As the strong man fell to the ground in an instant, unable to move, Z13 was in the ring, and the audience suddenly fell silent.

After a while, the strong man was carried down by the medical staff.

As soon as the referee pressed the fog screen, the blood stains that had been sprinkled on the ring gradually disappeared until they were gone.

......

For a long time, everyone under the ring still didn't come to their senses.

"What's going on?"

"Do you see clearly?"

In the crowd, a man asked by poking the shoulder of the person next to him.

"No, the strong man fell. ”

The people around him looked incredulous.

At this time, everyone still couldn't believe it.

A teenager who is only in the third stage of martial arts, and who doesn't even have the threshold of the fourth stage of martial arts, doesn't know what back door to take, and can actually come to the ring of the fourth stage of the competition field.

Forget it, everyone thought he was just an embroidered pillow in ruin, and his family background was good.

Unexpectedly, it was just a face-to-face effort, and he won a victory.

After many people reacted, they couldn't help but put away their previous disdainful and sarcastic gazes.

"Is anyone else coming up, hurry up. ”

Fang Yang couldn't help but ask.

Under the ring, there was a crowd of people, but no one came up.

I still hurry up, and I don't know where I want to go.

The crowd below was full of embarrassment, with black lines.

In the crowd, a thin and tall young man looked at Fang Yang in the ring with great interest, and said happily: "Little brother, I'll meet you." ”

As he spoke, the young man strode away, stepped into the ring, and placed the Force card in the groove of the fog screen, and the fog screen immediately read out his identity information.

"Liu Shijing, 23 years old, high-level ...... of the fourth stage of martial arts"

Fang Yang smiled faintly at Liu Shijing, and the two sides clasped their fists and saluted.

Liu Shijing looked at Fang Yang's empty hands and asked, "Little brother, you didn't bring a knife soldier?"

Fang Yang raised his hands, expanded his chest back, couldn't help but stretch his muscles, and said indifferently: "I myself am a weapon." ”

Liu Shijing became more and more curious about Fang Yang's self-confidence and calmness, and said, "Then I'm welcome." ”

Then he pressed the Force watch, projected a fog screen, programmed, and took out a three-foot sword from the space inside.

What a hassle.

Fang Yang saw that Liu Shijing was so troublesome in getting a weapon, so he said secretly.

The replacement space in this Force watch, activation has to be carried out one step after another, compared to the storage spirit treasure of the primeval universe, you can take it out by directly unlocking the ban, which is indeed a lot slower.

"Zheng ......"

A three-foot green blade crossed the air, and in the blade of the sword, a little starlight shone, with a cold aura.

"Starfall Alloy?"

Everyone in the ring was amazed.

"Starlight, Hanmang, is indeed a starfall alloy. ”

In the crowd, there was an expert who knew how to use swords.

Although the weapon technology of interstellar humans has developed to an unimaginable extent, genetic warriors still advocate cold weapons.

Cold weapons are divided into different levels of divine weapons according to the material they are made, and from everyone's reactions, Fang Yang can see that this three-foot long sword is by no means ordinary.

The cold weapon of interstellar human beings, if it is lightweight, chic, and can also be carried in the replacement space of the Force watch, which is really convenient.

It doesn't have to be like a technological weapon, which requires chip programming, charging, and setting up aiming elements.

Moreover, when a genetic martial artist has cultivated to the fifth-stage realm, the human body has already departed from the ordinary life form, and it is difficult for ordinary guns and artillery equipment to cause fatal damage.

Not to mention the realm of the Eighth Rank Heavenly Monarch, this trench-like martial arts watershed, the soul is immortal, and the body is not bad!

Even if it is blasted into powder by the super-nuclear fission interstellar heavy artillery, it can slowly recover its physical body, and it is not bad to see God!

Therefore, the technological weapons of interstellar humans are mainly used for large-scale killing, and except for mechanics, warriors are rarely used.

For ordinary interstellar humans, technological weapons are strictly forbidden to be controlled.

Therefore, the main standard weapon of a genetic cultivator is still a cold weapon.

The crowd was talking.

Liu Shijing's genetic potential exploded immediately, and his body rushed up suddenly, like a sharp arrow off the string.

"Whew!"

A sword slashed across with a sharp sound that tore through the air.

Fang Yang stood still, a glimmer of light flashed in his deep and bright eyes.

In the flash of light, he calmly stretched out two fingers and gently pinched them.

"Zheng ......"

The three-foot long sword screamed, trembling, and was instantly clamped by Fang Yang's two fingers, unable to move.

A look of disbelief flashed in Liu Shijing's eyes, and his sword was so sharp that it was instantly disintegrated by Fang Yang.

"Open!"

Liu Shijing roared, and the genetic potential of his whole body exploded in his hands, wanting to shake off the restraints of Fang Yang's two fingers.

However, the Starfall Long Sword didn't move, and it felt like it was being sandwiched between two mountains that were as heavy as a mountain, and it didn't move.

