When Luo Xingchen threw a few punches in succession, he was already caught off guard, his face was sunken, his ribs were broken, and his liver and gallbladder were about to split.
The Tyrannical Blade is like a grasshopper, flying so far, seeing everyone, with his mouth tilted, and his heart licking. A cold wind seems to be blowing on his body.
silence! Silent!
I saw the seven layers of spiritual seals, withered flowers appeared, and many people frowned. They could feel that the rich aura of heaven and earth here was sucked up by Luo Xingchen's withered flowers, swallowing mountains and rivers, and sucked up completely!
Immediately, these heaven and earth auras turned into luster and poured into Luo Xingchen's internal organs to repair his injuries and help him regain strength.
"This guy! It's still not a human being! Oh my god—"
Luo Xingchen received such a serious injury, in fact, almost everyone thought that he was dead, where is there any room for maneuver
The sword intent of the overlord sword is so overbearing. As the name suggests, his sword can dominate the world!
But, now, Luo Xingchen's actions seemed to slap each of them on the face, and those cheeks were really burning like fire, fierce and painful!
"Talking a lot of nonsense, just to prove to me that your sword intent is better than my physical body.
You just despise the flesh and despise physical cultivation.
Today I will tell you that Taoism is natural, and any martial arts has merits. It is not useless. It is like my withered flower. Although it cannot increase my strength, it can help me when I am in a mortal situation. Healing, I can turn things around.
Overlord, who lost? you lose! "
"Impossible—cough cough..."
As soon as Tyrant got up from the ground, his eyes were about to split, and he roared fiercely. It was unimaginable!
"Shoo!" Luo Xingchen swept away with a streamer, raised his fist, and smashed again!
"Boom boom boom..."
He almost smashed the bones of the Ba Dao's body everywhere, and even penetrated the Ba Dao's internal organs, beat the Ba Dao half to death, fell to the ground, rolled several times in a row, and fixed it on the edge of the ring.
At this time, Tyrannical Dao was not as good as death, and there was still a breath left, and it was very difficult to breathe.
Tyrant knife, can't stand up anymore, just now the situation is like a broken bamboo, the situation is just so catching, and it instantly reverses.
And Luo Xingchen, although scarred and spirited, became more and more vigorous.
He stood still, with cold eyes, glancing at those who were dumbfounded.
"I can continue to fight, the next one!"
Tyrannical knife, was carried away, seriously injured, and fell into a coma.
Luo Xingchen, there is still a half of incense stick time, he can regain his strength.
At this moment, after a long time, Jian Lan, Lei Ba, and the group were still in a daze, unable to extricate themselves.
Zi Ning's ice eyes released some light, his thoughts were chaotic, and his breathing was chaotic.
"Your uncle, the eighteenth generation of your ancestors! This is also OK-I rely on! I really take it!"
Yang Gu lost control of his emotions, violently violent, pointed at Luo Xingchen, cursed, gritted his teeth, and walked away.
After this battle, as a bystander, he was hit by Luo Xingchen, depressed and depressed.
He knew that his own talent, except for Gu Master, was not worth mentioning in front of Luo Xingchen, who was as contemptuous in his eyes.
A person with bare hands is invincible. There are many freaks in the hell arena, and Luo Xingchen is perhaps the most aggressive.
At the same time, Jian Lan put away his contempt, and his mood was particularly complicated.
Lei Ba had been dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on Luo Xingchen, he forgot to blink and couldn't move away.
"Sister... The Luo Nan Mountain that you introduced to me is too violent... It's a terrible thing!"
Lei Ba smiled bitterly, and his heart seemed to be slapped.
Tian Ying's expression is still indifferent, her heart is like profound iron, her face is like frost, her eyes are cold, she squinted, and she wants to know the true details of Luo Xingchen.
Ke Moyou was expressionless, without joy or sorrow. He felt that if this continues, it is very likely that Luo Nanshan will have the opportunity to directly collide with these peerless evildoers of them!
Just facing the first battle in the early stage of the Earth Element Realm, it was so shocking. Many people have 10,000 grass mud horses running through their minds, defeating Jian Xiu with their fists, and then defeating Dao Xiu. Iron Fist is invincible, and there is no need for spiritual skills. , Even the aura does not need to be urged.
Except for the person in front of you, maybe there is really no one...
During the half-burning time, Luo Xingchen sat cross-legged in the middle of the ring under the eyes of everyone, feeling the nature, not only the wound healed, but the injury recovered seven or eight eighty eight, he did not even rush, sharpened his gun, concentrated his mind, and intended to penetrate Lingyuan. Flawless mystery.
After this battle, after the injury, the physical strength quickly increased without knowing it, although it did not directly absorb the aura in the best spirit crystal, which is not bad.
The sea of qi, at the beginning, was in chaos, no change, no change at all!
Luo Xingchen was even a little confused, wondering if he was deceived by the royal family of Jiang, and seeing the false history, could it be that the so-called flawless state simply didn't exist
Just when he was uneasy, strands of particles poured into the sea of qi, and gradually, he felt that the sea of qi was widening!
Although it's just a subtle feeling, it's enough!
He opened his eyes, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and he was in a good mood!
"Next battle! My opponent, man!"
Luo Xingchen, who stood up, was full of spirits, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked down upon the heroes!
