I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

"I hang up in the fantasy world (!

Opposite the ring,

Listening to Lan Wu's high talk, Wang Heng sneered and spoke slowly.

"You dare not make a move while in the monitoring building."

"And you missed the opportunity when you entered the battlefield of the ruins."

"And in that mountain range, you didn't seize the opportunity either."

"You have failed for three full opportunities. Every time, you let him pass by yourself. Now, do you think you still have a chance?"

As Wang Heng spoke slowly, Lan Wu's fists suddenly clenched, his face pale.

And above the kendo pillars.

Watching the battle, Zhang Yi also woke up suddenly. He didn't notice until now. With the addition of his shot, it turned out that Lan Wu had already lost three opportunities.

This Lan Wu...

Luck seems to be a little back.

Shocked by these words, Lan Wu's eyes were gloomy, and the gaze staring at Wang Heng was so bitter that he couldn't wait to bite his flesh and blood.

The true essence of his body was also shaking violently at this time, showing his unrest in his heart, but in the end, Lan Wu took a deep breath and restrained the anger in his heart, but his eyes became extremely indifferent.

"Good boy, want to provoke me with words, and then you find the flaw?" Lan Wu said coldly.

"You may be good now, but it's still the early stage of the situation, and I, already the peak of the middle stage! How do you bridge the gap?"

When Lan Wu's last word fell, Crimson Zhenyuan burst out, rendering half of the ring into a fiery color.

"Yanyang Fist!"

Accompanied by Lan Wu's violent shout, the fiery red color that filled half of the ring suddenly shrank, and after a breath, it all attached to Lan Wu's fist.

I saw Lan Wu's fist bursting with fiery light at this time, and there was a faint, extremely hot breath emanating from it, as if even the air could be burned out.

"Yanyang Fist, the scorching sun is in the sky!"

Lan Wu let out a long roar, then punched forward!

In the void, a fireball with radiant rays of light flew out from Lan Wu's fist, like a small sun, and the path through which it pierced through showed signs of distortion even in the air.

Under the arena, many warriors watched this offensive. Even if they weren't going to fight Lan Wu, they could still feel the fierce and domineering offensive. A scorching breath came to his face.

Lan Wu punched out, like a big day rushing to Wang Heng, with terrifying power.

"Yanyang Fist, one of the third-order martial arts of the Taizhen Sect, was born out of the fourth-order Chiyang Divine Fist. I didn't expect Lan Wu to be able to practice to such a degree."

The sharp-eyed person recognized this martial skill.

At this time, he shook his head, and said, "Lan Wu started to use his utmost knowledge, and Wang Heng was afraid it would be dangerous."

On the opposite side of the ring, Wang Heng watched that round of sun, took a deep breath, and then stomped!

A **** breath erupted from his body, and his eyes also turned into a **** red color, looking quite crazy.

Afterwards, Wang Heng held the sword in both hands and murmured in his heart.

"Sword Skill: Silence!"

On Wang Heng's sword, there was a sudden emergence of gray aura entwining it, and this gray aura was filled with the aura of nirvana. This sword, like a life-killing sword from the boundless hell, is death and destruction.

"cut!"

Wang Heng watched that round of sun rushing in, sternly shouted, and then cut straight down with both hands.

A dark ray of light rushed out of the sword, like a shadow flying across the sky, colliding with the big sun.

The two shocking offensives collided with each other, but there was no big explosion, but a stalemate with each other.

The dazzling ball of light carried boundless heat, and wanted to attack Wang Heng, but was blocked by a dark sword aura.

......

Zhang Yi watched this scene calmly.

Zhang Yi didn't know what kind of opportunity the other party had, so that he could push his body to the ground within this month.

It took him three years to finally break through to the ground, but Wang Heng in front of him only took one month.

The results are not exaggerated.

But Zhang Yi could guess the price he paid, or one of the prices.

Wang Heng's life span was only more than 300 years old at this time, while the life span of the realm martial artist was 400 years old, which was nearly 50 years short.

"Did you forcibly break through by chance?" Zhang Yi murmured in his heart.

At this time, relying on the cultivation base of the early stage of the realm and the physical body of the realm, Wang Heng can indeed leapfrog the warriors in the middle of the realm.

However, Lan Wu is not a normal mid-level realm, but a Tianjiao martial artist at the peak of the mid-level realm. Although his combat power is not as good as that of the late-stage realm, he is hard to meet in the middle of the realm.

This alone is not enough.

...

Lan Wu stared at Wang Heng indifferently, and then a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Puff!"

As Lan Wu's words fell, a raging flame suddenly erupted from the body of the big sun. The flames burned directly to swallow the dark sword energy, and then the raging flames roared down and pointed directly at Wang Heng.

"How do you resist this trick!" Lan Wu shouted loudly.

Looking at the overwhelming flames, Lan Wu raised his head, but there was not the slightest fluctuation on that firm face, as if he had already expected something.

"My dying sword aura is nothing, it can be eliminated." Zhou Yuan's tone was calm.

"Silence, disappear."

He slowly stretched out his palm and aimed it at the roaring fire.

Lan Wu's pupils shrank suddenly at this moment.

Because he saw that as he approached Wang Heng's body, the boundless flame suddenly weakened.

The closer Wang Heng's body was, the weaker his flames became. It felt as if the flames had been deprived of life, and the raging flames all over his body dimmed directly at an astonishing speed.

When Wang Heng was still ten meters away, the flame disappeared completely.

The mood of dying!

This sword move brought the raging flames to a dead end.

"puff!"

Although he achieved such a result and blocked Lan Wu's mortal blow, Wang Heng's body trembled fiercely at this time, and his face suddenly became pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Obviously, this move was very burdensome.

......

How does the battle scene of these two people look more handsome than me? Looking at this scene, Zhang Yi thought of it subconsciously.

First he used martial arts, and then other changes were derived, and what about him? It seems that only one hand of Lei Guangzhan can be used.

Um.......

Zhang Yi can only comfort himself, although not handsome, but useful, this is a trick to eat fresh all over the sky...

But I have to say that this nirvana mood is indeed tyrannical, if it can reach 20%, and with that outstanding martial skill, it may indeed be able to compete with Lanwu five or five, but now it is only 10%.

Therefore, Wang Heng could only use more advanced martial arts to contend, but the backlash to the body was too great. Therefore, although Wang Heng blocked the blow, he was still injured by the backlash.

Without giving Wang Heng a chance to breathe, Lan Wu's figure flashed and burst out suddenly, turning into a stream of red light, carrying incomparable violent power, and blasting towards Wang Heng like lightning.

Wang Heng suppressed the discomfort in his body and waved his long sword to resist.

clang!

The two collided, a loud noise erupted, and then both their bodies trembled.

Lan Wu's eyes were fierce and he couldn't retreat, and the lightning-like seal of his other hand, suddenly carrying the crimson true essence, rushed forward and snapped at Wang Heng.

The high temperature was pervasive, and Wang Heng looked at Lan Wu who was slapped with the punch, and a madness suddenly appeared in his eyes at this time.

At this time, facing Lan Wu's fierce offensive, Wang Heng did not evade, but kicked it heavily.

He didn't choose the slightest defense, but chose the most fierce one to exchange injuries!

"boom!"

On the arena, the two powerful offensives were both slapped on each other, a violent primordial impact suddenly exploded.

On Wang Heng's chest, the red light burst, turning into a raging flame and swallowing him.

And Lan Wu didn't feel good either. There was a deep footprint in his abdomen, the intensity of which was unimaginable.

Peng!

As if the two figures were hit hard, they all shot backwards, sliding long traces on the ring.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Lan Wu climbed up from the ground and laughed a lot, only to see that there was a red light lingering on his body, which actually formed a set of scarlet armor.

"This is…"

"Defensive Tier 3 treasure!"