"Zheng ......"

Fang Yang's ring finger flicked lightly on the sword body, and Liu Shijing continued to stumble backwards.

Fang Yang stood in place, holding his hands still, watching quietly.

Liu Shijing hurriedly inserted his sword to stabilize it, and looked at Fang Yang, who was as immobile as a mountain, and his face became solemn.

It's impossible, he's just a martial artist of the third stage of martial arts, how can he be so strong!

Liu Shijing was quite shocked in his heart.

I don't believe it!

Liu Shijing was angry in his heart.

Suddenly, he drew his sword and rushed forward again, striking like lightning.

Stabbed several swords one after another, with a lot of moves, hooking, picking, splitting, stabbing, slashing...... Flowing water, all in one go.

"When"

"When"

"When"

......

Between the cold light, Fang Yang kept flicking his fingers and flicking them away one by one.

With a snort, Liu Shijing took off into the air and slashed a sword, Fang raised his head and deflected, which could be dodged.

This is not over, the strong wind is howling, and Liu Shijing swept out with a volley, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Fang Yang came first, punched, and shot out accurately at the root of Liu Shijing's thigh.

"Bang!"

Liu Shijing's kick hadn't been able to sweep Fang Yang, and he was hit hard by Fang Yang and fell to the ground.

From beginning to end, Fang Yang didn't take a single step, and only used one hand to suppress him.

Looking at Liu Shijing, who collapsed to the ground, sweating beads of sweat all over his body, everyone under the ring gasped.

"Is his hand made of iron? ”

"The scariest thing is that his feet have never moved, he has been standing there. ”

......

Looking coldly at the fingers and pointers of everyone in the ring, Liu Shi's chest was so angry that his chest was about to burst.

"Come again!"

He stood up in severe pain and yelled at Fang Yang.

Immediately, he took out a capsule from his body and swallowed it, and in vain, his breath soared and the Force surged.

The Force, which is the symbol of the fifth stage of martial arts.

"Genetic Force Capsule!"

The crowd below couldn't help but shout.

The fourth and fifth stages of the martial arts have a qualitative leap, and the fifth stage of the martial arts, the human body begins to break away from the ordinary life form, and the power of genetic potential can be released into substance.

Compared with the fourth stage of martial arts, when he simply relied on the explosion of genetic potential, the strength of his physical body and combat power were completely improved by a notch.

Speaking of which, Fang Yang completely took advantage of the four stage competition venues, he had innate natural essence and spiritual power.

There is an absolute advantage in the duel against these warriors, those who can't cast the Force.

Liu Shijing's whole body was boiling, and he kicked the ground suddenly, and suddenly, his body had already killed Fang Yang.

"Crack!"

Liu Shijing shouted, and used all his strength to split a sword, and in an instant, he withdrew his hand, and it was another sword......

"Ben Lei!"

Suddenly, a cold light shone brightly, and the momentum of thunder and lightning rushed in!

"Broken!"

Fang Yang's eyes were empty, and he pointed out with one finger, and the wisps of spiritual power intertwined with his fingertips, condensing into a brilliant sword in the sky.

The Star Wars Bureau management referee at the back of the ring saw the boiling air flow in Fang Yang's hand, and his eyes flashed with shock.

"Boom ......"

A burst of spring thunder was deafening, like a sting!

Hearing the hearts of everyone in the audience, the thunder sounded dozens of times more than before.

"Dang!"

Liu Shijing's long sword made of the star meteorite broke off in response, and before the remaining momentum was gone, it came straight to himself.

"Poof......"

The blood in Liu Shijing's mouth spurted like an arrow, flew out sideways, and fell heavily outside the ring.

"Whew...... Wow, boom!"

The two long swords fell to the ground with a heavy crashing sound.

Looking at the star-meteorite long sword and the sharp fracture, everyone was terrified.

"This ...... This longsword made of starfall alloy is ...... So broken?"

One was so shocked that he couldn't make a speech speech.

"How could he use the Force!"

The people below were even more incredible.

Looking at the ring, from the beginning to the end of the competition, Fang Yang did not move a single step, and the sky was full of spirit.

Everyone in the ring put away all their playful eyes, and their expressions began to become very complicated and quite fearful.

"He can cast the Force, how can he fight this. ”

The people in the underground couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

As Liu Shijing was carried away by the medical staff of the Star Wars Bureau, there was silence under the ring, and no one dared to chew the root of his tongue anymore.

For a long time, looking at the people below who were not moving, Fang Yang said lazily: "Is there anyone else, hurry up." ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the people below, and everyone in the arena was nervous, and they lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly.

After a long while, no one dared to come up.

Fang Yang had no choice but to look at the referee at the back of the ring, and asked lightly, "Can you let a few more people come up?"

After hearing this, the management referee was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were sharp, staring at the people in the ring who hung their heads, and shouted: "You ten and ten together!"

"Ten is enough, I want twenty!"