God-level Immortal World System

Chapter 462 Defeating Suning
"What! Magical power!" Suning couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing this.Divine powers can only be used by those in the magical realm. How could Fang Yan, a young monk in the life-threatening realm, be able to cast such a supreme divine skill as magical powers?

"I'm picking up the wrath of the volcano." Fang Yan ignored the shock of the other party, shouted, and urged the wrath of the self-created supernatural power to attack and kill Suning with a proficiency of [-].

"boom!"

There was only a loud bang, then Suning was punched by Fang Yan and flew away.

"The power of your fist is much stronger than before. How is this possible? With your current cultivation base, even the weakest supernatural powers can't be easily used by you. How did you do it?" Su Ning Suppressing the shock in his heart, he asked Fang Yan.

"I don't need you to worry about this." Fang Yan smiled lightly when he heard the words, and started to attack.

Using proficiency to activate the wrath of the self-created supernatural power volcano, the power is doubled.This is Fang Yan's trump card. He is not willing to use it easily until the critical moment. This will make the opponent defensive. But it is different now. When the battle reaches the climax, if he uses it, he will definitely destroy the opponent. sexual blow.

Fang Yan's supernatural power, the volcanic wrath, was already powerful and could hurt his internal organs. At this moment, the power of the volcanic wrath doubled, which made Suning, the little war king, somewhat unable to suppress his injuries.

"puff!"

Fang Yan mainly attacked with the wrath of the volcano, and Suning met him with the Hundred Fighting King Fist. He blocked with left and right, and was hit by Fang Yan's punch. There was only a muffled grunt, and the injuries in Suning's body completely exploded, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. out.

"The little battle king Suning was injured and vomited blood."

"This Fang Yan is really strong. The little battle king Suning is injured. You must know that his is the body of a hundred battle kings. His defense is as strong as a Lingbao. How did he hurt him?"

Suning vomited blood, and the people in the audience screamed in disbelief.

"In terms of physical training, you forced me to such a situation. You are indeed strong. You thought you would win just like that. Let me tell you, it is impossible at all. Now let me show you my Hundred Battles Knife ." Suning wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a look of anger appeared on his face.He patted the Qiankun storage bag on his waist, and a sword that shot toward Yun Xiao with murderous intent appeared in Fang Yan's sight.

"Slaughter the world."

Suning waved the giant saber in his hand, his killing intent soared into the sky, and the bright light of the knife slashed towards Fang Yan.

At this moment, Fang Yan found that Suning's figure was infinitely tall, standing there like a mountain. The blade rolled up, bringing a gust of wind, and the blade was shining brightly, cutting towards Fang Yan one after another.

"This sword glow is a bit different. There is such a strong power of energy and blood in it. It seems that a single sword can break mountains and rivers and slaughter thousands of living beings." Looking at the bright sword glow, Fang Yan frowned unconsciously. In this move, he felt a strong sense of danger.Fang Yan sank into his dantian, and then, using his proficiency to mobilize the fire dragon in the Wulongshenquan, he roared and rushed towards the radiant sword glow.

As the bright sword lights passed by, the ferocious and huge fire dragon that Fang Yan shot was dismembered by the sharp sword lights and dissipated invisible.

"This Suning is so powerful." The fire dragon roared with the proficiency of the Wulong Shenquan, and its power was doubled. Originally, Fang Yan thought that this move would definitely injure Suning, but he did not expect that under the opponent's sharp attack Next, his ferocious huge fire dragon was twisted to pieces.

"Slaughter the world!"

The saber in Su Ning's hand curled up, and then, one after another of bright saber light cut towards Fang Yan.

Little Zhan Wang Suning's strongest strength is not his Xiaocheng Bai Zhan Wang Physique, but his powerful cultivation base.After ten years of sharpening his sword, he did not participate in the last martial arts competition. For ten years, he wanted to shine in this martial arts competition.

Su Ning is a dual-cultivator of both law and body, and the strongest is his finger-making technique. Baizhan Crazy Sword is getting more and more fierce as he fights. With his powerful body training technique, he can calmly fight this Baizhan who can escape from melee combat and attack from a distance. Crazy Saber was deployed calmly.

Baizhan Kuangdao kills the enemy with a brave momentum, this momentum cannot be vented, once vented, it is like a deflated ball, without the invincible posture that sweeps the world.Fang Yan's fist was as powerful as the wind, rather than colliding fiercely.A series of sword lights rolled over and aged, and there were series of hideous scars on Fang Yan's body.The scarlet blood dripped down.

"This little battle king is so strong, I guess he is the strongest dark horse in this competition!" Looking at the little battle king Suning showing off his might on the stage, he originally thought that Fang Yan was going to win, but he didn't expect this to happen. The people in the audience made a shocking reversal, and the audience in the audience couldn't help but burst into exclamations.

"Mr. He, this little war king Suning is hiding so well! He has cultivated the body of the King of Hundred Wars, the cultivation of the third level of the Yin-Yang Realm, coupled with the crazy strength of the Hundred Wars Mad Sword, I am afraid that Jian Qingqing and Song Dao are Even facing him is a bit mysterious, can Fang Yan cope with this battle?" Seeing the shocking reversal of the battle situation, the Fourteenth Prince Song Ye asked the old man in brocade clothes.

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that this year's martial arts competition will be so brilliant. These Tianjiao are stronger than each other. It's hard to say about this battle, it's really hard to say, if Fang Yan doesn't have a hole card, then With the injuries on his body, he basically has no chance of making a comeback." The old man in brocade clothes couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

"Fang Yan is still young, what he lacks is time. If he is in the Yin-Yang realm, the final winner of this battle will only be Fang Yan." After being said by this old man, Fang Yan is not very optimistic about Fang Yan.Fortunately, Fang Yan is still young, he can still participate in at least two martial arts competitions, and he will definitely win the championship by then.

"The earth dragon roars."

Suning's offensives came one after another like a violent storm. Fang Yan knew that he had entered the opponent's rhythm, and this rhythm must be broken, otherwise he would have to use the ninth magic weapon, the vine demon soldier.Immediately there was a loud shout, and the earth dragon's roar of Wulong Shenquan was unleashed in an instant, rushing towards the bright sword glow.

The bright blade glow was destroyed, and the ferocious and huge earth-yellow dragon was also strangled to pieces. Fang Yan took this opportunity to destroy his hand, and a black vine shot out from the palm of his hand, and the vine tentacles hit Suning directly. .Fang Yan activated the ninth divine weapon, the Vine Demon Soldier, and turned it into a battle armor to cover Zao's body.

"Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi..."

The tentacles of the vines were cut off by the bright blade light, but the tentacles were quickly spawned and struck towards Suning, just like the big octopus with octopus stretching non-stop.The ogre ghost vine took over the fierce and domineering sword lights.And Fang Yan's figure is quickly approaching Suning.

"The Fury of the Volcano."

Fang Yan yelled loudly, and slapped Suning heavily with his palm, and Suning was sent flying.The rhythm of Bai Zhan Kuang Dao was interrupted, and the tentacles of the ogre ghost vine swept towards Suning. In an instant, Suning was tied up like a rice dumpling.

(End of this chapter)