On the ring.
"Xia Ping!"
Xie Anshou stared at Xia Ping firmly: "You actually forced me to use the method of pressing the bottom of the box. You are also amazing. A character like you is not qualified to let me use it."
"But your behavior completely angered me. This time I will definitely let you taste the pain that will be unforgettable for a lifetime, and use your blood to wash away the shame on me."
His eyes showed infinite anger, thinking that Xie Anshou was a master of the Ninth Level of the Martial Master, and even a demon bathed in dragon blood, and his strength was not known how much stronger than others.
Dealing with a martial artist's seventh-tier junior, it should be the only way to deal with it.
But now he is forced to use the treasure at the bottom of the box, which is simply a great shame to him, and there is a taste of facelessness.
The more so, the more resentful he is towards Xia Ping, and he must completely defeat Xia Ping in order to save his face.
Boom~~
I saw Xie Anshou revolving the true essence in his body, instilling it into this glove, and the inscription on it flashed, exuding a terrible dragon breath, and there seemed to be an earth-shattering roar in the void, which shook the surrounding audience with blood boiling, this It is the pressure from the soul, even the energy shield can't isolate it.
King-level superb martial arts-Dragon Binding Hand!
At this moment, Xie Anshou's entire body flickered, as if wrapped in a mass of true essence, extremely violent, the air behind him was distorted, and a huge flood dragon was transformed into a huge dragon, soaring above the sky.
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
In a flash, countless fist marks appeared in the midair, and every fist was condensed into substance, as if it were a blow from a dragon, with the terrifying power of moving mountains and filling the sea, and contained the power of destroying the world.
Any warrior facing this attack will feel like a flat boat in the middle of a storm, and it seems that it will capsize in the sea anytime and anywhere, and the ship will be destroyed and killed.
"too strong."
The surrounding audience couldn't help jumping up, the cells of the whole body seemed to be trembling, and they couldn't believe that this was the power of a martial artist.
After using this treasured dragon glove, it seems that Xie Anshou's strength has increased several times, and the power of this dragon-binding hand is not the same as before.
It seems that at this moment, he has been promoted to the master, every move and every move has a natural master atmosphere, and a single blow can knock a big mountain down.
"Treasure? Don't think you have it! Today I will show you what is invincible power. I will kill you like a chicken." With a thud, Xia Ping immediately took out a spear. That is the spear of hell.
When the spear of hell appeared, a terrifying aura was formed with his body as the center. Ghosts cried and howled, as if countless demons roared, and the bloody breath spread, as if the door of hell opened.
The entire arena shook, swept over several miles, and immediately shattered Xie Anshou’s punching force, and even knocked him back tens of meters, his feet slid along the ground, pears out. A deep crack.
"Impossible, how can you also have a treasure?"
Xie Anshou looked terrifying and was completely shocked. He thought he was bathed in dragon blood, and even went to an ancient ruin to get an adventure and a treasure to be invincible. He is a natural protagonist, the son of luck, and Zhan Wu Invincible.
But wherever he can think of it, this kid also has a treasure on his body, and it exudes an evil hell aura, it seems that the grade is still above his dragon glove, and it can't be matched.
For such a result, he simply couldn't accept it, it was ridiculous.
"This kid also has treasures on his body. This joke is too big." A core student was stunned. Xie Anshou had treasures on his body, but why did this kid also have them.
"No wonder this kid is confident to win the championship, but he didn't expect to have such a hole card."
"It's unreasonable. What's going on with the current juniors? Everyone is rich to this level, even with treasures, and it's unreasonable. We core students don't have such treasures."
"It's over. This kid also has a treasure on his body. It's worth it. Who can stop him from winning the championship?"
Many core students were sad and bleak. They were stunned by the series of changes. What happened in just a dozen minutes was simply overwhelming and overwhelming.
"The spear of hell? This is the spear of hell, a cursed treasure in the legend. This kid actually got it?!" On the VIP table, a king was also taken aback. He saw the treasure that Xia Ping possessed. .
"Impossible, this spear of hell is cursed. Any warrior who gets it will go crazy, go crazy, become a murderer, and eventually be killed by someone, without exception."
"But this kid doesn't look like he is controlled by the spear of hell. The spirit platform is clear and clear, and his body is breathed into the treasure. He has the smell of the lord of hell. It suppresses the world and seems to have completely surrendered the spear of hell. ."
"No, this is something that even the king may not be able to do. How did this kid surrender the Spear of Hell?"
"If we can do such a thing, it will be like a tiger with more wings, and will add a great talent to my humanity."
"The young people nowadays are terrible."
Originally, many kings are above the top, watching this kind of game with an attitude of looking down, as it is a kind of adjustment product for daily practice, and does not take it seriously.
But now Xia Ping took out the spear of hell and even completely surrendered this treasure, taking it as his own. This really shocked many kings and felt incredible.
"Let you try what is true strength and what is despair." Xia Ping clenched the spear of hell, his true essence vibrated, and the inscription on it vibrated, exuding a majestic hell aura.
In an instant, he stabbed it with a spear.
call out!
At this moment, Xia Ping seemed to have become the underworld god of hell, and the spear pierced past, passing a ray of black cold light, extremely sharp and indestructible.
This cold light appeared in a trail in the void, like a shooting star, containing the majestic hell aura, like a ghost descending, reaping the soul.
It can be said that this spear not only shakes the power, but even stimulates the breath of the spear of hell, and even the soul is shaken. This is not the power that the king-level martial arts can withstand, nor is it a blow from the world, but a blow from hell. .
"Damn it, what is this?"
Xie Anshou was horrified and inexplicably horrified. He felt Xia Ping's spear stabbed and seemed to have irresistible power. This sharp force was invincible, and the winding trajectory seemed to ignore the space and arrived at his side in an instant.
He stretched out his hand to resist, even running the dragon glove.
But the speed of this spear was too fast and too fast, breaking through ten times the sound barrier. It seemed that at this speed, even the light was distorted and a vacuum was formed.