Seeing the scarlet armor on Lan Wu's body, some alarms erupted from outside the ring.

No one thought that Lan Wu's cultivation had steadily gained the upper hand, but he was still so cautious!

On the other hand, Wang Heng, despite his physical situation, hardly hit the mid-term peak of the realm, and his injury was not light.

"If it weren't for the spirit armor body, how could I dare to replace the injury for the injury?"

"I said, this time, you must be killed!"

Lan Wu grinned grimly, then his figure jumped out and attacked again.

But this time, as Lan Wu let go of his hands and feet, the situation suddenly tilted.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two figures kept colliding on the arena, Lan Wu's offensive was like a tide, one after another, while Wang Heng kept retreating.

Lan Wu's offensive fell on his body from time to time, causing damage to him, but his offense was weakened by the spirit armor, and was finally resisted by the cultivation base in the middle of the realm.

At this time, Wang Heng's body was already full of blood pouring out, like a blood man, he was completely severely injured!

"Hahahaha, Wang Heng, what can you do now? What else can you do to reverse the situation?!" Lan Wu sneered loudly, with a red color in his eyes.

"boom!"

With another heavy fist, the red true essence burst open, and Wang Heng flew upside down, rubbing the ground for dozens of meters.

Every part of Wang Heng's body was exuding severe pain. He had reached the limit, and the physical body of the ground couldn't hold it anymore.

But he was still expressionless, just speaking calmly.

"What are you proud of?"

The calm words came out in the ring, and Lan Wu was taken aback.

Wang Heng's blood-stained body staggered to his feet and asked again, "What are you proud of?"

"The last chance, you have also lost."

Wang Heng's bloodshot eyes stared at Lan Wu closely, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, Lan Wu had a sigh in his heart, with a premonition that it was not good, and then hurriedly attacked Wang Heng.

"Secret Art"

"Blood Sacrifice Sword!"

Wang Heng thought silently in his heart, and immediately, the blood on Wang Heng's whole body poured into the long sword in his hand, and even the wound was absorbed from his body.

In Wang Heng's hand, the sword suddenly turned bright red, like a blood sword made of blood.

"go."

Wang Heng lightly waved forward, and the **** sword aura shot out suddenly.

There was no slight fluctuation on it, nor a sound of cutting through the air, but the moment it appeared, Lan Wu's heart jumped wildly. For the first time, he felt the shadow of death covering his heart.

As soon as this move was performed, Wang Heng's whole body was completely emptied. His face was pale, his eyes were dim, and he was struggling to stay standing.

Wang Heng's current performance seemed to be able to defeat him at this time even with a gust of wind. If it were to describe it in one word, it might be particularly appropriate to run out of oil and light.

This secret technique is his assassin, and the cost of using this secret technique is very heavy!

"Do not!"

Lan Wu roared, the corners of his eyes were about to split, the true essence in his body was running wildly, and the meridians in his body began to be damaged.

He puts his arms together in a defensive posture, and the crimson true essence condenses in the front, forming a copper wall and iron wall!

But that sword was too harsh.

Instantly penetrated all of Lan Wu's defenses, passing through his back!

Lan Wu looked down at his chest in disbelief. There was already a blood hole that was transparent from the front and back, and he could even feel the wind blowing on his chest.

Lan Wu whispered, "Why, I actually lost..."

After saying this, Lan Wu's figure fell forward and lost his life.

Lan Wu is dead.

Obviously he still had the absolute upper hand in the first second, but in the next second, his form was reversed and his life was lost.

The arrival of failure was so sudden that people did not expect it.

Everyone under the ring~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is silent at this moment.

Lan Wu,

The strongest of the young generation of Tai Cang Nation, one of the top talents of the thirteen kingdoms, was beheaded by Wang Heng in front of everyone at this time.

Before entering the ruins battlefield, no one could have imagined such a script.

The young Tianjiao finally defeated the veteran warrior standing on the peak and came to the end.

This five-year agreement came to an end.

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