"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" roared out of Wang Cong''s mouth. Wang Cong''s soul suffered soul bombardment again and again on challenge arena 10.


    Under the continuous nine Youzhen soul seal of Shi Feng, Wang Cong has been suppressed. His body, which originally flew into the air, is now forced back to the challenge arena.


    Shi Feng stood proudly in the void, looked down at Wang Cong below and said coldly, "Ben Shao has had enough with you. Now Ben Shao will send you to see your brother!"


    After Shi Feng finished, then, the full moon machete injected with nine Youming force suddenly threw it down.


    The full moon machete with mystery and powerful power whirled again, flew down obliquely, and cut Wang Cong below.


    Wang Cong''s soul turned from the pain. At this time, Wang Cong suddenly saw the full moon machete flying towards him. He clenched his fist and whispered, "Shenglong fist!"


    As Wang Cong''s low voice sounded, a virtual shadow of a dragon head immediately appeared on Wang Cong''s fist. However, just as Wang Cong was about to blast away at the full moon machete, Wang Cong''s action suddenly stopped, and his mouth roared again.


    Just as Wang CongGang was about to attack the full moon machete, Shi Feng launched a soul attack on him again. Jiuyou shocked the soul seal!


    While the king''s soul was hurt at the moment, the action stopped, and the flying full moon machete suddenly flew over the king''s neck, bringing a splash of bright red blood.


    The full moon machete flew by and cut Wang Cong''s throat. There was a ferocious knife mark on Wang Cong''s neck. At that time, Wang Cong''s neck was like a burst water pipe, and bright red blood was constantly splashing out of the ferocious knife mark.


    Consciousness quickly woke up from Wang Cong''s mind. At the moment, Wang Cong stared greatly, lowered his head, and looked at his body splashing blood. The orange clothes in front of him had been dyed red by bright red.


    "Ah... I lost... My Wang Cong... Unexpectedly... Lost the war." Wang Cong said stupidly, his face full of unwilling and disbelief, but the reality is so that he can''t help but believe it.


    From the day he stepped into the martial arts, Wang defeated one opponent after another and trampled on one warrior after another. Up to now, Wang can''t remember how many strong opponents he defeated and how many talents died in his own hands. Finally, he squeezed into the top ten of Tianlan empire with his own strong strength.


    However, such a king''s obedience, such a Tianjiao, was defeated today, even in the hands of a 16-year-old boy.


    "No! I didn''t lose! I didn''t!" Wang looked up suddenly, stared at the black figure in the void, and gave a roar full of anger and unwillingness.


    Then, on Wang Cong''s fist, the disappeared cyan dragon head appeared again. Wang Cong roared again, "rise! Dragon fist."


    When Wang Cong said the word "fist", his voice was obviously weak. The momentum that had just become strong was completely soft at that moment. At that moment, his flesh was very weak, his face was as pale as paper, and Wang Cong fell to the ground with a "pa Da".


    "I was defeated." Wang Cong looked up at the sky and the white clouds in the blue sky. Today, Wang Cong felt that this day was very blue and the clouds were very white.


    In retrospect, how long has it been since I looked at the sky so carefully.


    Scenes of past events and memories flashed through Wang''s mind like a movie.


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


    But his stubborn child, as if he hadn''t felt it, was still punching again and again in the fierce storm, and his face was full of firmness and stubbornness.


    At this time, I don''t know what Wang Cong thought. Two lines of clear tears came out of Wang Cong''s eyes, "father. Kiss." when Wang struggled to spit out these two words, his consciousness suddenly disappeared from his mind like a tide.


    A generation of peerless genius, the strong man of wushengjing, the eighth of the top ten strong men of Tianlan Empire, and the young master of longhuzong, Wang Cong, fell!


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


    "Dead! The king is dead!" among the crowd, I don''t know who shouted first. After this voice was shouted out, the originally silent crowd broke out in an instant after the silence, and the uproar rose again.


    "Wang Cong! That''s the eighth of the top ten! That''s the little Lord of the dragon and tiger clan!"


    "The young man killed Bai junshuang and Wu Guang. After Wei Wuji, even Wang Cong died in his hands! He is going against the sky!"


    "He! He''s just a boy who looks sixteen or seven years old! He killed Wang Cong! Evil, evil!"


    "This is Sao Nian! He really killed Wang Cong. he deserves to be the illegitimate son of emperor Jiuyou!" even Shi Jinshui, who was watching the war, took a deep breath in the crowd.


    Gradually contacted with Shi Feng, Shi Jinshuai also began to have confidence in Shi Feng, but he didn''t expect that he killed Wang Cong in this way. It was the strong man in the martial Holy Land!


    This is red fruit''s leapfrog challenge!


    Wang Cong died. The movement of challenge arena 10 immediately attracted countless people to look here. There were also several fighters competing in the challenge arena. Because "Wang Cong is dead", these four shocking words stopped fighting tacitly with their opponents, looked at challenge arena 10 and looked at the black figure that was still floating in the air, Looking at the body red with bright red.


    That body is really Wang Cong! It is indeed the martial holy land, the top ten strong men, the little Lord of the dragon and tiger sect - Wang Cong!


    "My little martial uncle, it''s so against the sky!" in the distance, even the snow without trace looked here and had to sigh that the eight star martial arts respect killed the martial saint, even if the Youming Shizu was in this realm at that time, that''s all.


    "He killed Wang Cong!"


    In the distance, there were two cold eyes, full of killing intention, looking at the No. 10 challenge arena and the black figure. It was Yang Zhong and Zixiao.


    I''ve arrived. Challenge arena 10, the black figure on the challenge arena, has become the existence of attention!


    The name of stone maple, after today, I''m afraid it will ring through the whole Tianlan empire!


    However, many people think that Wang Cong is dead, so long huzong, Wang Zhuo, Wang Cong''s Lao Tzu, must be crazy and angry at the moment!


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


    Wang Cong''s Lao Tzu, that''s Wang Zhuo!