Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” With a loud roar, he drank from Wang Cong’s mouth. On the 10th ring, Wang Cong’s soul suffered Soul strikes again and again.

Under Shi Feng’s constant Nether Nether shocking mark, Wang Cong has been firmly suppressed, and the figure that originally flew into the air, is now forced to return to the ring.

Shi Feng stood proudly in the void, looking down at Wang Cong below, and said coldly: “Ben Shao has played enough with you, now Ben Shao will send you to see your relatives Younger brother!”

After Shi Feng finished speaking, he then injected the full-moon sickleblade with the power of Nether, and the moved towards the bottom was suddenly thrown down.

With the mysterious and powerful full-moon sickleblade, it spins again, flies diagonally down, and flies to the king Cong below.

Wang Cong’s soul turned from the pain. At this moment, Wang Cong suddenly saw the full-moon sickleblade moved towards his own spin, clenching his fists quickly, shouted in a low voice: “Rising Dragon Boxing!”

As Wang Cong’s low drink sounded, on Wang Cong’s fist, a dragon head illusory shadow appeared immediately, but just as Wang Cong wanted to be full -When the moon sickleblade suddenly blasted away, Wang Cong’s movements suddenly stopped, and his mouth once again roared the roar that he had kept roaring.

Just when Wang Cong was about to launch an attack on the full-moon sickleblade, Shi Feng once again launched a soul attack on him, the Nine Nether shocking soul mark!

And while Wang Cong’s soul was injured at this moment, his movements stopped, and the full-moon sickleblade, which was spinning rapidly, suddenly flew across Wang Cong’s neck and brought a touch of bright red. Blood spattered.

The full-moon sickleblade flew over and cut Wang Cong’s throat. A hideous knife mark appeared on Wang Cong’s neck. After a while, Wang Cong’s neck was like a bursting water pipe, bright red The blood, continuously splattered from the hideous knife mark.

Consciousness quickly woke up from Wang Cong’s mind. At this moment, Wang Cong stared his eyes wide, lowered his head, and looked at his body that was constantly splashing with blood. The orange shirt has been dyed red with bright red.

“Ah… I lost… My Wang Cong… unexpectedly… I lost the battle…” Wang Cong said blankly, his face full of unwillingness and disbelief, but reality , That’s it, he can’t help but believe it.

Since the day he entered Martial Dao, Wang has defeated one opponent after another and stepped on one martial artist after another. Until now, Wang Cong himself can’t remember clearly. In the end, how many powerful opponents were defeated, how many days he died in his own hands, and finally, with his strong power, he squeezed into the Ten Great Powerhouses of the Tianlan Empire.

However, such a Wang Cong is such a Heaven’s Chosen. Today, he was defeated, and he was also defeated by a 16-17 years old boy.

“no! I haven’t lost! I haven’t!” Wang Cong suddenly raised his head, staring fiercely at the black silhouette in the sky with wide-open eyes, and let out an angry and unwilling voice. roar.

Immediately on top of Wang Cong’s fist, the disappearing azure dragon head appeared again, and Wang Cong again angry roar: “Rising! Dragon… Fist…”

When Wang Cong said the word “fist”, his voice was obviously weak, and the imposing manner that had just been toughened, after another moment, it softened completely, the fleshy body seemed very weak at that moment, and his face was already As pale as paper, Wang Cong fell to the ground with a sound of “pa ta”.

“I…I have lost…” Wang Cong looked up at the sky and the white clouds in the sky. Today, Wang Cong felt that this day was particularly blue and the clouds were particularly white.

In retrospect, how long it has been since I have not looked at the sky so carefully.

A scene from the past, a paragraph of memories, like a movie, flashed through Wang Cong’s mind.

“I want to become stronger! I certainly will become stronger!” In rainstorm, a stubborn child continuously hit the stakes on the martial training stage, and his fists were bloody.

But his stubborn child seemed to be unaware, still in the fierce rainstorm, punching punch after punch, his face was full of determination and stubbornness.

At this moment, I don’t know what Wang Cong thought of. Two lines of clear tears came out from Wang Cong’s eyes, “Father… Dear…” When Wang Cong spit out these two with difficulty. At this time, his consciousness instantly disappeared from his mind like a tide.

A generation of peerless genius, Martial Saint Realm powerhouse, Ten Great Powerhouses Ranked 8th, Dragons Tiger Sect Young Master Wang Cong, fall!

After Wang Cong’s death, those two eyes were still open, as if Wang Cong was still looking up at the blue sky.

“Dead! Wang Cong is dead!” Among the crowd, I don’t know who called this first. After this voice was shouted, the originally silent crowd suddenly broke out after the silence, and the uproar broke out again.

“Wang Cong! That’s the Wang Cong of Ten Great Powerhouses Ranked 8th! That is the Young Master of Dragons Tiger Sect!”

“This boy, kill Bai Junshuang, kill After Wu Guang and Wei Wuji, even Wang Cong died in his hands! He, it is going to be against the sky!”

“He! He is just a 16 who looks 16 A -17 years old boy! He actually killed Wang Cong! Enchanting, enchanting!”

“This year of shame! He really killed Wang Cong. This… worthy of it. It is the illegal child of the Great Emperor Nine Nether!” Among the crowd, even Shi Jinshuai who was watching the battle was deeply sucked in a cold breath.

Gradually came into contact with Shi Feng, Shi Jinshuai also began to have confidence in Shi Feng gradually, but he did not expect that it was so, he killed Wang Cong, it was Martial Saint Realm The powerhouse!

This is the skipping grades to challenge of Chiguoguo!

Wang Cong’s death, the movement on the 10th arena immediately attracted countless people’s attention here, and there are several martial artists who are competing in the arena, because “Wang Cong is dead. “, these four words that were too shocking, they stopped the battle tacitly with their opponents, looked at the No. 10 ring, looked at the black silhouette that was still floating in the air, and looked at the red-stained red. Corpse.

That corpse is indeed Wang Cong! It is indeed the Young Master of Martial Saint Realm, Ten Great Powerhouses and Dragons Tiger Sect — Wang Cong!

“My little uncle, it turned out to be so against the sky!” In the distance, even Xue Wuhen looked over here, and had to express emotion, eight-star Martial Venerable Realm killed Martial Saint, even if the Ancestor Master of Netherworld was in this realm back then, it is only this.

“He! He actually killed Wang Cong!”

In the distance, there were two cold eyes, full of killing intents, looking towards the No. 10 ring. The black silhouette is Yang Zhong and Zi Xiao.

It’s already here, the 10th ring, the black silhouette above the ring, has become a focal point of ten thousands!

The name of Shi Feng, after today, I am afraid that if it resounds throughout the Great Empire!

But there are also many people who think that if Wang Cong is dead, then Dragons Tiger Sect, then Wang Cong’s Lao Zi Wang Zhuo, he must have gone mad at this moment!

This young man, he killed Wang Cong, can he continue to live in this world?

Wang Cong’s Laozi, that’s Wang Zhuo!