"Damn it! That Song Wenyuan, is he on drugs? He's so violent all of a sudden!"
"Look, his leg has recovered!"
"What the hell! Is this guy cheating?"
People in the audience were in an uproar.
At this time, they saw that Song Wenyuan, whose leg had been broken by Zhang Junmo's sword, was running rapidly towards Zhang Junmo.
"No...no!"
At this time, someone's eyes widened and their voice trembled.
"His legs haven't recovered! He..."
Gu~
Before he finished speaking, the man's Adam's apple rolled and he said with some horror: "He... is too scary!"
Hearing this, many people looked over carefully.
They found that Song Wenyuan's legs were still in a twisted state, and that look made people feel numb!
"What a joke!"
Zhang Junmo was horrified when he saw Song Wenyuan running towards him, completely ignoring the distorted leg bones.
Those legs must be unable to move.
But this guy actually used his true energy to forcibly control the movement of this useless leg as if it were a foreign object.
This situation does not exist in reality!
Because in that case, under the stimulation of true energy, the originally damaged leg will endure pain many times more severe than when it was injured.
And if the true energy is forcibly controlled, further damage will be caused to it.
Even if the injury on this leg can be recovered, I will still be unable to walk normally!
This can only be done in the spiritual space.
But is this something a normal person would do?
"Trample on me?"
"You are an ant, and you still want to trample on me?"
Song Wenyuan's eyes seemed to have black energy flowing out, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, exuding a thick aura of death.
"It's really..."
"ridiculous!"
boom!
Zhang Junmo's body was punched away like a sandbag.
Although Song Wenyuan had a broken leg, he used long-distance jumping instead of running to move quickly, chasing Zhang Junmo's flying body. Then his body suddenly turned around, and the broken leg was wrapped with true energy. It hit Zhang Junmo on the back like a whip.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound, and Zhang Junmo rose into the sky.
Looking at this scene, there was deathly silence around the entire martial arts arena.
terrible!
The two people in this decisive battle are not at the same level as the previous participating students!
And Song Wenyuan is as terrifying as an evil ghost!
Zhang Junmo's body was thrown high into the air.
His pupils were slightly hollow, and in his consciousness, he could see that his blood bar was rapidly declining.
50%
40%
…
10%
Seeing it, it is about to bottom out.
"finished?"
Zhang Junmo was slammed to the ground by Song Wenyuan who was rising from the sky with his fists, but he did not resist. Everything in front of him was slowing down.
It's like going into slow motion.
He turned his head and looked at Song Wenyuan, who had just landed with a crazy and mocking look on his face, and watched him jump up and rush over again.
One more attack and he'll die.
Of course, just die in the mental space.
yes!
He won't die anyway.
Zhang Junmo felt very strange.
Obviously it shouldn't be displayed badly.
When you relive your life, you should want to live a more exciting life.
He also needs to figure out why he traveled through time and figure out what happened to the system.
What the hell is this kind of mentality?
But……
The opponent is too scary!
That doesn't look like a person at all.
His cultivation level is stronger than his own, his strength is stronger than his own, and he also has the power of will.
Use all your means and skills.
In the end, he was beaten like this by the opponent.
"Oh~ are you still defeated?"
"That Song Wenyuan is so strong! His opponent is so formidable, no wonder Zhang Junmo gave up resistance."
Hearing the comments from the people next to him, Gao Shengzhong felt agitated for no reason.
"Shut up!"
He roared at the people next to him, exuding a completely different evil spirit than before.
"What are you doing! Jun Mo, get up!"
Looking back at the martial arts arena, Gao Shengzhong shouted loudly.
Even though he knew Zhang Junmo couldn't hear it, he still did so.
The two embarked on the path of spiritual practice together.
From the beginning, Gao Shengzhong thought he had A-level qualifications. He was proud of his ability when he entered the body-refining room for the first time.
But soon he discovered that Zhang Junmo was even more powerful than him!
He also has his own pride.
Therefore, he never stopped chasing Zhang Junmo for a moment.
I have been working hard with Zhang Junmo as my goal.
This guy can't be defeated so easily!
"A mere desperado, a rat driven around by Long Ting. How could he win over you!"
Gao Shengzhong stared at the martial arts arena and clenched his fists.
Close.
Song Wenyuan was getting closer and closer to the fallen Zhang Junmo.
As if preparing to finish him off, Song Wenyuan unleashed all his strength at this moment, and the will to die crazily filled the air.
die……
will?
Zhang Junmo suddenly recalled.
When he was doing the first mission, he seemed to be protecting something called a fragment of will.
Does that thing have anything to do with the power of will?
Boom!
Just when he thought of this, Zhang Junmo felt his heart skip a beat.
Boom!
A stream of clarity seemed to flow through my mind.
A mass of black energy gradually emitted from Zhang Junmo's body!
That was the death energy injected into the body after enduring Song Wenyuan's death will attack!
When the death energy was cleared, Zhang Junmo's consciousness became clearer and he changed from his previous decadence.
It turns out that all those are the negative effects caused by the infection of death energy.
Suddenly, Zhang Junmo seemed to see a scene in front of his eyes.
In a dark space, four blue candlesticks emitted dim light. In the middle of the candlesticks was a stone platform. On the stone platform, a fragment emitting light blue light slowly rotated.
"The Sword Comes"
"Fragments of will?"
The light emitted from the will fragment is not dazzling, but it is beautiful.
Under this light, Zhang Junmo felt as if he was surrounded by warmth.
In his mind, he began to recall every battle he had experienced since time travel.
Every picture is like a slideshow, flashing through at a thousand times speed.
Zhang Junmo actually had a glimmer of understanding in his heart.
In the outside world, people saw Zhang Junmo with his eyes closed tightly, looking completely appointed.
People who were still looking forward to a reversal felt a little disappointed at this moment.
It has ended.
Song Wenyuan has already reached Zhang Junmo's head!
His broken leg was currently stepping on Zhang Junmo's head!
"I said, ants can only crawl under my feet! Trembling! Even if this leg is disabled!"
"So, dying at my feet is your destiny!"
The soles of his feet stepped down hard, with a sharp sound breaking through the air.
However, just when Song Wenyuan was about to step on Zhang Junmo's head, the latter's originally closed eyes suddenly opened!
In those eyes, a shocking sword light flashed!
"The Will of the Sword!"
A loud shout!
A sword light!
A broken leg!
