocked Feng Buming's bombardment.
However, it was more difficult for Xiao Hei to resist.
Although it relies on the Xuanyang Divine Condensation Stone to upgrade its level to the mid-term Tongtian level, it is just a divine weapon after all. Although its combat power is not weak, there is still a certain gap between it and the real mid-term Tongtian Lord.
After Feng Buming displayed the ninth level of the Phoenix Codex, his speed had reached an extremely terrifying level, and even Xiao Hei could barely resist it.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen's eyes were very sharp, and it could be seen that within fifty rounds, the defense of the Thunder Fire Sword would definitely be broken through by Feng Buming.
Zhuo Wen kicked the ground with his right foot and displayed his magical power, Destiny Time and Space Kill.
A long purple river swept out from the void behind him and swept towards Feng Buming.
But what surprised Zhuo Wen was that Purple River did not catch up with Feng Buming, and Feng Buming easily avoided Purple River.
boom!
A bloody flame rolled in, filled with terrifying spear intent, and swept across the Thunder Fire Sword.
Xiao Hei's cursing voice stopped, and he was knocked backwards by the gunshot with a groan.
"Die!"
Feng Buming's eyes were ferocious, and he swung his hand violently, and the blood-colored spear brought up surging blood-colored sparks and rushed into the chests of the two Zhuo Wen.
What made Feng Buming ecstatic was that Zhuo Wen seemed to be stunned, and his spear directly penetrated Zhuo Wen's chest.
But he soon discovered that something was wrong. The power of his blood spear was extremely terrifying. After penetrating the body, the powerful blood flames would surely burn the opponent and turn him into bloody ashes.
But except for the wound on his chest, Zhuo Wen's whole body was not burned by blood flames. Moreover, Zhuo Wen was still grinning at him. Was he kidding him? What on earth was going on?
Zhuo Wen naturally let Feng Buming stab him with his spear on purpose. With his current physical strength, there was no problem in holding Feng Buming's spear.
The main reason is that Feng Buming's speed is too fast, and he can't keep up, so he can only use this kind of "bitter flesh trick".
At the moment when Feng Buming lost consciousness, Zhuo Wen's right hand suddenly turned into a claw, grabbing Feng Buming's neck, and his left hand turned into a fist, and smashed Feng Buming's face mercilessly.
Feng Buming used all his strength to break away from Zhuo Wen.
But what horrified him was that a mysterious force emerged from Zhuo Wen's body, suppressing him to death. Even the blood in his body seemed to be dimmed, and he was unable to break free from Zhuo Wen's grasp.
And when Feng Buming was shocked by this fact, Zhuo Wen's fist had already come over.
Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Wen's punches fell like raindrops on Feng Buming's face, causing Feng Buming to scream in agony.
All the aliens in the arena were stunned. The majestic power that Feng Buming unleashed after unleashing the ninth level of power from the Phoenix Scripture is still vivid in his mind.
Not long after this, Feng Buming was pressed down and beaten by Zhuo Wen, and he was beaten severely. This style of painting was so strange that I couldn't bear to look at it.
The curved corners of Hong Lao's mouth completely stiffened at this moment.
"Ah ah ah! You bastard, I will definitely kill you today!"
Feng Buming looked like he was crazy. The nine bloody phoenixes around him suddenly screamed, and then a powerful force rushed in like a wave. Zhuo Wen was involuntarily pushed back more than ten steps.
When he came to his senses, he discovered that a tenth bloody phoenix appeared around Feng Buming, giving Feng Buming a powerful force out of thin air.
However, when Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on Feng Buming's face, he couldn't help but laugh.
I saw that Feng Buming's handsome face was completely swollen at this moment, which was the result of Zhuo Wen's fat beating.
Under the Weeping Stage, many of the foreigners watching saw Feng Buming's appearance and recalled Feng Buming's appearance before. Many of them couldn't help but laugh.
Feng Buming was furious, and the laughter from the audience was like a needle pricking into his heart, making him feel even more humiliated.
"You forced me to use the tenth level of the Phoenix Holy Code. Today you will pay a heavy price! I want you to regret being born in this world!"
As soon as Feng Buming finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.
At this moment, Feng Buming's speed was even faster than before, and the foreigners watching could not even catch Feng Buming's figure.
There was an uproar in the audience. Feng Buming's speed at this moment was too abnormal. Many foreigners thought that Zhuo Wen's death was coming.
Zhuo Wen was very calm. The moment Feng Buming disappeared, he used his magical power, the Eye of the Candle Dragon.
In an instant, the surrounding vision became clear, and even the trajectory of Feng Buming's movement was clearly visible in his eyes.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen suddenly pulled out the blood-colored musket that penetrated his chest, and then stepped on the ground with his right foot. The powerful force shook the ground with a violent sound.
Then, Zhuo Wen quickly turned around and stabbed behind him with the bloody musket in his hand.
Poof!
The sound of a spear entering flesh was heard, followed by the sounds of blood dripping onto the ground. At this moment, the blood-weeping stage seemed so crisp and strange.
I saw, in front of Zhuo Wen, Feng Buming stopped in front of Zhuo Wen as if time had stopped. His neck was penetrated by a spear, and blood poured out like a flood that burst a bank.
Feng Buming stared at Zhuo Wen, his eyes full of disbelief.
How is this possible?
He used the tenth level of the Phoenix Holy Code, which was faster and more powerful. How could Zhuo Wen predict his position in advance and stab the gun...