Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

Chapter 586: Dragon Rising ... Fist

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Roared, drank from Wang Cong's mouth, and on the No. 10 ring, Wang Cong's soul was repeatedly bombarded by the soul.

Under Shifeng's continuous nine-soul-stealing seal, Wang Cong had been desperately suppressed, originally flying into mid-air form, and was now forced to return to the ring.

Shi Feng stood proudly in the air, looking down at Wang Cong below, and said coldly, "Ben Shao has already played with you enough, now Ben Shao will send you to see your brother!"

After Shi Feng finished speaking, then, the full moon scimitar, which injected the Nine Ghost Power, slammed downward.

The full moon scimitar with mystery and powerful power, once again spins, flew obliquely, and chopped down to Wang Cong below.

Wang Cong's soul turned back from pain. At this moment, Wang Cong suddenly saw the full moon scimitar that swiftly chopped towards himself, clenched his fist, and whispered, "Shenglongquan!"

With the sound of Wang Cong's low drinking, a shadow of a dragon head appeared on Wang Cong's fist, but when Wang Cong suddenly blasted towards the full moon scimitar, Wang Cong's motion suddenly He paused, and roared again and again in his mouth.

Just when Wang Cong was about to attack the full moon scimitar just now, Shi Feng attacked him again, and launched a soul attack.

And while Wang's soul was wounded at this moment, his action stopped, the full moon scimitar swiftly swirling, and flew across Wang Nong's neck, causing a splash of bright red blood.

The full moon scimitar flew over and cut Wang Cong's throat. Wang Cong's neck showed a stabbing knife mark. For a while, Wang Cong's neck was like a bursting water pipe, bright red blood, and kept coming from there. In the stabbed knife marks, spattered.

Consciousness quickly woke up from Wang Cong's mind. At this moment, Wang Cong stared at his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at his body that was constantly splattered with blood. The orange shirt in front of him had been stained with red. It's red.

"Ah ... I lost ... my king Cong ... unexpectedly ... defeated ..." Wang Congxi said, his face was full of unwillingness and disbelief, but the reality is that, he couldn't help it. Believe.

From the day he entered martial arts, Wang Cong defeated one opponent after another and stepped on one another after the warriors. Until now, Wang Cong cannot remember how many powerful opponents he defeated, and how much. The genius died in his own hands, and eventually, with his own might, he squeezed into the top ten of the Tianlan Empire.

However, just such a Wang Cong is such a Tianjiao. Today, he was defeated, and he was defeated in the hands of a sixteen or seven-year-old boy.

"No! I'm not defeated! I'm not!" Wang Cong looked up suddenly, his wide eyes staring fiercely at the black figure in the void, and gave out a roar full of anger and unwillingness.

Immediately after, Wang Cong's fist, the disappearing blue dragon head emerged again, and Wang Cong yelled again: "Rise! Dragon ... Fist ..."

When Wang Cong talked about the word "fist", his voice was obviously weak, and the momentum just hardened. At another moment, it completely softened. At that moment, the physical body seemed very weak, his face was pale as paper. With a click, the king fell to the ground from the whole person.

"I ... was defeated ..." Wang Cong looked up at the sky, looking up at the white clouds in the blue sky. Today, Wang Cong feels that this day is particularly blue, and this cloud is especially white.

In retrospect, it has been so long that I haven't looked at the sky so carefully.

The scenes of the past, memories, like a movie, flashed quickly in Wang Cong's mind.

"I want to be strong! I must be strong!" In the storm, a stubborn child kept beating wooden stakes on the martial arts ground. His fists were blurred.

But his stubborn child seemed to be unaware that he was still punching with punch after punch in the fierce storm, his face full of firmness and stubbornness.

At this time, I didn't know what Wang Cong thought, and two lines of tears dazzled out of Wang Cong's eyes. The tide was fading and quickly receded from his mind.

A generation of peerless genius, Wu Shengjing strong, Tianlan empire top ten ranked eighth, dragon and tiger ancestor young master subordinate, fall!

After Wang Cong's death, those two eyes were still open, as if Wang Cong was still looking up at the blue sky.

"Dead! Wang Cong is dead!" The crowd didn't know who yelled first. After the voice shouted, the originally silent crowd broke out after the silence, and the uproar resumed.

"Wang Cong! But Wang Cong, ranked eighth by the top ten! That is the young master of the Dragon Tiger Sect!"

"This boy killed Bai Junshuang and Wu Guang. After Wei Wuji, even Wang Cong died in his hands! He is going to go against the sky!"

"He! He is just a teenager who looks sixteen or seven years old! He actually killed Wang Cong! Hell! Hell!"

"This year of arrogance! He really killed Wang Cong. This ... is indeed the illegitimate son of Emperor Jiuyou!" Among the crowd, even Shi Jinshuai, who watched the battle, sucked deeply. Take a breath.

Gradually contacted Shi Feng, Shi Jinshuai gradually began to have confidence in Shi Feng, but he didn't expect it, even in this case, he killed the king, that is the strong man in Wu Shengjing!

This is the leapfrog challenge of Chiguo!

The death of Wang Cong, and the movement on the No. 10 Yantai immediately attracted countless people to set their sights on this side. There were also a few warriors who were fighting, because "Wang Cong was dead." The words stopped the opponent in tacit agreement with the opponent, and looked at the No. 10 ring platform, the black figure still floating in midair, and the corpse dyed red by the red.

That corpse is indeed Wang Cong! It is indeed the martial arts realm, the ten strongest, the young master of the Dragon Tiger Sect-Wang Cong!

"My uncle, it ’s so bad!" In the distance, even Xue Xue looked towards this side, and had to express his emotions. The Eighth Star Emperor Wu State killed Wu Sheng, even the Nether Master. If it was in this realm then, it would be just that.

"He! He killed Wang Cong!"

In the distance, there were two cold eyes, full of murderous glances toward the No. 10 ring platform, and looking at the black figure, it was Yang Zhong and Zi Xiao.

It has already arrived. The No. 10 ring, the black figure above the ring, has become a highly visible presence!

The name of Shi Feng, after today, I am afraid that if it resounds through the entire Tianlan Empire!

However, many people think that Wang Cong is dead, then Dragon Tiger Sect, then Wang Cong's old man, Wang Zhuo, must be furious now!

This boy, he killed Wang Cong, can he continue to live in this world?

Wang Cong's old man, that's Wang Zhuo!

(End of this chapter)