The four fields, from noisy to quiet, are all changes in an instant. Chu Feng stood alone in the field. At his feet were the top saints on the ground. They were either beaten through their bodies or broken bones and tendons. They were all dishevelled and fell in a pool of blood. His clothes are not stained with blood. It's very quiet. The breeze blows his hair, making his eyes look particularly bright. It's just a World War I. It's destined to be famous among all ethnic groups. Cao Dasheng, no opponent in the field of sweeping saints, alone in the center of the field! On the tripartite battlefield, the evolutionists of all major camps were restrained and surprised by this record. Although Chu Feng was very calm, he was not angry. He looked down at a group of seed level evolutors, walked past the body lying on the ground and shook his head. He seems very unhappy and wants to fight again. At this time, the golden light outside his body is more and more bright, and the outer layer is surrounded by a red blood halo, which is the ultimate fist absorbing the essence and evolving. This kind of boxing is very difficult to practice. According to the top secret information from Li Fu in ancient times, there are only two ways at present. One is to use various extreme breathing methods to continue the breaking of boxing marks, and the other is to have a decisive battle with the elites of all ethnic groups on the battlefield and absorb the brand of mysterious rules contained in the blood of all souls. Now, he is undoubtedly doing this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation