Return of the War God

Zheng Xingzhi flew out with boundless despair and disbelief, and fell heavily on the battlefield, dragging a distance of hundreds of meters, and the blood even stained the trajectory he dragged.

Although he didn't pass out directly, Zheng Xingzhi could only lie on his back on the battlefield like a pool of mud. At this moment, the heat and ambition in Zheng Xingzhi's eyes disappeared without a trace.

All that remains is the boundless gloom and despair of all thoughts, as if all the good thoughts and fiery hearts that had poured out of the heart before had completely turned cold.

powerful! fear!

Indescribably powerful, boundless fear!

Zheng Xingzhi didn't even dare to think about the punch that Yin Tao had just hit. As long as he thought about it a little, he felt that his head would shatter in the next moment.

Every bone in the body seems to have been crushed by 10,000 mountain peaks at this moment, shattered into pieces, the tendons and veins were broken, and countless small wounds appeared, each of which contained half white and miserable bones. The child pierced the flesh and skin and came out, blood flowing.

It can be said that Zheng Xingzhi's injury condition is extremely miserable now, and even if he wants to move, he needs help from others.

But compared to the physical injury, it is estimated that the mental blow he suffered was more serious.

He had an adventure, his strength soared, he was full of confidence, he suddenly emerged, and he won glory. When he wanted to continue this glory, or even want to become more brilliant, he encountered a head-on attack, and he was not qualified to resist at all. .

The previous moment was still dazzling, but this moment ended sadly. What could be more damaging to the will of the soul than this momentary change?

At this time, the arena seems to have fallen into a dead silence, completely silent!

Everyone's eyes seemed to freeze, looking at Yin Tao, who was standing proudly on the battlefield, and Zheng Xingzhi, who was seriously injured like a mess of mud. Involuntarily revealed a suspicious look.

It wasn't until about ten breaths later that the silent arena broke the calm again, and the discussion exploded!

"One punch! One punch exploded... Zheng Xingzhi? This... is this true? Didn't I have hallucinations?"

A disciple of the All-Heaven Holy Dao swallowed his dry throat, and his eyes were still full of disbelief and shock.

"I also think it's an illusion, but I pinched myself three times just now, and I can feel the pain. It's clearly saying, this is a try, Zheng Xingzhi really can't stand even a single move in front of Yin Tao..."

This is an infinitely discouraged disciple of the Holy Dao of All Heavens. Before the start of this battle, he was one of the most vocal people in the opinion that Zheng Xingzhi would definitely defeat Yin Tao, but now the fact in front of him has made him taste the setback. .

"Hey...I understand, from the challenge match to the ranking match, to the final challenge to the top ten, we can't predict any of the so-called results, everything has variables, and there are unexpected and an elusive sense of elusiveness."

"Yeah! I'm still confused by the appearance. Zheng Xingzhi suddenly emerged and defeated Fan Haoliang. We saw his strength and let us subconsciously think that he would continue to make great progress, but we didn't expect... alas."

"But what impresses me the most is Yin Tao's strength! He is also in the late Origin Soul Realm, and Zheng Xingzhi's cultivation is no worse than his. Why is there such a big gap between their strengths?"

"And Yin Tao is only in the last place in the top ten! How scary are those characters who are ranked higher than him? Who else will succeed in this so-called challenge to the top ten? Who can succeed?"

...

In the arena, countless disciples of the saints of the heavens have already experienced the horror of Yin Tao through the battle just now. There is an indescribably huge gap that divides the two sides into two, completely separated, just like the difference between clouds and mud.

At this moment, Yin Tao on the battle platform turned around and looked at the ninth row of the Scarlet Throne, hehe smiled, and White Fang said shaking.

"One hour of rest time, hehe, it's really too much, but I hope there will be a guy who is not so useless among you, otherwise, this challenge will be too boring..."

Yin Tao's eyes swept across, and the remaining nine people in the ninth row felt as if they had been scraped by a sharp steel knife. Most of them immediately became tense and their eyes were full of fear.

After laughing, Yin Tao sat on the ground and sat cross-legged like a hill. It seemed that he did not intend to return to the Scarlet Throne, but chose to stay on the battlefield and wait for an hour to pass.

What's incredible is that even if Yin Tao is sitting on the battle platform and looks like he is shorter than countless people, no one will feel this way. Instead, he feels that Yin Tao is sitting on top of everyone's heads and needs them to look up. to see clearly.

As Yin Tao sat cross-legged, the entire arena regained its calm once again, but behind this calm there seemed to be an astonishing storm.

In the ninth row of the Scarlet Throne, Fang He, who was the twelfth independent throne, had an inexplicable smile on his face. Looking at Yin Tao on the battlefield, he didn't know what he was thinking, but after an hour, it was his turn. To his twelfth place to challenge Yin Tao.

Ye Wuque, who was on the thirteenth, closed his eyes slightly at the moment, it seemed that he was shocked by the battle just now, and he was trying to recover his mentality at the moment, but no one knew that Ye Wuque closed his eyes at this moment, and repeated his thoughts in his head. A picture is being played back!

That was just the punch that Yin Tao blasted Zheng Xingzhi!

"What a weird punch! The surging punch can actually split the void. Although Yin Tao is powerful, he seems to have a unique skill in body training, but I can feel that the punch he just punched clearly exists. A trick..."

Ye Wuque carefully pondered every picture in his memory just now. The punch that Yin Tao threw shocked his heart, and he had a faint realization. Intuition told him that Yin Tao's punch was definitely not that simple.

"If I can comprehend the skills of his punch just now and transform him into my three killing punches, then the power of the three killing punches will definitely be improved!"

The more he remembered, the more he realized, the more Ye Wuque felt that something was wrong, but he still couldn't understand it completely, it was as if there was the last layer of window screen in front of him, and it could be broken with a single poke, but he still lacked. The last bit of strength.

In this state, time flies so fast for Ye Wuque, and an hour has passed in a blink of an eye.

On the eleventh independent throne, Fang He stood up slowly, a smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, as if he had no shadow or anxiety about the upcoming challenge to Yin Tao.

On the battle platform, Yin Tao, who was sitting cross-legged, also stood up, and the wild and reckless aura suddenly spread.

call out!

Fang He's figure appeared on the battlefield, facing Yin Tao far away.

At this moment, Ye Wuque's slightly closed eyes have also been opened, his eyes are burning, staring at the battle platform, he has a feeling, maybe the next battle between Fang He and Yin Tao can help his understanding.

"Well, you seem to be stronger than that trash, hehe..."

Yin Tao looked at Fang He, hehe smiled, and White Fang shook as if he was staring at a plaything.