The entire arena was shocked and panic.
At this time, in fact, the next opponent should have played long ago. The reason why no one played was because the organizers could not find anyone who could defeat him in the early stage of the Earth Element Realm!
Can't find it! Can't find it!
Because just now, Tyrant Sword was actually deliberately arranged by the high level of the organizer, and the strength of Tyrant Sword was almost unmatched in the same realm in the early stage of the Earth Element Realm of the Demon Abyss.
If Tyrant Sword had just failed, it would mean that Luo Xingchen was enough to push the early stage of the Earth Element Realm, and they were hesitant.
At the beginning, the finale was taken out. At this moment, the organizers of the Hell Arena regretted it. If they held it up, they would use a dozen or so Demon Race powerhouses in the early stage of the Earth Element Realm to fight on wheels, exhausting Luo Xingchen’s strength. , Perhaps the tyrant can control the enemy with one move.
Now, they feel this is a joke!
"Is there any mistake? He was seriously injured just now, and now he looks more fierce than before! He hasn't swallowed the pill, even if he uses the holy medicine for healing, he still needs refining, it can't be so fast!"
Some demon youths are really completely speechless.
"Luo Nanshan, your performance is remarkable. Next, we will increase the difficulty, hope you don't take offense.
From now on, every time you defeat an opponent, we will only give you a hundred breaths of time for you to recover.
After a hundred breaths, let the next one take action immediately.
If you can defeat the next nineteen early beginnings of the Earth Realm, we will reward you with satisfaction.
Don't gossip, as you wish, the battle continues! "
So, next, the person on the field came from the Sword Demon Clan, with six layers of spiritual seals. His moves were so fast that he couldn't beat Luo Xingchen's invincible iron fist. He was beaten into a dog by Luo Xingchen and was badly injured and defeated.
The next one, the young man of the sword demon clan, has no trace of the short sword.
With fierce sword technique, he is like a maggot of worms, fighting close to him, sticking to Luo Xingchen, and staying half a step back for a long time.
Luo Xingchen used a soft force spectrum to overcome the rigidity with softness. The young sword demon clan was slapped by him and shot directly under the ring, leaving the space array.
Then, the fourth, fifth, sixth... and sixteenth...
A group of people, like a group of idiots, were dumbfounded, their mouths twitched, and their faces were paralyzed after a stroke.
"Your mother... won again? This is the number one... Is there any reason?"
Lei Ba had a bitter face and seemed to cry without tears!
This speed is too fast!
And Luo Xingchen, in fact, has been aggravating his injuries during the battle, and he has no chance to recover, so he will directly face the next opponent and continue to aggravate his injuries!
However, Luo Xingchen's spiritual seal is too evil, it can make him in a bloody, unrecognizable state, the more bravery he fights, the more wounded he is!
What the hell is this
Jian Lan's face was green, and his fists were clenched, unbearable!
Even if he were replaced by him, it would be impossible to defeat his opponents so simply and rudely with his bare hands, relying on brute force. If he was bare-handed, the fighters sent by the hell arena might not be able to stop him from fighting.
What's more, the original rule for Lingyuan Realm was that every time an opponent was defeated, there was a stick of incense for healing time.
But Luo Xingchen only has one hundred breaths, one hundred breaths! Comparing with Yizhuxiang, it's not a fart!
This guy, like a chicken blood, is in a kind of hyperactive runaway mode, it's not a human being!
"Boom..."
Jian Lan was stunned, with a loud noise, and the seventeenth place in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty also rolled from the six-thousand-zhang ring all over the floor, and rolled down!
Jian Lan was full of pimple, and his heart was trembling! Feeling cold all over...
He had an unknown hunch that if Luo Xingchen repaired a sword, or repaired a sword, he would control a kind of weapon and understand the martial intent, maybe he was in the same realm, and he was not Luo Xingchen's one-to-one general.
This is the horror of physical dominance plus the control of the tool dao.
In the crowd, some even gritted their teeth, with a black line, opened their mouths, and said angrily: "Luo Nanshan... Are you tired... Can you rest? We watched you beat people, and we all looked dazzled. You beat a few, we I can't even count them."
"Luo Nanshan, I take it, your fists are hard, really hard! You are a real man! But can you stop fighting... Your grandma's... Because, I placed a bet on you, I think you can't survive 30 games. , Woo..."
When these people had no confidence and whispered in a low voice, Luo Xingchen simply and neatly swept through two more primitive primitive stages one after another.
Only the last opponent was left. He came on stage, but his lips trembled, his head was trembling, and his head was sweating profusely.
The demons are not afraid. They have never seen a madman like Luo Xingchen, so they used their fists to overturn a group of them!
What can this guy who is strong in the outside world do
Sure enough, the next guy said something heartbreaking: "Cough... Luo Nanshan, don't slap your face, can you..."
"Hey... Yes! Then I'll hit you on the back of the head!" Luo Xingchen smiled, his scalp was numb and the hair was terrifying!
"Boom..."
A fist, like a hammer, knocked on the back of the sword demon clan's head. He cried bitterly, hugged his head and screamed, howling ghosts and wolves, that's a miserable one!
As a result, everyone squatted down together, burned paper for themselves, and stood in silence. Those who bet Luo Xingchen would not win, the heart is bleeding, and the feeling of crying without tears is really sad...