Tang Ming laughed dumbly, with a touch of teasing at the corner of his mouth: "Why should I delay?"
"Hmph, you Chinese people are always so hypocritical. The magic power and secret technique you used just now is of course to regulate your energy. I don't believe you can use the magic power one after another."
Zakun laughed ferociously.
It was only after he saw through this that he couldn't wait to jump out.
If he hadn't felt that the aura on Tang Xuantian's body had become weak, he would certainly not have been so impatient. The magical power that Tang Xuantian had used to kill Zhao Zhiyu earlier left him with lingering fears.
"Tang Xuantian, today is the day you die!"
Zakun's eyes were full of ferociousness, and his muscles were pulsating like a horned dragon. As the top disciple of the Ghost Witch Sect, his combat effectiveness was second only to his master.
Boom! Violent murderous intent poured out, and the clothes on Zakun's upper body exploded, exposing the strong muscles inside.
There was even a strange inscription on the muscle.
"totem!"
"This is a unique totem in Southeast Asia. It is said that only powerful warriors who believe in certain religions are qualified to fuse the totem into the physical body!" An exclaim came from the crowd.
Totem Warrior, this is the collective name for monks in Southeast Asia.
"totem?"
Tang Ming sneered: "It's really ridiculous. They just plagiarized the Chinese body pattern formation. They only learned a few superficial skills and dared to go out and establish a new sect. It's extremely ridiculous!"
Zakun looked fierce and shouted: "Seeking death!"
Bang.
The totem on his body flashed with light, allowing him to cross seven or eight meters to behind Tang Ming in an instant, and punched out with terrifying force.
Punch out.
Circles of totems lit up on Zakun's right arm, expressing his powerful stance. Any enemy in this stance would more or less affect the soul's reflexes.
With this move, he has killed no less than three martial arts masters in Southeast Asia.
"die!"
Zakun's eyes flashed fiercely, he shouted angrily, and punched Tang Ming's heart fiercely.
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"is fake?"
Zakun's cold eyes narrowed, and he took a step back without thinking. The tiger-shaped totem flashed on the veins on his back, allowing him to retreat quickly with the help of this fierce force.
ahead.
Tang Ming's figure gradually disappeared.
The figure that had been punched through earlier was just an afterimage.
"Where are the people?"
Zakun's pupils tightened, and he had completely lost sight of Tang Ming.
Whoosh - there is a strong wind coming from behind.
Zakun's decisiveness was extraordinary, and his right leg whipped out like an iron whip. However, the moment he took action, the energy behind him suddenly disappeared.
A whip hit the ground directly.
The ground was cracked! The hard marble floor was split into four or five cracks by his kick! It was still empty! "Is this kind of reaction power worthy of China showing off its power?"
The understated voice sounded leisurely.
Zakun's eyes were scarlet, the totem's light surged, and he bent towards the source of the sound and blasted away.
His reflexes were at their peak, and almost as soon as the sound rang out, he had already reacted and launched an offensive.
"Pfft--" A punch with boiling murderous intent hit the air, and the feeling of powerlessness made Zakun almost vomit.
"Where are the people?"
"Tang Xuantian, you coward, get out of here if you can!"
"Are you Chinese as timid as you?
This is an arena competition, not a hide-and-seek game. Come out if you have the guts!"
Zakun was extremely irritable, and it was very uncomfortable to feel like he had nowhere to vent his murderous intent.
At this moment, a slightly disappointed sigh came from the corner of the ring.
"Boring."
"I originally thought that we would face an interesting opponent in today's arena match, but now it seems that whether it is Youge's corpse puppet secret technique or your Southeast Asian totem, they are all inferior and low-level techniques."
"In that case, let's end it early."
Tang Ming sighed, his tone full of disappointment.
He had prepared a lot for this arena competition, and even specially built the foundation successfully and built the Qingming Dao body to challenge, just to see how powerful the martial arts masters in the world today are.
Can bear fruit.
He was very disappointed.
"Finish?
Do you have that qualification?"
Zakun suddenly turned around, and when he saw Tang Ming at the edge of the ring, his expression became even more gloomy.
He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The blood energy surged and turned into a strange inscription. The blood energy inscription just floated in the void without dissipating, and then was printed directly on his chest, turning into a blood energy totem.
"Boom -" Zakun's whole body's aura surged, and the terrifying aura exuded far exceeded the aura when Zhao Zhiyu summoned the corpse puppet before.
"Tang Xuantian, do you dare to accept the magical powers and secrets of my Ghost Witch Sect?"
Zakun laughed ferociously.
"Why don't you dare!"
Tang Ming laughed lightly: "Also, I would like to remind you, don't use such inferior techniques to lower the level of magical powers. What are magical powers?
The magic that communicates with the gods is the magical power!"
"Your inferior spells are not worthy of being called magical powers at all!"
Tang Ming's tone was full of disdain.
Magical powers, magic powers that have magical power and can activate the aura of heaven and earth can be called magical powers.
To display magical powers requires extremely strong spiritual power of the soul, and it requires inducing the aura of heaven and earth or even evolving into a person with visions of heaven and earth, in order to be able to become a magical person.
You Pavilion's Corpse Puppet Secret Technique and the Ghost Witch Sect's Blood Totem are just heresy, they can't even be called spells, let alone magical powers?
"You are the main culprits who have lowered the level of China's magical powers and secret arts."
Tang Ming's face was full of contempt.
Zakun's face was livid with anger, and his scarlet eyes were filled with violent murderous intent.
"Tang Xuantian, you are really too arrogant!"
"Your arrogance will cost you death!"
The blood energy totem on Zakun's chest exuded a strange blood color, and the blood energy continued to surge. The entire Shilong Martial Arts Hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"die!"
He shouted loudly.
The blood energy all over the sky condensed into a huge claw, which was more than ten meters high, just like the vicious claws of the giant beast in the movie.
It was such an exciting scene that everyone present was so excited that they didn't dare to take a breath.
Whoa! The bloody claws attack and kill.
Tang Ming's face was as indifferent as usual. When the bloody claws came within five meters of his body, he leisurely stretched out a finger and uttered a word in an understatement.
"break!"
Follow your words.
A terrifying spiritual power of the soul rippled out, and the huge bloody claws did not hit the target at all, and broke apart in mid-air.
"Pfft..." Zakun spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Tang Ming opposite him as if he had seen a ghost.
Just one word can break his most powerful secret technique.
Who is this Tang Xuantian?
Not only Zha Kun, but also Shi Yue, who was in the box on the second floor, was frowning with thick eyebrows at this time.
"What you say is what you say... No, I clearly felt a terrifying wave of soul just now."
Shi Yue's expression was extremely solemn.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Li Rongbing also slowly came to the window sill.
"Mr. Li, this Tang Xuantian is really a bit mysterious. I thought I had seen through him before, but the more I get to know him, the less I can see through him."
"At such a young age, the martial arts master is even comparable to the great master, and he has all kinds of magic and divine communication at his fingertips. I suspect..." Shi Yue said in a deep voice: "He is the leader of some hidden force walking the world."