Boom!

Like a pile, Jiang Cheng slammed Hu Xiangshan's head to the ground, and the rumbling sound made several clan patriarchs who were still sitting on the chairs jump up immediately.

The onlookers even subconsciously touched their heads, and a question flashed in their minds at the same time - what would it be like if their brains were bombarded like this?

Hu Zhenjiang, the patriarch of the Huli clan, who was waiting for his son to show his majesty to the mountain with a fierce face just now, also immediately bounced up from his chair and looked at the competition platform with a frightened face.

At that moment, he felt a chill in his head!

When he saw that Hu Xiangshan's head was densely covered with a thick layer of spiritual power, Hu Zhenjiang breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the martial arts platform without turning his eyes.

But the next moment, the green tendons in Hu Zhenjiang's head jumped wildly.

After Jiang Cheng smashed the bluestone competition platform with Hu Xiangshan's head with a piling stroke, Hu Xiangshan let Jiang Cheng lift his feet upside down like that without resistance, lift him high, and then slam it into the ground.

Bang bang!

Hu Xiangshan, who was upside down in Jiang Cheng's hand, was like a high-speed pile driver, banging his head on the ground with a bang.

The thick spiritual power that was originally protected at the door of the head dissipated in a few strokes, the blood on the forehead began to surge, and a head pit began to appear on the viewing platform in the sound of bombardment.

Below the Guanwu platform, especially Hu Zhenjiang and his party, they were directly stunned!

You know, Hu Xiangshan is a six-fold martial artist in the Chengen Realm, how could he be beaten like this?

However, they didn't know how terrifying the situation Hu Xiangshan was facing now.

You try smashing your head against the wall?

Don't say it's a few dozen smashes, even if you smash it, you'll get dizzy, right?

What's more, it's Jiang Cheng's vigorous bombardment!

This is the case with Hu Xiangshan now, Jiang Cheng hit him a few times, and he was dizzy, and there was only a piece of blood left in front of him.

What's even worse is that Jiang Cheng grabbed his feet tightly on his hands, and the strong spiritual power continued to pour into his body, controlling his body to death, so that he couldn't make an effective resistance at all, who had nowhere to borrow.

When everyone was still worried about the victory, Hu Xiangshan was already worried about his life.

"I, I, I admit defeat"

"Ahh

At the moment when Hu Xiangshan used all his strength to spit out these words intermittently, meaning that he would admit defeat and save his life, Jiang Cheng, who heard Hu Xiangshan's extremely low voice, was like a mad beast, looking up to the sky and letting out an earth-shattering roar.

Jiang Cheng's roar was so loud that he saw that something was wrong at the same moment, and the voice of Hu Zhenjiang, the patriarch of the Huli clan, who had just opened his mouth to shout the words 'we admit defeat', was completely muffled.

I don't know if Jiang Cheng was intentional or unintentional, but what is even more coincidental is that even Hu Xiangshan's faint admitting of defeat was covered up!

In the midst of the roar, Jiang Cheng's arms soared, lifting the tiger high up the mountain, and Mount Tai fell down the hard bluestone ground, as fast as lightning!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Jiang Cheng, who was not too burly, was like a giant and smashed Hu Xiangshan's head into the human head pit that was smashed out of the ground.

It was purely an astonishing sight that came from extreme shock.

Bang!

This blow penetrated, it seemed that even the ground was shaken, and the faces of many soul warriors were a little moved, and a faint buzzing sound of vibration shook everyone's ears a little numb.

When Jiang Cheng's roar didn't stop, Hu Zhenjiang was already like a rabbit with his tail stepped on, and he rushed to the side of Xiao Linggong Feng Qing and said: "We admit defeat, Xiao Linggong, we admit defeat!"

As for the thing of grabbing people on stage and interfering with the competition, Hu Zhenjiang didn't dare to do it at all. This kind of thing, the patriarchs of all ethnic groups have not done it before, but the result after doing it is even worse!

Otherwise, what is Xiaolinggong Feng Qing doing here.

"In the first game, No. 1 Jiang Cheng wins, stop!"

Since Hu Zhenjiang, the patriarch of the Huli clan, took the initiative to admit defeat in front of so many people, Xiao Linggong Feng Qing, as a referee who was not a referee, roared loudly.

The martial arts competition between Bai Hun's eight ministries, except for a few rules formulated by himself, was not so formal.

Hearing the shouts of Xiaolinggong Feng Qing, Jiang Cheng didn't respond without any mud and water, there was no movement in his hand, and after the consistency of Mount Tai's top press, Jiang Chengcheng had no movement.

In response, Jiang Cheng also lightly doubted, "I'll win so soon, huh?"

This sentence almost didn't make the nose of the Huli clan angry.

Kicking the head and throwing the head of the man who was planted on the ground and smashed out of the head pit, Jiang Cheng showed a surprised expression, "Hey, cowardice, the competition is over, don't pretend to be dead?"

The main reason is that Jiang Cheng smashed too hard just now, and every time he smashed down, there was a splash of rubble, smashing the human head pit too deeply, almost burying Hu Xiangshan's chin, and the guide zhì everyone couldn't see Hu Xiangshan's situation at this time.

After kicking a few times in a row, there was no response, Jiang Cheng looked puzzled, and at the same time, he lifted Hu Xiangshan out of the human head pit with a light mention.

Hiss!

The sound of the inverted cold air suddenly resounded throughout the audience, and the moment he saw Hu Xiangshan, Hu Zhenjiang's old face turned white, his body shook, and he immediately took a few steps backwards.

Hu Xiangshan's head has long lost its head shape, and only half of the huge head is left at this time, and his eyes don't know where to go, when Jiang Cheng mentioned it, Hu Xiangshan's only half of his head was still dripping with blood and brains.

