Chapter 625

In the arena.

"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 amazing. A character like you is not qualified to let me use it."

"But your behavior has completely angered me. This time, I will definitely let you taste the pain that you will never forget, 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 peak of the Ninth Layer of martial arts, and even a monster bathed in dragon's blood, his strength was unknowingly much stronger than others.

To deal with a mere junior of the seventh level of martial arts, it should be easy to catch.

But now he is forced to use the treasure at the bottom of the box, which is a great shame to him, and it feels like he has lost his face.

The more this is the case, the more resentful he will be towards Xia Ping, and he must completely defeat Xia Ping in order to save his face.

Boom~~

I saw Xie Anshou running the true energy in his body, pouring it into the glove, and the inscription on it flickered immediately, emitting a terrifying dragon breath, and there seemed to be an earth-shattering roar in the void, which shocked the audience around. It is the coercion from the soul, even the energy shield cannot block it.

King-level peerless martial art——Dragon Binding Hand!

At this moment, Xie Anshou's whole body flickered, as if wrapped in a ball of true energy, extremely violent, the air behind him twisted, and unexpectedly turned into a huge dragon, soaring above the sky.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

In an instant, countless fist marks appeared in midair, and each punch was condensed into substance, like a blow from a dragon, with the terrifying power to move mountains and fill the sea, and contains the power to destroy the world.

Facing this blow, any warrior would feel like a flat boat in the midst of a storm, as if it would capsize in the sea anytime and anywhere, and the boat would be destroyed.

"too strong."

The audience around couldn't help jumping up, all the cells in their bodies seemed to be shaking, and they couldn't believe that this was the power of a move that a martial artist could use.

After using this treasured dragon glove, it seems that Xie Anshou's strength has increased several times, and the power of using this dragon-binding hand is not the same as before.

It seems that at this moment, he has been promoted to a grandmaster, and every move and style has a natural grandmaster atmosphere, and a single blow from the air can knock down a mountain.

"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 bang, Xia Ping immediately had a spear in his hand, That's Hellspear.

The moment the Spear of Hell appeared, a terrifying aura was formed centering on his body, howling ghosts and howling wolves, as if countless demons roared, bloody aura spread, as if the gate of hell had opened.

The entire arena shook for a moment, sweeping across the area for several miles, and smashed Xie Anshou's fist force into pieces at once, even knocking him back tens of meters. A deep crack.

"Impossible, why do you have a treasure on your body?"

Xie Anshou's face was ferocious, and he was completely stunned. He thought he was bathed in dragon blood, and even went to an ancient ruins, got an adventure, got a treasure, and he would be invincible. Invincible.

But who would have imagined that this kid also has a treasure, and it exudes an evil hell atmosphere. It seems that the grade is still higher than his dragon glove, unmatched.

He couldn't accept such a result at all, it was just too ridiculous.

"This kid also has a treasure, this is a big joke." A core student was dumbfounded, Xie Anshou had a treasure, but why did this kid also have it.

"No wonder this kid has the confidence to win the championship. I didn't expect to have such a hole card."

"It's unreasonable. What's wrong with the current students, everyone is so rich that they even have treasures. It's unreasonable. We core students don't have such treasures."

"It's over, it's over, this kid also has a treasure, so it's okay, who can stop him from winning the championship?"

Many core students were gloomy. They were stunned by the series of changes. What happened in just ten minutes was simply too overwhelming for them to react.

"The Spear of Hell? This is the cursed treasure in the legend, the Spear of Hell. This kid actually got it?!" At the VIP table, a king was also taken aback. He saw the treasure possessed by Xia Ping. .

"Impossible. The Spear of Hell is cursed. Any warrior who holds it will go mad, go mad, become a murderer, and be killed in the end, without exception."

"But this kid doesn't look like he is being manipulated by the spear of hell. The spirit platform is clear, his mind is clear, and the breath on his body is integrated into the treasure. .”

"No way, this is something that even a king may not be able to do. How did this kid subdue the Spear of Hell?"

"If this kind of thing can be done, it will be like a tiger with wings added, and it will add a great general to our humanity."

"Young people nowadays are amazing."

Originally, many kings were aloof. They watched this kind of competition with an attitude of looking down.

But now that Xia Ping took out the Spear of Hell, he even completely surrendered this treasure and took it as his own. This really shocked many kings and found it incredible.

"Let you try what is real 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 breath of hell.

In an instant, he stabbed with a spear.

call out!

At this moment, Xia Ping seemed to have become the god of hell, the spear pierced the past, passing a ray of black cold light, extremely sharp and invincible.

This cold light appeared a trajectory in the void, like a shooting star, containing a majestic breath of hell, like the god of the underworld descending, harvesting souls.

It can be said that this spear not only shakes the power, but even arouses the breath of the spear of hell, and even shakes the soul. This is not the power that a king-level peerless martial skill can bear, nor is it a blow from the world, but a blow from hell .

"Damn, what is this?"

Xie Anshou was inexplicably horrified. He felt Xia Ping's spear stabbing towards him with an irresistible power.

He stretched out his hand to block it, even running the Flood Dragon Gauntlet.

But the speed of this spear is too fast, breaking through ten times the sound barrier. It seems that at this speed, even the light is distorted, forming a vacuum.