Text Chapter 388 A terrifying blow

As the old man's loud voice sounded, everyone's eyes once again focused on Wang Kun and Zhang Han on the life and death stage.

But when I saw Wang Kun on the stage of life and death, from the moment he came on the stage, his pupils all turned black, so black that his pupils were almost invisible;

At the same time, the whole body was filled with a faint evil aura.

Even the great elder Luohe Futu who was in the stands sniffed lightly.

"What an evil smell..." Luohe Futu murmured.

Luo Changfeng, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly, lowered his head and asked the Luohe Pagoda: "Uncle, is this Western magic..."

"Um!"

"Ever since Sakyamuni preached, Western evil arts have been retained... This Western forbidden art is a unique skill. Even I sometimes can't see through such evil skills." Luohe Futu said slightly. Tao said.

Luo Changfeng said: "Then the final winner of this Rakshasa Conference must be Wang Kun..."

Luohe Buddha gently stroked his snow-white beard with his hand and said softly: "That's not necessarily the case."

"I believe (he) should do wonders."

"Even ancient relics like (Vampire Crystal) can recognize him as their owner... I believe he will definitely create miracles here." Luohe Buddha said slightly.

The miraculous man mentioned by Luohe Buddha is of course that Li Tian.

At this moment, Li Tian was also looking at the stage without blinking. He also knew that Wang Kun in front of him was a truly terrifying opponent.

But there was a clear gap between the two people on the stage.

Everyone seems to know who wins and who loses in this battle without even looking.

As the old man's high voice said: "The second duel begins now."

I saw that all the eyes of everyone in the audience were focused on the ring.

On the stage of life and death, Wang Kun raised his black pupils and glanced at Zhang Han, the disciple of Blood Monk in front of him.

"You give up..." Just listen to a few words coming out of Wang Kun's mouth.

When these words were spoken, Zhang Han's face in front of him became even paler.

In the life and death stage, if you admit defeat, you can exit.

But in the Duanmu family, if a person gives up, it will be more humiliating than death.

So even if Zhang Hanming knew that his life might be in danger today, he would never accept this insult.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Others are afraid of your sorcery, but I am not." Zhang Han mustered up the courage to roar.

When Wang Kun heard what Zhang Han said, a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he smiled that weird smile, he suddenly raised his hands, palms upward, slowly.

At that moment, an invisible evil aura filled his whole body and enveloped him.

"Okay, then I will send you to death." Wang Kun said lightly.

That Zhang Han is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since he can be sent here, he naturally has strength that cannot be underestimated.

At this moment, Zhang Han could see that Wang Kun was using Western magic. He roared loudly, leaped into the air, and swept away thousands of troops with one move. His right leg struck Wang Kun's chest like thunder. Kick away.

This leg is extremely powerful and fast.

Even the people in the audience couldn't help but admire Zhang Han's kicking skills when they saw it.

Facing the domineering move, Wang Kun's eyes suddenly became darker, as if his entire eyeballs had turned black.

Suddenly, just when Zhang Han's leg was about to kick Wang Kun's body, Wang Kun's body suddenly moved.

He moves so fast... so fast that a person can't even see it with the naked eye.

That kind of speed is definitely beyond human limits.

Even Li Tian in the audience was stunned. How could one person's speed reach that level? It's almost like a shadow.

The blood monk in the stands was heartbroken...

His men could have won the last game, but ended up losing.

This time I ran into this damn guy again, and it seemed that I was defeated again... He sat there angrily with a pair of blood-red eyes open.

Zhang Han, who was on the stage of life and death, thought he had hit the opponent, but when he looked closely, Wang Kun in front of him had already disappeared.

At this moment, he was shocked and quickly turned his head to look, but saw Wang Kun standing motionless behind him, as if he was teasing him.

"Bastard." Zhang Han, who was on the stage of life and death, roared angrily and swept his legs to attack again.

But Zhang Han's speed couldn't get any closer to Wang Kun's body.

Zhang Han, who was attacking desperately, could not get close to Wang Kun.

His face became increasingly pale, and at the same time he couldn't help but exhale loudly.

And what about Wang Kun? He has been standing quietly, and he has not made a move since he came on stage.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Wang Kun once again raised his black pupils and looked at Zhang Han and asked.

"Fuck your mother's head! I will fight with you."

Zhang Han seemed to be going crazy and fatally lunged at Wang Kun again.

At this moment, Wang Kun did not dodge anymore.

His black pupils suddenly seemed to be burning with murderous flames, and his hands suddenly opened their fingers slightly as if to grasp something, and then slowly raised their palms upward.

Suddenly, a blood-red color appeared all over the body for no reason.

The blood-red color permeated his entire body, as if a huge air bag was surrounding him.

Everyone in the audience was stunned when they saw this scene.

"Evil magic..."

"Oh my god, that's magic."

…

Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

Even Li Tian frowned and looked at the life and death platform in front of him.

Zhang Han was desperately attacking Wang Kun at this moment, without even considering the consequences of the attack.

However, the blood monk above the stage knew that something was wrong.

boom--

A loud noise.

At the moment when Zhang Han's body was close to Wang Kun, Wang Kun's two hands with palms facing up suddenly appeared with two red flames. The flames were like the void flames from hell. Suddenly he flipped his palms, and the void flames in his palms accurately hit Zhang Han's body.

There were no screams or cheers.

Some are just scenes where people stare in disbelief.

Zhang Han, who was hit by the "Void Flame" in Wang Kun's palms, flew out miserably and fell to the stage of life and death with a plop.

His body was motionless.

Dead or alive? No one knows.

one strike!

There's only one trick! That Wang Kun actually defeated Zhang Han in front of him.

Such terrifying strength is really scary... The contestants in the audience all had extremely ugly faces. Only the disciples under the second elder over there looked at them with a sinister smile on their faces.