In fact, the current situation, even if Jing Chong was sober, he never expected that malaria, which had not occurred once in three years, would be suppressed by the other party at a critical moment in this battle.

And out, this time it came extremely violently, it seemed to be about to completely pull out Jing Chong's potential at one time, and it was extremely fast.

The vigorous body jumps like a blue wolf, like a hungry wolf foraging for food, and the unique blood of the wolf clan hidden in the body is completely stimulated, but all the characteristics related to the wolf are all displayed here.

The furious Jing Chong's body jumped up, and without the slightest fancy, he pressed the opposite Gongye Changxun to the ground, held the opponent's arms tightly with one hand, opened his mouth and bit the other party's ears.

"Kill you! Kill you!"

There was still such a sound in the gurgling throat, accompanied by a miserable scream, he really tore Gongye Changxun's left ear hard, and the crimson blood spilled everywhere, Gongye Changxun felt that his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness in the first moment.

But even so, Jing Chong no longer showed the slightest sign of stopping, a pair of hands repeatedly tore and clung tightly, seeing that one palm was about to be torn apart, and the tragic situation was about to be staged.

But at this critical moment, there was a sudden roar from the distant throne, and all the chaos was immediately shocked.

"Wild boy, stop!"

The sound of a cold enough to freeze a cow to death, which also revealed endless majesty, at the same time, but saw a hurricane looming in the void, in the stunned gaze of everyone, but saw that high on the throne, white clothes fluttered and leaped over, tall posture, majestic temperament, a pair of feet fell on the ring without making a sound, so that everyone did not even see how he was on the stage.

As soon as the tall figure stood still, without the slightest hesitation, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out, and a terrifying cold light aura was suddenly released from the palms, driven by a powerful force, he slapped towards the back of Jing Chong's head without hesitation.

Such unscrupulous and unscrupulous means are unacceptable, but at such a juncture, no one dares to speak out to obstruct it, after all, the prestige of the "wolf slaughtering military division" of the second village master is well known, and of course they know the miserable end after offending Gongye Qingfeng.

Seeing that the vicious palm print was gradually approaching, Jing Chong, who was completely in a frenzy, suddenly turned around, and what no one could have imagined was that Jing Chong's adaptability at this time was not inferior to Gongye Qingfeng, and almost subconsciously pulled out the blood gas steel knife on his back, and swiped in the void for a while, and suddenly drove the fierce blood qi to slash towards the opponent's palm.

With such a swift attack and such an irreversible momentum, even Gongye Qingfeng, who thought he was clever, had to gasp.

His eyes shrank slightly, but a trace of surprise flashed invisibly, but such a surprise disappeared in a flash, and was soon replaced by the rich murderous aura.

"Hinako can't be kept!"

With a sharp sound in his mouth, Gongye Qingfeng's palm turned over and suddenly dodged Jing Chong's crazy chop, with a series of flows of the body, Gongye Qingfeng detoured Jing Chong's back in an instant, and suddenly it was a kick, which happened to kick Jing Chong's back, driven by a strong force, Jing Chong's body leaned forward, and he grabbed more than ten steps before he fell to the ground with a pop.

But now Jing Chong, who is completely tormented by malaria, has simply lost consciousness, and all the pain is nothing to him at all, just standing up like a conditioned reflex, the knife in his hand dances frequently, and then all the potential in his body is displayed.

The dancing steel knife drove the thick blood, and first performed a set of exquisite knife moves of the Seven Xuan Swords of a hundred battles, but this kind of heat and power did not seem to have a slight impact on Gongye Qingfeng at all, but under the fierce attack of the other party again and again, it continued to retreat, although it could still barely parry, but it was already in danger.

Losing the powerful support of the Seven Profound Knives of a Hundred Battles, Jing Chong could only rely on his subconscious to swing the steel knife, and in the face of Gongye Changxun's attack with one palm as tight as a palm and one palm as fast as a palm, Jing Chong soon had no strength to resist.

However, in the face of pressure, Leng Buding seems to have touched something, and this touch is a kind of accident and a kind of potential.

At this moment of crisis, seeing the knife in his hand suddenly turn upward, the changing sword moves were no different from before, the only difference was that he could bloom a strange blood-red afterimage on top of that ordinary sword move.

The same move "single knife straight in" suddenly attacked, as if it contained endless mysteries, a knife turned into a thousand knives, knives are like a knife, people are unpredictable, very surprised.

At this moment of lightning and flint, accompanied by the dense swarming of afterimages, even the powerful Gongye Qingfeng was bewildered by it for a while.

"Poof!"

Leng Buding's light sound was shocking, and what no one could have imagined was that the blood qi steel knife in Jing Chong's hand really caused a trace of damage to Gongye Qingfeng under such a fierce attack.

And with the continuous chopping out of its steel knife, there was also a wisp of battle qi in the void, this kind of battle qi was overwhelming, unusually domineering, even if it was as powerful as the Gongye breeze, the defense on the body was also brutally defeated, although it only gently picked the opponent's sleeve, but this was enough to make everyone stunned.

For a while, all kinds of discussions were endless, and all kinds of shocks were self-evident, and the stunned eyes were completely incredible, and they stared at the black-clothed young man in the ring, and they didn't know what words to use to describe it.

"The power of battle qi!" In particular, an old man hidden in the crowd blurted out with a shrunken gaze and ecstasy.

However, Jing Chong's slash like this also completely angered Gongye Qingfeng in an instant.

"Look for death!"

Gongye Qingfeng, who was in a rage, also seemed to see a trace of change in Jing Chong's body, and his angry eyes flickered, and he seemed to feel a sense of familiarity from this breath, which made him realize in an instant.

However, at this time, he didn't have time to think too much, only to see that his body was shocked and covered by the rich murderous aura.

At the same time, seeing that his breath was rising, his body overflowed with unimaginable pressure.

The murderous aura released from all over his body was like condensing countless long sword blades, which were released from his body in an instant, immediately blocking all Jing Chong's retreats, and in just one breath, Jing Chong's situation changed from a big victory just now to a big defeat, and the surging momentum turned straight down, out of control.

After all, the current Jing Chong is still stimulated by his potential, and in front of the other party's real strength, such potential is really not worth mentioning.

Therefore, without a few faces, all the advantages he showed were gone, and the malaise gradually became prominent, his pale face was as white as paper, the sweat on his forehead dripped down, and his body shook a few times before he wanted to fall into the ring.

It's just that with the support of strong willpower, he still stood in place, but now he has no power to fight back, and he has completely been reduced to a knife and let others slaughter.

"You have the power of battle qi, no matter who you are, you can't even think of escaping from the ascension today!"

Leng Buding saw Gongye Qingfeng's face change, especially at the moment when he mentioned the words "wolf warrior qi", he couldn't help but reveal a trace of resentment.

At the same time, the hideous face seemed a little distorted, and his words seemed to suddenly reveal a dusty memory, and the wave of his palm became more merciless.

With the wind of Gang, without the slightest hesitation, the white-clothed figure passed through Jing Chong's body in a slight flash, and the palm that was waved out was smashed along the fragile skull on the opposite side.

"Smack!"

With a dull crashing sound coming from the void, everyone's pupils also dilated infinitely in an instant.