Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 040

boom!

A dull sound appeared.

Wang Tianfang's face changed, it was so heavy!

But before he could react, Wang Tianfang found out that Qiao Ye's fist had come to him and smashed **** his nose.

Severe pain came, his nose was sore, Wang Tianfang almost cried out instinctively, covered his nose and kept retreating, but at this moment, Qiao Ye took another stride, kicked Wang Tianfang's chest violently, and kicked Wang Tianfang again. Take a few steps back.

"Sure enough, it's in the Martial Spirit Realm, not an ordinary beat-up." Qiao Ye said with a smile: "However, as I said, you will regret it."

Wang Tianfang opened his palms, his palms were bright red, and there was a clear smell of blood in his nose, and he instantly said angrily: "Boy, you are dead!"

Wang Tianfang obviously didn't expect Qiao Ye's fist to be so hard, and, in front of everyone's eyes, he saw blood in his fist, and this face was not lost at all, which made Wang Tianfang even more angry.

But just when Wang Tianfang roared...

Wang Tianfang only felt a flower in front of him. The two were clearly five or six meters apart, but Qiao Ye seemed to be in front of him in one step, which was extremely abrupt.

Qiao Ye's attack was like a hurricane, which did not give Wang Tianfang a chance to breathe. At the moment when Wang Tianfang was forced to retreat, Qiao Ye was already in front of him again.

boom!

Qiao Ye suddenly sat in front of him, and then punched Wang Tianfang's chin fiercely.

Wang Tianfang raised his head and leaned towards the back involuntarily. When Qiao Ye approached again, he violently raised his fist and blasted it out.

boom!

The two fists collided, making a loud noise.

The contest between strength and strength, an unusually pure bombardment, the muscles on the arms of the two suddenly skyrocketed, trying to overwhelm the other, and around the two, because of the violent collision, a circle of air waves was pushed away.

click, click...

The bluestone brick slabs on the arena continued to bear the impact, and began to crack continuously. Cracks appeared one after another, and countless stone chips flew up and splashed around.

"what…"

Wang Tianfang watched his arm gradually being pressed back, first incredulous, then extremely angry.

You are not as good as Joe Ye?

How is this possible!

He is in the Martial Spirit Realm, why is he inferior to a brat in the Bone Realm Realm, how could his physical strength lose to the opponent!

"Death to me!"

Wang Tianfang raised his foot and swept across, kicking Qiao Ye's waist, and the huge force made Qiao Ye slide out.

But in the eyes of others, it was obvious that Wang Tianfang lost this battle, obviously it was a competition of strength, but Wang Tianfang took the lead in using other moves, which meant that Wang Tianfang's strength could not match Qiao Ye.

The embarrassed Wang Tian didn't think much about the moment he released his foot, but after realizing this, the anger in his heart was naturally more vigorous, but he didn't want to admit it at all, he would not be able to beat Qiao Ye.

With a roar, Wang Tian indulged himself up, a jump of five or six meters, came directly to Qiao Ye, raised his fist and swung it down.

But at this moment, Qiao Ye suddenly squatted down.

This move seemed a little inexplicable, but in the next instant, everyone exclaimed.

Qiao Ye stretched his hands through the cracks in the cracked bluestone slabs, and then...

Boom!

The two-meter-wide, palm-thick bluestone brick slab was dug out of the ring by Qiao Ye.

Ji Wuyuan wiped away his cold sweat. This is even harder than stepping on a bluestone brick slab. The arena was specially built for the Martial Spirit Realm. If you want to dig up the bluestone brick slab, it is equivalent to tearing down the arena. , You must know that the bluestone bricks are all painted with formation engravings.

Qiao Ye is not a fourth-class student, so he doesn't know the tricks of the ring. Anyway, ordinary fourth-class students dare not do this, because it is impossible to do it. What is even more surprising is that Qiao Ye really dug down the bluestone brick slab. , and then lifted it over the top.

"How perverted is this kid's body?"

Many people have the same thought in their heads.

In the next instant, Qiao Ye let out a low growl and directly lifted the bluestone brick board over the top. When Wang Tianfang landed in front of him, he swept the entire bluestone brick board over.

boom!

Wang Tianfang attacked in mid-air without any focus at all. Watching the bluestone brick board attack, the wind whistled in front of him, he wanted to dodge, but there was no way to avoid it, and he couldn't dodge at all, and then a loud noise appeared.

After Wang Tianfang took a solid blow, the bluestone brick was torn apart, and Wang Tianfang's body was directly blasted out, and after falling on the ring, he rolled continuously and almost fell out of the ring.

pop, pop...

Qiao Ye clapped his hands, shook off the stone chips on his hands and said, "Ninth in the fourth-class credits list? That's all, it's too wasteful!"

In fact, the credit list can not fully represent the strength, because the credits mainly come from the trials in the Xuehai Academy, so the number of times to participate in the trials is also an important reason for the number of credits.

Of course, although it cannot fully represent strength, it is also an important basis for strength. Wang Tianfang can rank ninth among the fourth-class students, which at least means that he is definitely the leader among the fourth-class students. the presence of students.

"Wang Tianfang, are you okay?"

"What the **** are you doing? You can't even beat a kid who just entered school. It's not ashamed!"

"If you can't, get down and let me go!"

Qiao Ye's words obviously provoked public anger. Wang Tianfang was ranked ninth, so what are those with lower rankings, aren't they even more useless?

"shut up!"

Wang Tianfang roared angrily and wiped the blood on his face. That handsome face was completely twisted in anger at this moment, and he looked at Qiao Ye fiercely.

Wang Tianfang's anger had reached its peak, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he ran wildly in the direction of Qiao Ye.

"Pinch you, pinch you, pinch you..." Wang Tianfang punched Qiao Ye continuously and said, "I must pinch you!"

Qiao Ye's face was indifferent, and he kept flickering and moving, avoiding Wang Tianfang's fist.

Ji Wuyuan shook his head under the ring, Wang Tianfang was already half crazy, and he was dazzled by anger. This kind of continuous bombardment with great force was Qiao Ye's forte, not Wang Tianfang's. Although Wang Tianfang was not a light-hearted way, he also Not a strength type, this style of play is looking for a beating!

really…

boom!

Ji Wuyuan was thinking, the moment Qiao Ye dodged sideways again, suddenly an uppercut slammed into Wang Tianfang's lower abdomen.

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Tianfang bowed his body, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the ring was stained with a little red.

In the next moment, Qiao Ye directly kicked Wang Tianfang's chest, kicked Wang Tianfang out, and rolled against the ring.

Ji Wuyuan shook his head, feeling that Wang Tianfang's head is not easy to use?

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