Old Chapters

The fight between Lin Feng and Wu Siqi ended like this. Lu Li looked at Wu Siqi, and sure enough, after defeating Lin Feng, he deprived Lin Feng of his protagonist's halo (pseudo) and merged it with his own protagonist's halo (pseudo). The halo is more dazzling and real.

As for Lin Feng, most of the aura on his body was stripped away, and only part of it remained, lingering around him. If Lu Li read it right, it should be similar to his own luck.

"As expected." Lu Li thought that the original protagonist's halo was only one copy, and there was no truth to it, but it seemed that the game official forcibly divided the protagonist's halo into five points and gave them to these five people. Today's competition , but the reunion of the protagonist Halo.

"Then what's the purpose?" Lu Li wouldn't believe that the official game was just for fun, so he separated the protagonist's halo and let them play the game.

"I haven't found any clues for now. It should appear after the competition." Lu Li turned his eyes and looked at Dingyuan on the other side. This assassin should know something, so he deliberately gave up the ranking.

"Then it's my turn." Zhao Yifan walked into the arena and looked at Xiao Leng on the opposite side with a calm expression. The other side was a good opponent, but only a good opponent.

"You killed Xiao Bai, although he was stupid enough to die, but after all, he is a member of our Xiao family, I will kill you." Xiao Leng looked at Zhao Yifan and said coldly.

"I was obsessed with the family. I thought you were still a little bit more interesting, but I didn't expect it to be such a **** that was influenced by low-level tastes." Zhao Yifan looked at Xiao Leng with disappointment. He was obsessed with the family, and was bound by the so-called family responsibility. who is not worthy to be his opponent.

In the original history, he also knew the history of fighting against Xiao Leng in the world. Thinking that in this life, he would finally accept the position of the head of the Xiao family.

In Zhao Yifan's view, Xiao Leng did not successfully conquer the family at all, but was tolerated by the family. He was restricted by the rules and regulations of the family, so now he can be called the head of the Xiao family, but can no longer be called fighting. world.

"This battle, no, it's not a battle at all, it's just a boring stretch of fists and feet." Zhao Yifan thought of it boringly, pulled out his red sword, and looked at Xiao Leng boringly.

Perhaps the opponent used to be an admirable opponent who could have a hearty battle with him, but now the opponent has fallen into the rules of the family. The battle does not deserve to be called a battle.

Xiao Leng took the big sword carried by the children of the Xiao family, pointed it at Zhao Yifan, his aura was calm and airy, like a rock standing under a waterfall, rubbed his nose and said, "Then let us see, who is the rubbish? ."

Xiao Leng held the big sword in both hands, slammed into the ground, and then countless cracks separated from the ground, and then there seemed to be a giant dragon awakening in the ground, and countless mud blocks flew up, stepping on the broken mud blocks, Xiao Leng held the With the big sword, he rushed towards Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan held the Red Luojian in one hand, ran forward, and said with a chuckle: "There are still some basics, but unfortunately it is still far away."

The big sword and Hong Luo intersected, and they let out a crisp cry. A dark cloud floated from the sky, covering the sun, spreading from behind Zhao Yifan, covering Xiao Leng, Zhao Yifan roared, his hands violently, Hong Luo waved forward, Xiao Leng. Cold was actually pushed flying.

Zhao Yifan jumped up angrily and made a slashing motion with the Hong Luo sword in mid-air. Xiao Leng's giant sword was lifted up and forcefully received Zhao Yifan's slash, but the force was actually the smaller Hong Luo. The sword has the upper hand.

Xiao Leng's knees were slightly bent, the soil under his feet cracked, and he couldn't help frowning, how could it be possible, the other party is not known for strength, why can he suppress me in terms of strength.

The soil under his feet suddenly burst open, and a big snake made of rocks rushed out of it. Its rock head was right under Xiao Leng's feet, supporting Xiao Leng, and then with this force, holding the big sword in both hands, he slammed it. Wave, want to wave Zhao Yifan in midair away.

"Weak counterattack." Zhao Yifan used the strength of the opponent's wave to flip over, kicking Xiao Leng's big sword with one kick, then turned over again, holding the Hong Luo sword in both hands, and slashed forward.

The flaming sword energy spewed out, the giant rock snake was directly divided into two halves, and countless dark ghosts flew out of it. Xiao Leng leaned back and looked at the flying sword energy. Raise your sword to resist.

"Bangdang." Xiao Leng fell to the ground, and the big sword fell beside him. This big sword was the weapon used by the ancestor in the pendant on his chest. became his weapon.

"The Xuanyuan Epee is really well-deserved. Although it is not a spirit soldier, it was hit by my sword energy, but nothing happened." Zhao Yifan did not rush to attack when he saw the great sword that fell on the ground, but said mockingly: " It's just, Xiao Leng, I heard that at the beginning, no matter how heavy the sword is, you are carrying it yourself, but now you, are you sure it's still like this?"

Xiao Leng's complexion suddenly changed. Since he became the head of the Xiao family, he carried a big sword on his back all day, which was not in line with the image of the head of the family. Therefore, during this time, his swords were carried by the children of the Xiao family.

"That's why I said that you were bound by your family and became a piece of trash." Zhao Yifan looked at Xiao Leng, who was shaking, and shook his head disdainfully. .com~ Let this stretch of fists and feet at least be worth seeing."

"I, Xiao Leng, went all the way to this day, and I didn't rely on other people's charity." Xiao Leng shook his head and said with a wry smile. He flicked it manually, and did not choose to grab the big sword. Instead, he stood up and rushed towards Zhao Yifan empty-handed. .

The countless dark ghosts flying in the sky were sucked into his body by Xiao Leng, his body turned into a dark color, his muscles swelled, turning into a pitch-black giant, his physical strength was terrifying.

The casserole-sized fist hit Zhao Yifan directly. The blood on his body blended with the gloomy, and he burst out with a different momentum. There were countless black breaths floating in the ground. Those were the resentment and evil spirits that had accumulated in this land for many years.

These grievances and evil spirits turned into ghost images, which were inhaled into Xiao Leng's body.

"He's a sidekick again." Lu Li shook his head helplessly, and inhaled this resentment into his body. Although he could gain powerful strength, it would also cause irreversible damage and changes to his body.

If this Xiao Leng uses it for too long and too many times, his physique will probably be infected, and he will no longer be human.