"Bang!"

With a punch, Qinglin smashed the head of a Mortal Spirit God Emperor and smashed the fragments, scattering red and white things all over the ground, red was blood, and white was brains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boom!"

Qing Lin slapped his palm on the front door of a Second Seal Mortal Spirit God Emperor. In an instant, one of this person's faces collapsed, and a huge palm print appeared on his skull, clear from front to back.

"Poof!"

Qing Lin pointed out, and the point landed on the center of the eyebrows of a three-seal mortal spirit god emperor, which immediately made this person's eyebrows crack, and blood flowed for a long time. Inside, the sea of consciousness is broken and the soul dissipates.

Qinglin, like the legendary fallen immortal king, is extremely ruthless and ruthless, and treats anyone with one blow, leaving no room for the other party.

These people, taking advantage of his serious injuries and lack of strength, came to challenge him, with ill intentions.

These people, as long as they are given a chance, they will definitely kill Qinglin without hesitation.

Qinglin will not be merciful to these people.

He is in full form, and the people who come to challenge him are opponents and will be respected by Qinglin.

But those who take advantage of people's danger, Qinglin will never show mercy.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed, and Qinglin's winning streak increased by nearly five thousand.

At this time, on the other three martial arts arenas, the first person who won 10,000 consecutive games was finally born.

This person is none other than Mo Yan.

He is a free and easy person, and after winning more than 10,000 games in a row, he drifted off the field and chose to give up voluntarily.

Mo Yan is the young master of the blessed land, and his every move will naturally attract countless onlookers. But today, his light has long been hidden by Qinglin.

People found that the injuries on Qinglin's body were getting worse and worse. His strength is no longer able to support the consumption of repeated battles.

In the end, Qinglin even had to sit in the middle of the martial arts arena to meet people's challenges.

"Young man, you are very strong, but the Tianzun Cave Heaven and the Four Great Blessed Lands are also full of talents. It's really hard for you to push all the way to the end of this round. ”

"Fifty-five thousand consecutive victories, you have created a myth, there is no one before, and I am afraid that there will be no one in the future. Stopping in moderation is not a kind of practice. ”

On the opposite side of Qinglin, Hell God Emperor Meng Fei's hair was all white, and he had a feeling of being a master.

He is the referee on this martial arts arena, and he is the one who has watched Qinglin come this far since Dabi.

Qinglin has used his strength to prove his strength and won Meng Feizhen's attention.

In the past, no one on the big competition field, a figure of Meng Feizhen's level would not pay attention, but Qinglin moved him again and again.

Meng Feizhen also found that Qinglin had great plans to push all enemies sideways.

"Thank you seniors for your kindness, Zhan just wants to test his potential and see how many games he can last. ”

"Thanks to all the Taoist friends present, Zhan Mou has won so many consecutive victories. Zhan Mou should have stopped in moderation, but Zhan Mou is like this, and he still wants to hold on to a few games. ”

Qinglin smiled, and when he smiled, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, spilling on the white clothes on his chest, and blood flowers appeared, looking very sad.

"Don't you think about the second round? All the power is wasted here, how will you deal with the second round?"

"Listen to the old man's words, stop it. The second and third rounds are the real showdowns, and what you're doing now will only make you passive in the next big competition. ”

Meng Feizhen frowned, deeply worried about Qinglin.

This old man deserves the title of "senior master", regardless of his strength or realm.

Qinglin was silent for a while, he had his own plans, and he was not worried about the next duel.

"Surnamed Zhan, it's time for you to make room for the others! 55,000 consecutive wins, you can stop it. ”

Suddenly, a loud shout came, and a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty-five years old was missing, deified and lightning, and shot towards Qinglin.

This person came extremely violently, as if he was carrying a piece of the world, which caused great pressure on Qinglin.

This is an eight-seal mortal spirit god emperor, with transcendent strength, confidence in victory, and invincible momentum.

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, it is you who come to challenge Zhan Mou one after another, how can Zhan Mou not fight?"

Qinglin glanced at the person who came, then at Meng Feizhen, and stood up from the ground of the martial arts arena tremblingly.

He half-squinted at the person, his left hand reached out, and suddenly a huge black palm appeared out of thin air.

Destroy the heavens, recreate the martial arts field.

The big hand that bloomed with black light was millions of zhang long, like a canopy of heaven, enveloping people.

In the face of this blow, the Eight Seals Fan Spirit God Emperor changed color when he landed.

The Qinglin in front of him, that is, Zhan Tian, where does he look a little seriously injured and his strength is not good, he is clearly in his heyday!

Watching the game from the sidelines, I can't see this, but when I face him head-on, I can clearly realize all this.

No matter how strong anyone is, when they are seriously injured and their strength is not good, it is definitely not the momentum in front of them.

The Eight Seals Fan Ling God Emperor didn't think much about it, he turned around and left, retreating faster than he came.

Qing Lin had already killed a Nine Seals Mortal Spirit God Emperor and proved his strength with his battle record.

The result of the Eight Seals Fan Spirit God Emperor against Shang Qinglin was only a complete defeat.

He continued to run, wishing to have wings and flee from this place.

This picture was seen in the eyes of people, and everyone was immediately moved.

An eight-seal mortal spirit god emperor, but looking at Qinglin to flee without a fight, what is he doing?

People invariably approached the martial arts arena and wanted to ask this person face to face what he was thinking.

"Get out of here!"

The souls of the Eight Seals and the Spirit God Emperor all rushed to scold the onlookers.

He was very fast, and after only one breath, he rushed to the edge of the martial arts arena, and he only needed to be given another breath to live.

But at this moment, the huge black palm fell heavily on his body.

A piece of bloody clothes fell from the martial arts arena, and an eight-seal mortal spirit god emperor was first frightened away by Qinglin, and then killed by Qinglin, and finally not even a single strand of hair was left, and was wiped out by Qinglin.

Looking at Qinglin again, he sat back on the ground, and at the same time, several mouthfuls of blood vomited out one after another, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

"This ...... Fighting for the ...... What the hell is going on......"

Someone gasped for it, surprised to realize a problem.

"Zhan Tian, this person, has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, but he does not hesitate to burn the origin to destroy the enemy. By doing this, he is clearly expressing his attitude, pushing all the enemies sideways, all the way to the second round of Dabi!!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar......