Reborn Lord of the Stars

On the martial arts arena, the battle between Huo Yuanhao and Huang Huihong has reached a fever pitch.

Both of them looked a little miserable at this time.

One of Huo Yuanhao's arms drooped feebly.

But Huang Huihong was limping on one leg.

"It's so intense!"

"Tsk! It's gotten to this point."

"Who can tell that these two people have broken arms and legs?"

"It's come to this point, but it's still possible to make such swift and violent movements."

"Hey! The battle next to him is even more fierce! Song Wenyuan has started killing his opponents again! Look, look!"

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the auditorium.

When everyone heard these voices, they all looked to the other side of the martial arts arena.

And this look.

They happened to see the scene where Song Wenyuan tore off half of Zhang Haoting's arm.

The blood splattered and turned into red light spots all over the sky and dissipated.

On the other hand, Zhang Haoting's face was pale, and he kept backing away.

"Ah, you can still jump like this."

"It's a bit of an eyesore."

Song Wenyuan's figure stepped on the strange footwork again, and came to Zhang Haoting's side like a ghost, his finger pointed at Zhang Haoting's thigh.

"Just start with it!"

While speaking, a streak of black true essence condensed from his fingertips.

At this moment, Zhang Haoting let out a loud shout, and swung his remaining arm violently. He clenched his fist with one hand, and lightning rushed into his fist, hitting Song Wenyuan's face.

Bang!

However, with a muffled sound, Song Wenyuan still easily took down the domineering thunderous fist.

"Hey! I forgot, it was agreed to remove the arms first, and then the legs."

After the words fell, Song Wenyuan still had a smile on his face, and began to exert force with his hands.

Zhang Haoting felt a slight chill in his heart.

Song Wenyuan is really not normal, this person is a bit distorted.

The opponent's method made him lose his temper.

"If you want to take it off, I'll give it to you!"

The thunder in Zhang Haoting's eyes exploded like a substance, and the thunder and lightning surged crazily, starting from Zhang Haoting's whole body and rushing towards his arms.

Song Wenyuan's expression froze slightly.

I saw that Zhang Haoting's arm suddenly burst into a dazzling thunder!

boom!

There was a huge roar, and the thunder and lightning burst.

A figure was thrown out in embarrassment, with a puff of black smoke rising from its body.

"It's Song Wenyuan!"

"He was actually knocked back!"

"What just happened"

"Okay... It seems that Zhang Haoting blew up that arm, which made Song Wenyuan suffer."

"Wow! Is it true? Then he is not..."

Some people can't believe it.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Haoting still refused to give up.

However, in this way, Zhang Haoting only has two legs left?

The thunder light dissipated.

All eyes are focused there.

But they didn't see Zhang Haoting's figure!

"Gone!"

"Where did you go? Where's Zhang Haoting?"

"Shouldn't it be blown up!"

On the field, Song Wenyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his consciousness swept across, but he didn't sense Zhang Haoting's figure.

When his consciousness expanded again, he raised his head suddenly, but saw Zhang Haoting jumping up high in the air.

"Heh! This is called Gouji Jumping Over the Wall, right?"

Song Wenyuan's face gradually turned cold.

The black true energy in his palm was condensed, and then he slapped Zhang Haoting with his palm.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Junmo's face changed slightly.

Because of Song Wenyuan's palm.

It reminded him of the palm of the judge before.

Gao Shengzhong almost died because of that palm.He was so impressed!

"how can that be possible?"

That judge is very powerful.

Gu Wei is obviously in the realm of refining the gods, and the impact he brought to Zhang Junmo even surpassed that of a strong man in the Jindan realm!

At this time, Zhang Junmo noticed Song Wenyuan's hair.

A head of gray and white hair.

Memories of that night flashed in my mind again.

He clearly remembered that the so-called judge had gray hair!

Coupled with Song Wenyuan's pale skin and the cold aura lingering all over his body, he was very similar to that judge.

Zhang Junmo shook his head lightly, dispelling these thoughts.

He felt like he was thinking too much.

This Song Wenyuan is indeed strange and strong.

But he should not be the judge.

If it is him, then what is the significance of his participation in this competition?

There is no need to compare this competition.

Under the power of will, all the participating students could not catch his casual punch.

Zhang Junmo had no doubts about this.

Of course, all of this was just Zhang Junmo's momentary thoughts.

On the martial arts arena, the black palm print landed on Zhang Haoting's body, and it exploded immediately.

Many people regret it.

"ended."

On a stand in the auditorium.

The middle-aged man standing beside Liu Qingcang sighed softly.

He thought the young man named Zhang Haoting was pretty good.

A fellow cultivator with two systems, and the supernatural ability is the rare and powerful lightning system.

At such a young age, his ability has already broken through to the middle stage of e-level.

It is truly remarkable.

It's just that the opponent's skills are superior and their strength is very strong.

So far, that Song Wenyuan has not shown his real strength.

Just by looking at it, even his eyesight in Nascent Soul Realm is hard to judge.

Unless you use your spiritual sense to investigate.

However, such things are generally taboo. As a senior, it is naturally impossible for him to investigate the true strength of a junior during a competition.

"Maybe it's not over yet!"

Liu Qingcang's eyes moved slightly, staring at the field with some interest.

"Is there any reversal?"

The middle-aged man was also surprised, and then looked at the martial arts arena.

Then he saw a figure wrapped in lightning rushing out of the black air.

Under the thunder light, the figure could not be seen clearly, but it could be vaguely seen that there were no arms.

Everyone knows that this is Zhang Haoting!

At this time, like a cannonball, he directly hit Song Wenyuan.

Seeing this scene, Song Wenyuan was inexplicably stirred up with a trace of anger.

"You people, why are you so obsessed with obsession, why do you refuse to recognize the reality?"

After the words fell, he raised his arm, and a black glow condensed on his fingertips.

"Die!"

When he pointed upwards, he almost touched Zhang Haoting's forehead, which fell from mid-air.

Heimang is about to erupt in the next moment.

However, Song Wenyuan saw through the dazzling thunder light that a smile appeared on Zhang Haoting's stern face.

"Let's die together!"

As Zhang Haoting's voice fell, time seemed to stand still.

Inexplicably, everyone's breathing slowed down subconsciously.

Seeing that Zhang Haoting's body, Lei Guang suddenly shrank!

And accompanied by the contraction of the thunder light, there are also Song Wenyuan's pupils.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly burst out in his heart!

This was the first time he felt a sense of crisis during the game!

At that moment, the thunder light on Zhang Haoting's body seemed to subside and even disappeared.

But in the next moment!

Suddenly, a transparent thunder mask suddenly spread out, covering a radius of several meters.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying thunder light burst, and the formed thunder raged wildly, filling up the thunder mask in an instant!

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Even the middle-aged man in Nascent Soul Realm in the stands was a little dazed.

"He... blew himself up!"