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From the launch of the Eight Extremes Yin Killing Array to Xiao Qiang's counterattack, it was actually only in a second. [Full text reading].

However, this short second is enough to decide the life and death of a strong man

Zhan Peng was trapped by the octagonal formation, the dark energy was flowing wildly, and he had to face the swirling attack of the eight Heavenly Demon War Shadows, and his heart was already a little flustered.

But it wasn't enough to cause him substantial damage, even if his strength was only fifty percent, he was still a five-vein powerhouse.

However, when he saw Xiao Qiang's sword stabbing coming, his eyes froze, his heart trembled, and a trace of fear finally spread.

The damage that Xuan Mo had inflicted on him was so deep that when he saw the black long sword, he instinctively thought of the divine power contained in the long sword

As soon as the thought flashed, Zhan Peng's anger rushed to the crown, his chest suddenly stood up, and the dark energy in his body erupted, making his body seem to skyrocket a little.

The tyrannical momentum was lined up in all directions, and the octagonal shape of the Eight Extremes Yin Killing Array was forcibly stretched out by a few points, expanding outward, and the eight war shadows were also twisted and shaking under the impact of Zhan Peng's momentum, drifting towards the periphery.

When Xiao Qiang's sword had already pierced Zhanpeng's energy defense, Zhanpeng raised a roar, and the black air mass around his body exploded

rumble

With an earth-shattering roar, the octagonal eight-pole Yin Killing Array shattered, and the eight war shadows were also swallowed up by the wave of qi that rolled outward, disappearing without a trace.

Xiao Qiang's arm was first broken, then his sternum collapsed, and his entire body arched backwards into a bow-shape, and then flew upside down under the impact of the air wave, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood in the air.

The tumbling air currents and yellow sand, Zhanpeng's clothes were torn, his face was covered with blood and flesh, and he staggered forward a few steps, and his left foot was blown off

The blood on Zhanpeng's forehead flowed down like a small snake, his cold eyes looked at Xiao Qiang who fell to the ground, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook a sinister smile, his whole body was shrouded in black smoke again, dragging the bleeding broken leg, and approaching Xiao Qiang step by step

"Xiao Qiang, you can force the old man to this part, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are a genius, but the more this is the case, the more damn you are" Zhan Peng was furious and roared at Xiao Qiang.

In order to get rid of the siege of the war shadow and that weird formation, in order to avoid Xiao Qiang's terrifying sword, Zhanpeng had to use self-harm, and did not hesitate to urge energy to forcibly break the formation.

Although he exploded the Eight Extremes Yin Killing Array and also severely injured Xiao Qiang, he himself was also impacted and counterattacked by energy, and one of his feet was blown off

Thinking that he was a strong man with five veins, the protector of the guardian family, he was beaten so embarrassed by a kid and lost a foot, how could he be embarrassed

That foot can't be broken in vain, and now he wants to get the interest back.

Xiao Qiang stood up, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, wiped a handful of bloody faces, couldn't help laughing, looked at Zhan Peng with a little disdain, and said coldly, "Kill me, with you"

Xiao Qiang knew very well that Zhanpeng was now a frightened bird, and of course what he was afraid of was not himself, but the long sword Xuanmo, which was the divine power of Xuanmo.

As long as Xuanmo was still in his hand, Zhanpeng didn't dare to go all out, after all, he had already lost a foot, and he couldn't get the courage to die with him.

It's just a pity that his dark energy has been exhausted, and he can't summon the Eight War Shadows at all, otherwise, he can also abolish the old man's other foot.

Xiao Qiang's laughter echoed in the Colosseum, and his body suddenly emitted a green light, only to hear a click, his collapsed chest instantly stood up, and under the tattered Heavenly Demon Battle Suit, the rolled wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye

Zhan Peng looked at this scene in astonishment, his eyes were red, he roared angrily, and rushed towards Xiao Qiang with a snort.

It's a pity that he is missing a foot, and the coordination of his entire body has not yet recovered, even if the speed is fast, where can he get Xiao Qiang's wind shadow

A funny scene appeared to the audience, a limping old man in rags, frantically chasing Xiao Qiang, who was almost a bloody man, shouting and scolding while chasing.

While Xiao Qiang was moving, his body was always glowing with green light, and his speed was getting faster and faster

"Run, Xiao Qiang, run" The 45,000 spectators suddenly began to shout loudly, as if turning a duel into a running race.

The audience was not stupid, they guessed that Xiao Qiang was taking advantage of the opportunity to heal his injuries and recover his strength, as long as Xiao Qiang could recover, it would be possible to turn defeat into victory.

Of course, the premise is that he can't let the old man with the broken foot chase him, so everyone shouts more vigorously.

The wisdom of the masses is infinite, and they soon realized that it was not enough to just cheer for Xiao Qiang, and they had to find a way to break the old man's morale.

So, someone shouted angrily, "Down with the one-legged monster, down with the one-legged monster."

"Xiao Qiang Run"

"Down with the One-Legged Monster"

The audience resounded with a tidal wave of neat shouts, as if thunder, echoing through the space of the Colosseum.

On the battlefield, Zhan Peng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, he felt like he had been stripped naked and running naked in front of everyone, what was the dignity of a strong man, what Si, what was the glory of the guardian family, all disappeared at this moment.

In the eyes of forty-five thousand, he was a one-legged monster

Zhan Peng's eyes were shattered, turning all his anger into hatred, and his speed accelerated again, like a black tornado, chasing after Xiao Qiang.

Whizzing

Countless ice picks flew out of his hand, flying towards Xiao Qiang's back like lightning.

However, the seemingly fierce attack could not slow down Xiao Qiang's speed at all, and the ice pick hit was only a few afterimages.

"Master, use innate spiritual power to knock him down" When Xiao Qiang was running wildly on the battlefield, the voice of the dream spirit suddenly sounded in his mind.

Under normal circumstances, Mengling would not dare to disturb his master, but he was worried that after his master died, he would fall into a deep sleep again, so he was scared and sent a thought to Xiao Qiang.

"I can't control innate spiritual power," Xiao Qiang's heart moved, and then said helplessly.

The innate spiritual power and the acquired spiritual power are one level higher, although they do not have the power of divine power, but if they can really succeed in counterattacking, it is estimated that it will be enough for Zhanpeng to drink a pot.

"You don't have to deliberately control it, let the Jade Spirit Master lead him to your fingertips, and then force him out," Dream Spirit explained anxiously.

Xiao Qiang suddenly brightened, couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, and instantly released an idea, following the jade spirit into the dream space of the crystal necklace.

Sure enough, under the "seduction" of the jade spirit, an innate spiritual power chased the jade spirit like a flying shuttle, drilled out of the dream space, and quickly drilled towards Xiao Qiang's left arm.

Xiao Qiang suddenly made a sudden stop, turned around, and the mystery of the shadow word trick activated, and in an instant, four afterimages swayed, fan-shaped and scattered forward, facing the chasing Zhanpeng.

The moment he locked on Zhanpeng, his arm shook, and with a pop, a bloody flower flew out of his fingers, and the light shuttle formed by innate spiritual power struck Zhanpeng's chest like lightning