Chapter 625: Pressure box bottom means

On the stage.

"Xia Ping!"

Xie An defensively stared at Xia Ping: "The means that forced me to push out the bottom of the box, you are also amazing, people like you, are not qualified to let me use."

"But your actions have completely irritated me. This time I will definitely let you taste the unforgettable pain and use your blood to wash my shame."

His eyes showed endless anger, and he thought that Xie Anshou was the master of the nine divisions of the martial arts, and he was bathed in the enchanting dragon blood. The strength did not know how much stronger than others.

To deal with a seven-year-old schoolmate of a martial artist in a district, it should be hand-to-hand.

But now it is forced to make the treasures at the bottom of the pressure box, which is a shame for him, and there is no smell of face.

The more he is, the more he hates Xia Ping, and he must completely defeat Xia Ping, so that he can save his face.

boom

I saw Xie Anshou running the real yuan in the body, instilled into this glove, suddenly the above inscription flashed, exudes a terrible dragon scent, there seems to be an earth-shattering roar in the void, shaking the audience around the blood is boiling, this It is the pressure from the soul, even if the energy cover is not isolated.

King-class martial arts bound dragon hand!

At this moment, Xie An's entire body flickering, seems to be wrapped up in a group of real yuan, extremely violent, his air behind the distortion, actually turned into a huge dragon, soaring above the sky.

Hey! ! !

In the twinkling of an eye, there are countless punches in the air, and each punch is consolidating into the essence. It seems to be a blow to the dragon. It has the terrible power of moving mountains and reclamation, and it contains the power of destruction.

Any warrior who faces this blow will feel that he is like a boat in the storm. It seems that he will be overturned in the sea anytime and anywhere, and the ship will be destroyed.

"too strong."

The surrounding audience couldn't help but jump up. The whole body's cells seemed to be shaking. I couldn't believe this was the power of a martial artist.

After using this treasured dragon glove, it seems that the power of Xie Anshou has been increased several times, and the power of this dragon hand is not the same as before.

It seems that at this moment, he has been promoted to a master. Every move has a natural masterpiece, and a single mountain can be destroyed by a single blow.

"Boar? Don't think that you have it! Today I will let you see what is the invincible power of the world, I kill you, such as killing a chicken." With a bang, Xia Ping immediately gave a spear. That is the spear of hell.

When the spear of this **** appeared, with his body as the center, immediately formed a terrible gas field, ghosts crying, there seem to be countless demons roaring, **** atmosphere spread, as if the door of **** is open.

The entire ring was shaken a bit, and the place in the square circle was suddenly shattered by the punching force of Xie Anshou. Even the whole person was knocked back dozens of meters, his feet sliding along the ground, pears out. A deep crack.

"Impossible, how can you have treasures in your body?"

Xie An’s face was stunned. He thought he was bathed in dragon blood. He even went to an ancient ruin to get an adventure and get a treasure. He could be invincible. He is a natural protagonist, a son of air, no war. Unbeaten.

Where can I get it, this kid also has a treasure, and exudes an evil hellish atmosphere. It seems that the grade is still above his dragon glove and cannot be matched.

It is ridiculous that he is unacceptable for such a result.

"There is also a treasure in this kid. This joke is big." A core student is stunned, and Xie Anshou has a treasure on his body, but it is also for this kid.

"No wonder this kid has the confidence to win the championship. I didn't expect to have such a card."

"There is no reason, what is happening to the schoolmates now, one by one has money to this point, even the treasures are there, and it is not reasonable. Our core students have no such treasures."

"When it's over, there is a treasure in this kid. It's got it. Who can stop him from winning?"

Many of the core students were bleak, and they were shocked by a series of changes. What happened in just ten minutes was simply overwhelming and completely unresponsive.

"Hell's Spear? This is the legendary cursed treasure of Hell's Spear. This kid actually got it?!" On the VIP table, a king was also shocked. He saw the treasures that Xia Ping had. .

"Impossible, this **** spear is cursed. Any warrior gets his hand, he will be mad, go into flames, become a murderer, and finally be killed, without exception."

"But how this kid doesn't look like it is controlled by the Hell's Spear. The Lingtai is clear and clear, the mind is clear, the body breath is integrated into the treasure, and there is a hint of the Lord of Hell. The suppression of the universe seems to have completely surrendered the Hell's Spear. ""

"No, this is something that even the king may not be able to do. How did this kid surrender to the spear of hell?"

"If you can do this kind of thing, it will be even more powerful, adding a big deal to my humanity."

"The young people are now incredible."

Originally, many of the kings were high above, watching this kind of game in a top-down attitude, as a kind of adjustment in the practice of the weekdays, and did not pay attention to it.

But now Xia Pingyi took out the spear of hell, and even surrendered this treasure completely. According to his own, this is really shocking a lot of kings, and feels incredible.

"Let you try what is the real power, what is despair." Xia Ping clenched the spear of hell, the real yuan shock, the inscription above shocked, exuding the majestic hell.

In the twinkling of an eye, he smashed the past.

call out!

At this moment, Xia Ping seems to be the **** of hell, the spear stabbed in the past, passing a black cold light, sharp and invincible.

This cold light has a trajectory in the void, like a meteor, with a majestic infernal atmosphere, like the coming of the gods, harvesting the soul.

It can be said that this spear not only slams the momentum, but even stimulates the breath of the spear of hell. Even the soul is shaken. This is not the power that the king's martial arts can withstand, nor is it a blow from the human world, but a blow from hell. .

"Damn, what is this?"

Xie Anshou was shocked and inexplicable. He felt that Xia Ping had a spear and seemed to have an irresistible force. This sharp force was invincible, and the trajectory seemed to ignore the space and instantly arrived at his side.

He reached out and tried to resist, even running the dragon gloves.

But the speed of this spear is too fast and too fast, breaking through ten times the sound barrier. It seems that at this speed, even the light is distorted, forming a vacuum.