Chapter 966 War King Fentian

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

In the ancient battle platform of the ancient city of luck, a life-and-death battle can be decided, but once a life-and-death battle is decided, the two sides must divide life and death.

Regardless of life or death, it will not end, not even admit defeat.

Originally, the last duel only lasted half an hour. If the two sides had not decided the winner within half an hour, the winner would be automatically determined to have the upper hand.

But once a life-and-death battle is decided, there is no time limit, and it can only end if one side dies.

A life-and-death battle is set, which means that there is no retreat. You must win, and you will die if you lose. Even the supreme and the emperor cannot intervene.

This is to have great self-confidence in oneself before daring to decide the battle of life and death.

Wang Fentian, dare you agree?

The eyes of the audience couldn't help but focus on Wang Fentian.

At this moment, Wang Fentian's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and his eyes were fixed on Lu Ming, as if he wanted to see the truth from it.

Is Lu Ming bluffing, or is he really that strong? Dare to fight him to the death?

But Lu Ming's expression was calm, he couldn't judge at all.

Moreover, he had not seen the specific situation of Lu Ming's battle with Luo Tian before, and he had no idea of ​​Lu Ming's strength.

"Do you dare or dare?"

Lu Ming spoke again, his voice was calm but aggressive.

"Why should I agree to a life-and-death battle? Anyway, I'm sure to win this battle!"

Wang Fentian quibble.

"It's ridiculous, since you think you're sure to win, why don't you agree to a life-and-death battle? Back then in Kowloon City, your ancestor of the Wang family was almost killed by me, you must hate me to the bone? Ten thousand people want to kill me, since they want to kill I have the confidence to kill me, why didn't you agree to a life-and-death battle? The reason is one, you're afraid, you're not sure to kill me, you don't have confidence in this battle, you don't have confidence in yourself, how can you win me?"

Lu Ming's words were heart-wrenching and aggressive, and every word hit Wang Fentian's vital point.

He didn't even have the belief that he would win, how could he win against Lu Ming?

"Damn little beast!"

The head of the Wang family growled,

His eyes burst out with cold murderous intent.

That day in Kowloon City, he was almost beaten to death by Lu Ming, which was the shame of his life. Now, Lu Ming has brought up the same thing again, and even used it to suppress Wang Fentian.

This made the head of the Wang family furious.

"Haha, Lu Ming, you almost killed the old one. How dare you fight with your life and death for a little one? I think what the hell is that king, just admit defeat, don't be embarrassed here, the Wang family is a bunch of ignorant people. Bird man!"

The fat man laughed, and his words were even more insulting.

This made the head of the Wang family, as well as Wang Fentian, almost explode their lungs with anger.

At this time, Wang Fentian's face was flushed, his anger was burning, and his murderous intention was extremely fiery.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Wang Fentian roared.

In this battle, he must win, and Lu Ming said that for this sake, if he still doesn't win, his heart of martial arts will definitely be unstable, and even the entire Wang family will become the laughing stock of Donghuang.

He wanted to smash Lu Ming's bones into ashes and turn them into ashes.

"Okay, I will fight Wang Fentian to the death!"

Lu Ming said loudly.

"A battle of life and death!" Wang Fentian responded, a fiery breath soaring into the sky.

hum!

At this moment, a faint glow of blood appeared on Lu Ming and Wang Fentian, which meant that the battle of life and death had already been established, and it was useless to admit defeat until one of them died in the battle.

"Flame burns the sky!"

Wang Fentian's murderous intent was cold, but a monstrous flame filled his body.

Wang Fentian seemed to have turned into a man on fire. His muscles, bones, and even his hair were all on fire, as if they were all turned into flames.

"Burning the sky with six fingers, destroying with one finger!"

Wang Fentian strode forward and pointed out.

A finger, condensed from flames, hundreds of meters long, with clear fingerprints on it, like the finger of the gods, points towards Lu Ming.

Terrible heat, terrifying murderous intent, burst out, surging towards Lu Ming.

As soon as he made his move, Wang Fentian used a terrifying ultimate move. Since he promised to fight to the death, Wang Fentian let go of everything and fought with all his strength.

The dragon roar sounded, and Lu Ming burst out with a dragon force. The whole body was covered in scales, surrounded by four moods, and a punch came out.

boom!

Fist and Fen Tian's finger slammed together.

The fist and the flame finger intersected, bursting out waves of energy.

The battle platform, which is hundreds of miles in length and width, is covered with purple flames on one side, and shrouded in four-color light on the other side.

Finally, the flame finger burst, Lu Ming's body trembled slightly, and he took two steps back.

"The fusion of the artistic conception of destruction and the artistic conception of fire!"

"Also, the cultivation in the early stage of the eighth level of the spirit embryo!"

After a fight, Lu Ming had a rough judgment on Wang Fentian's strength.

Wang Fentian actually comprehended two kinds of moods, and the two kinds of moods were successfully merged. Both the mood of destruction and mood of fire reached the third-level perfection, and when they merged together, the destructive power was extremely terrifying.

If it weren't for the battle platform of the ancient city of Qiyun, which was sturdy and immortal, I am afraid that it would be destroyed and turned into magma in a radius of hundreds of miles.

Moreover, Wang Fentian's cultivation base is also higher than Luo Tian, ​​reaching the early stage of the eighth stage of the spiritual embryo.

Wang Fentian deserves to be ranked fifth in the Thousand Pride List, and his strength is terrifying.

"Burning Sky Six Fingers, Two Fingers Town!"

"Burning the sky with six fingers, breaking three fingers!"

"Burning the sky with six fingers, four fingers absolutely!"

On Wang Fentian, the true essence of flame erupted, and he pointed out three fingers in a row.

Three huge fingers, shaped like a zigzag, smashed towards Lu Ming.

"Suppressing Prison Heavenly Art!"

Lu Ming's real energy roared and boiled, operating the Prison Suppression Heavenly Art to 50% of its power.

If his current Prison Suppression Heavenly Art, if fully exploded, would be equivalent to the power of a god-level martial art, a god-level martial art, even if it was the first level equivalent to a god-level martial art, only those who were strong in the spiritual realm would be able to exert it. full power.

Now that he has reached the peak of the seventh level of the spiritual embryo, it is impossible for him to exert his full power if he does not have enough real energy.

But the power of 50% is also extremely terrifying.

boom! boom! boom!

Lu Ming threw three punches in a row, and the power of the Prison Suppressing Monument exploded, suppressing everything.

The three flame fingers were directly collapsed and dissipated as flames.

Wang Fentian's expression changed slightly, he waved his hands together, and pointed out two fingers again.

"Burning the sky with six fingers, five fingers breaking, six fingers burning the sky!"

The two fingers were pointed out one after another, and the space vibrated, like a cloth shaking. Wherever the fingers passed, the space turned into a vacuum.

Lu Ming felt a terrifying force coming towards him. This force was extremely hot, as if it was going to turn him into ashes.

Surrounded by four moods, a battle armor was formed, covering the whole body. Lu Ming strode forward and threw two punches in a row.

Two shocking roars sounded, as if the entire ancient city of fortune was shaken violently.

The terrifying energy swept out in all directions, but when it reached the edge of the battlefield, it was blocked by an invisible energy and could not be rushed at all.

The two flaming fingers were crushed by Lu Ming's blow and disintegrated.

Lu Ming strode forward, rushing through the flames, like an ancient god, killing Wang Fentian.

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