In the pit of the human head below, the red and white ones have accumulated a small bottom of the pit.

"Broken?" Jiang Cheng said with a twitch of the corners of his mouth.

In the next moment, Hu Zhenjiang, whose old face had become snow-white, suddenly hissed sadly, "Little bastard, you are so vicious, the old man must kill you to avenge my son!"

But before his figure could rush out, Xiao Linggong Feng Qing's right hand was gently placed on Hu Zhenjiang's shoulder.

This tower is like a thousand pounds.

The green tendons on Hu Zhenjiang's forehead have burst out, and he just can't get out.

"Tiger, it's not the first time you've participated in the martial arts competition, don't be ashamed!" Xiao Linggong Feng Qing snorted lightly and pushed Hu Zhenjiang over.

At the same time, Ge Xiong, the patriarch of the Geshan Clan, also rushed to the front of the competition platform, staring at Hu Zhenjiang with fierce eyes, if others dared to interfere, he would definitely not be idle.

"If I kill you, it's called poisonous?

Clapping his hands gently, Jiang Cheng threw Hu Xiangshan's corpse aside, and said coldly: "My Geshan tribe is either dead or crippled in the hands of your Huli clan every year, if not a hundred, but also fifty, right?"

This one is just the beginning!"

With a sneer, Jiang Cheng strode off the competition platform, full of anger.

Looking at this scene, Feng Zhanyuan, who was watching the battle from afar, narrowed his eyes: "Yes, stronger than I imagined, but still not my opponent!"

"Old guy, if you are not convinced, let's go on stage and practice!" Ge Xiong, who was also not imposing at all, provoked Hu Zhenjiang, who had just lost his son.

"Next game, No. 3 vs. No. 4, hurry up!"

When Hu Zhenjiang was about to attack, the voice of Xiao Linggong Feng Qing rang out.

Hu Zhenjiang was helpless, and stared at Jiang Cheng fiercely with eyes that were so red that he could eat people, and he could only turn around with hatred. Besides, in previous years' martial arts competitions, their Huli clan was not a soul warrior who had not killed other tribes.

It's just that this time it's more painful, and it's his son who has high hopes for who died.

"Good boy, relieving, so relieving!"

When Jiang Cheng turned around, Yang Ze gave Jiang Cheng a punch, and his face was happy, and the hunters in the entire Geshan Department also looked like they were raising their eyebrows.

Over the years, the Huli clan has not been less black at their Geshan subordinates, and this time, it can be regarded as a vicious breath.

On the other hand, the people of the Huli tribe are all yīn cloud covers.

The death of Hu Xiangshan, the strongest young soul martial artist, coupled with the fact that Hu Tu was broken by Jiang Cheng yesterday, directly abolished his hands, and instantly destroyed the hope of the Huli clan in the next few years.

It also cast a thick shadow on the future of the Huli clan's martial arts competition. Not to mention that they were originally here for the second and third place food rewards.

The only remaining Soul Martial Artist Hu Rui, who is a fivefold soul martial artist in the Chengen Realm, doesn't have this ability at all!

Patriarch Ge Xiong pulled Jiang Cheng aside and muttered, "Come on, how did you get the spirit snake flash? I haven't started after three years of hard training, how long have you been in the spirit snake six flashes?" Besides, your battle spirit is not a snake?"

Jiang Cheng smiled and pointed to the soul warriors of the other races who were paying attention to him in the distance, and Ge Xiong wisely closed his mouth.

"Little fox!" Feng Qing, the little Linggong who was listening intently to Jiang Cheng and Ge Xiong's conversation, couldn't help but curse secretly.

To be honest, he was also curious.

The name of the high-grade Battle Soul Technique Spirit Snake Flash of the Yellow Rank of the Geshan Division, he had also heard of it.

In the next battle, whether it was Feng Zhanyuan or Jin Tai of the King Kong Division, they all followed the promotion of lì. However, there were two other soul warriors who attracted Jiang Cheng's attention.

One is the Xiang Eagle of the Flying Feather Department, whose body is extremely good, and his body is flashing, like a flying eagle passing by, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

The other is Bai Teng of Bai Hun Division.

In the Bai Hun Division, Bai Teng's reputation was not as obvious as Feng Zhanyuan's, but he had just fought with a five-fold soul martial artist of the Chengen Realm in the Half Moon Division, and with just one palm, he slapped the five-fold soul martial artist of the Chengen Realm into the air, giving people a sense of unfathomable profundity.

It is worth mentioning that in the first round of the knockout round of this martial arts competition, the most advanced ones were all the soul warriors of the white hun department.

However, it is also a normal thing.

Because this time, the number of age-qualified soul warriors in each department is the largest in the Bai Hun Division, and the number has reached nine, and this has to remove the Bai Xiao who missed the battle due to injury, otherwise, there are only ten martial artists in the Bai Hun Department who participated in the battle.

Except for the Bai Hun Tribe, most of the soul warriors of the other tribes who participated in the war were two or three people.

Three soul warriors of the Huli clan participated in the battle, three from the King Kong Division, three from the Half Moon Division, two from the Flying Feather Division, and two from the Geshan Division.

However, in fact, in the past three or four years, the number of new soul warriors in the Geshan Clan has definitely exceeded five, but now there are only two people who can stand here, and no one in the other tribes has more than three people.

It can be seen from this that the Bai Hun tribe suppressed the tribes under its command very strongly.

"Seventeen vs. eighteen!"

In the shouts of Feng Qing, the little spirit prince, the second soul martial artist of the Geshan Clan, that is, Du Jīng, stepped on the martial arts platform!

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