Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

"Manual aura recovery, the start leads to the cultivator (

"Hahahahaha!"

"Ahahahaha!"

"Comfortable, comfortable. Ahahahaha!"

The next moment, Feng Yu Xiuna's laughter resounded like a night owl, resounding through the ring. Amidst the laughter, his figure disappeared.

At this moment, only a few reporters captured it, and Feng Yuxiu appeared in the center of the ring amidst this laughter.

There was an uproar in the audience, amidst the riots, thousands of reporters sweated in anxious manner, and quickly began to reposition their cameras to focus.

And when they hadn't started focusing, they only heard a bang from the ring.

Then I saw a figure flying out with a **** body and falling to the edge of the ring.

Feng Yuxiu!

At this time, Feng Yuxiu's left hand was missing, and blood was constantly gushing from the fracture, the cross section was uneven, as if a dog had gnawed. And the left half of the shoulder ‘collapsed’ even more exaggeratedly. He was covered with blood.

And in the middle of the ring. Yue Xianji stood blankly, with a palm under his feet. The palm was still clenched with a fist.

A stick!

Shengsheng knocked out Feng Yuxiu's hand!

"what!"

All the reporters in the audience took a step back subconsciously and looked at the person on the ring in horror. This, what kind of power is this? A stick can actually break a person's hand from the wrist directly like a knife?

"Hahahaha. Comfortable!"

Feng Yuxiu grinned wildly, stood up and disappeared again, and rushed towards Yue Xianji again.

He didn't feel the pain!

All the pain is no better than loneliness.

Every opponent will meet Liangcai.

At this time, Feng Yuxiu felt that he had entered the most high tide of his life. He rushed over.

Yue Xianji didn't leave any hands, and suddenly poked a stick at Feng Yuxiu's chest.

'call out--'

The long stick breaks the wind, it seems that even this space has been pierced.

He thought, once Feng Yuxiu escaped, the next step would be to sweep the army. This poke was just a feint.

However, Yue Xianji still underestimated Feng Yuxiu's madness.

Seeing this stick poked. Feng Yuxiu didn't even flash, and he ran into it directly, and at the same time raised his right hand, the three fingers of his right hand were like eagle claws. With a blast of ‘簌’, Yue Xianji’s head was scratched with one claw.

"not good!"

Yue Xianji's pupils shrank.

He didn't expect Feng Yu Xiuhui's madness, but it was too late to stop. That stick, with a bang, fell into Feng Yuxiu's chest, and he staggered and continued to move forward.

moment. A stick penetrated Feng Yuxiu, from his chest to his back.

Just among the sparkling flints, an eagle claw slapped over.

With a ‘pouch’, blood splashed more than ten meters away in the middle of the ring.

Yue Xianji staggered, staggering a few steps aside. That claw slapped his jaw fiercely.

There is no hindrance.

At this time, Yue Xianji's jaw was directly slapped down. A mouth, only the upper half is left. The second half is a **** hollow!

Standing in the middle of the ring, Feng Yuxiu still had an iron rod stuck in his chest, and he had a ‘lower jaw’ hanging on his right hand, still dripping blood.

"Haha."

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Yuxiu smiled grimly.

Yue Xianji was dizzy for a while. He didn't care about the severe pain. He forcibly stood firm. He could only make a sound of "ho **** ho ho". Without a syllable, blood spurted out of his throat.

hiss--

All the reporters took a breath of air in the audience. Scalp tingling!

Watching the undisguised **** scene on the court. Everyone felt the goose bumps all over their bodies stand up.

"kill……"

Feng Yuxiu opened his mouth savagely and made a hoarse voice. He didn't take the iron rod in his chest, because he knew that as soon as he pulled it out, he would die.

With that iron rod inserted, he turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards Yue Xianji again.

'amount! ! ’

Yue Xianji also broke out a weird roar that couldn't understand any syllables. Also rushed to Feng Yuxiu.

There was no pain in Yue Xianji's eyes, no pain. Some, it was a kind of weird excitement and enthusiasm, that was the enthusiasm of lifelong pursuit of martial arts, and finally saw a glimmer of hope.

When Feng Yuxiu slapped his chin off his chin, at that moment, Yue Xianji suddenly realized some progress in martial arts in the line of life and death, and he felt something.

With a ‘bang--’, the two collided again.

Feng Yuxiu's fist smashed into Yue Xianji's right chest, punched him directly through with a fist, penetrated Yue Xianji's lungs, and his fist came out from his back unexpectedly.

But Yue Xianji shivered in pain, and a palm knife slashed Feng Yuxiu's forehead.

With a ‘click’, Feng Yuxiu knelt on the ground, and the top of his head collapsed into a groove. He lowered his head, with an iron rod stuck in his chest, twitching from time to time.

he died.

Yue Xianji knelt opposite him, with Feng Yuxiu's fists and forearms stuck in his chest. He saw the opposite Feng Yuxiu lowered his head, but there was a hearty smile on his face...

Yue Xianji couldn't breathe anymore, his eyes were full of smiles looking at Feng Yuxiu on the opposite side, and the sound of ‘Shushasha’ continued to be heard in his throat.

If at this time, someone is close, it is audible.

"Chao Wendao... death in the evening, I, Southwest, Yue Xianji..."

silence.

The entire Recovery Island was silent at this time. Everyone held their breath and watched the **** scene on the ring. But at this moment, no one is sick, retching, or disgusted.

For some reason, everyone felt a...an unspeakable atmosphere!

It's a heavy atmosphere!

At this moment, the picture has frozen.

Thousands of reporters stared at the ring.

On the ring, the two men knelt to death. One had an iron rod in his chest, and another had a fist in his lungs.

Somehow.

A female reporter from China, her inexplicable eyes were a little sour. She didn't know why, and at the same time, she didn't know why the two of them were on stage ~ www.wuxiahere.com~ they had no hatred but they had to fight each other.

Why is it dead, but it feels more pleasant than living?

But she suddenly understood at this moment why Zhang Shou would be so angry after Li Ziming played Zhang Shou.

Possibly, Zhang Shou at that time also came with a mortal mentality. Did you come with a desperate mentality?

They are not for money, in fact, they are not for bonuses. What they did was to pursue a path of search in their hearts.

This is the warrior.

No matter what kind of person he is, you will be moved when you see him relentlessly and even give up everything including life in order to pursue the pursuit in his heart. You will feel.

Below the stage, the other warriors slowly bowed to the two kneeling on the stage.

Thousands of reporters present slowly put down the equipment in their hands and bowed their heads to salute the two people on stage.

More than a dozen staff members came to the stage, silently and quickly cleaned the ring, and then lifted the two bodies down, keeping their posture and appearance before their death. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, they are dead.

But in their hearts, this is called alive!

You can live for the martial arts that you love, pure fanatical love and lifelong pursuit.

At this moment, all audiences around the world are silent. Suddenly, everyone realized a concept.

The heart of the warrior-no shame!

They are passionately in love with what they are pursuing with all their efforts, and the love is so pure.

Li Ziming died unjustly.

More than a dozen corpse workers carried two corpses and walked down the ring. Thousands of reporters, as well as other warriors waiting in the field, stepped out of the way.

Watching silently at the two corpses being carried away.

Pay attention to ceremony.

There was a long, long silence.