Super Fantasy Big Bang

However, what is strange is that after the ridicule angered Zhao Zhiyuan, Wang Yang did not show any unexpected expression on his face, as if he had expected all of this.

The blood line healed Zhao Zhiyuan's body little by little, and the expression on Wang Yang's face gradually became solemn and gloomy.

The light of the healing technique continued to shine on him, and all the wounds healed quickly.

As long as Wang Yang protects the fatal vital parts of his body from being attacked, Zhao Zhiyuan can't do him any harm at all.

In the third stage, the energy recovery of practitioners is very fast, and the consumption of small consumption spells such as healing, which has been used continuously, is not as much as their recovery.

And what Zhao Zhiyuan relied on was blood sucking, using the enemy's blood to heal his own injuries, which had a great advantage for melee occupations. After using it once, he didn't need to consume it. Therefore, this blood sucking effect was very dominant in the second stage.

But up to the third stage, this is obviously not as effective as the healing technique. For mages like Chen Xiao before, as long as Zhao Zhiyuan is not allowed to approach, this magical skill in the second stage will be useless.

Now, Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan are like two perpetual motion machines that have been unlocked and hung with blood. The wound that just appeared has recovered in the blink of an eye, which makes them attack each other even more unscrupulously.

The blood stained the competition platform dozens of meters red like rain, and there were big pools of blood everywhere.

No matter how Zhao Zhiyuan attacked, he still couldn't kill Wang Yang. Even if his limbs were severed, under the light of the healing technique, it would only take ten seconds to restore his growth.

The healing technique is inconspicuous, but it can't hold up to more than 20 healing techniques at a time. A broken hand and foot can also regenerate a broken arm under this intensity of treatment.

"Is this the case with the Demon Sect? You want to kill me too? Tsk tsk..." Wang Yang shook his head mockingly and chuckled.

"You are looking for death!! Hohohoho!!!"

Zhao Zhiyuan's speed skyrocketed again, and with a loud "bang", a deep pit was formed on the contest platform condensed by spells, and stones splashed.

Wang Yang didn't even think about it, didn't even look at it, and flew sideways with a kick.

Amidst the sound of hunting wind, there was an incomparably crisp "click", Wang Yang turned into a black shadow, his whole body was bumped into by Zhao Zhiyuan crazily, and flew backwards at a very high speed.

The galloping Zhao Zhiyuan stumbled, his calf twitched twice as if he had a cramp, and he gasped.

Wang Yang's feet glowed with the light of the healing technique.

With a sneer, he slowly stood up.

"You want to kill me? Demon scum? You still want to kill me?!"

Amidst the roar, the strong smell of blood in the air seemed to dissipate. Wang Yang raised his hand like a knife like crazy, and rushed towards Zhao Zhiyuan recklessly.

The two figures with infinite violent aura collided fiercely, and the air was squeezed out at this moment, and layers of wrinkles appeared on the faces of the two of them, which was extremely ferocious.

Zhao Zhiyuan retreated with the gust of wind. In his rage, he didn't know how to use energy at all, and he concentrated and flowed the energy in his body towards the palm of his hand, holding his fist tightly.

The more beliefs are united and the forces are united as one, the more their core members care about the honor and reputation of the organization.

"My Demon Sect has always acted aboveboard! Wang Yang! If you dare to insult my Demon Sect, I will definitely kill you today!!"

Being able to use resources from within the Demon Sect, and even let him swallow the elixir to advance to the third stage in order to appease people's hearts, Zhao Zhiyuan's sense of belonging to the Demon Sect is undoubtedly absolutely loyal.

Don't laugh when he first came to the martial arts arena, now he is really provoked by Wang Yang.

Anger can even make him temporarily forget the severe pain. At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind, to kill Wang Yang! Never die!

Killing intent filled his mind, and he lost his calmness.

Under the stage, Chen Xiao slowly noticed some scrutiny, and frowned slightly.

Wang Yang continued to mock with a smile:

"What's wrong with insulting your Demon Sect? Not only do I want to insult the Demon Sect, but I also want to insult you! Insulting the eighteenth generation of your ancestors! Tsk tsk tsk tsk... a demon heretic is still aboveboard? Pooh! Don't laugh your ass off! No Wake up and go home, wash and sleep!"

Wang Yang said one sentence after another,

The voice was getting louder and louder. Although there were no dirty words, in Zhao Zhiyuan's ears, every sentence was heartbreaking!

No matter who it is, no one will accept the insult of something that one is proud of and worked hard for.

Without a sound, Zhao Zhiyuan disappeared again.

Wang Yang closed his expression, looked around solemnly, and slowly loosened the clenched fist of his right hand.

He wanted to anger Zhao Zhiyuan, but he didn't want to seek death. To do so was a kind of life gamble for him.

Suddenly, a strong wind blows in the face.

The sharp claws tore through the air, a huge black shadow enveloped the entire field of vision, and the berserk breath was mixed with angry roars.

At the same time, Wang Yang moved.

The body twisted to the side in a broken posture, following the direction of the sharp claws.

He dodged the blow, and then, with his hands on the ground, he swung his hind legs violently, and his heels were thrown up like a hammer, fierce and fierce.

With a muffled grunt, his heel hit Zhao Zhiyuan's chin, causing him to stagger and push back a step.

Quickly turning over and shrinking his body, Wang Yang squatted down on the ground, raised his head coldly, no longer hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, raised the heels of his palms, and bounced up.

"red!"

In an instant, Wang Yang's raised hand dislocated and cracked, and the broken hand bone pierced into Zhao Zhiyuan's chin like a sharp sword.

The blood flowed down the forearm to Wang Yang's body.

"Uh uh uh……"

Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes widened, and he hugged Wang Yang's body with both claws, contracting his strength crazily.

However, this severe pain was also returned to him at ten times the price.

Wang Yang's body was lit up with healing techniques like a light bulb. Zhao Zhiyuan hugged his body, and the huge animal claws almost crushed his entire chest.

Everyone in the competition arena stared at this scene dumbfounded. They didn't expect that it was just a competition, how could it turn into a life-and-death duel?

Wang Yang still smiled, looked directly at Zhao Zhiyuan coldly, and said softly:

"you are dead."

Wang Yang's arm inserted into his chin didn't heal with the white light of the healing technique, he was aiming for this moment.

This hand had already been inserted into Zhang Zhiyuan's brain, and energy gushed out along the bones like a flood of the Yellow River.

"Boom!"

As if a watermelon exploded, everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten and their eyes widen.

The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body. They are cautious when their own energy enters the brain. Now, Wang Yang uses the bones of his hand as a bridge to directly output the energy to the maximum.

After a loud noise, the bright red competition platform was even more dazzling with white flowers.

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