Challenging sixteen bosses!
Killing without end.
No defense!
When Long Fei used the dragon chop, he did not defend, but continued to kill.
"Ding!"
"Ding!" "Ding ding ding …"
The system beep kept ringing.
However … He was still at the ninth stage of the Nihility Immortal Stage, unable to break through.
"Damn!"
"I don't believe it!"
Long Fei leaped up heavily, "Tyrant Style Strike!"
"Violent Mountain-hit Fist!"
After sending a large wave of people flying, Long Fei's fists exploded, and smashed towards the genius disciples in the air. "Bang, bang, bang …"
One by one, they were blasted off the stage.
It was also at this time.
Long Fei's body was covered in wounds, and blood gushed out like a fountain, gushing out.
He did not stop.
Ouyang Zhan did not stop either, and continued to shout, "He can't hold on any longer, he can't hold on any longer, go, kill him for me."
Long Fei was indeed strong.
His attacks were sharp and powerful, but no matter how strong he was, he was only one person. He was unable to fight against hundreds of advanced disciples.
As long as the battle continued, Long Fei would definitely lose.
More and more people fell on the stage, and the more Long Fei killed, the crazier he became. His eyes were filled with blood, and once the Striking Energy Value reached 100 points, he would immediately release it.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to player 'Long Fei' for killing 'Senior Disciple of Shendi College' for obtaining 4000 experience, 230 Immortal Power Values, and 10 Energy Values."
"Congratulations to player 'Long Fei' for obtaining the holy artifact 'Rotten Wood Divine Sword'."
"F * ck, I don't want a holy artifact, I want a Tier 5 Immortal Root." Long Fei cursed angrily. He really had to level up now, if he did not level up now, he would not be able to hold on.
Because more than half of his health point had been consumed.
It seemed like his strength had not decreased at all, and instead became more and more ferocious. However, it was true that he was injured, and his health point was rapidly decreasing.
He had to level up.
Only by leveling up would his health point be able to recover instantly.
So.
He needed a fifth-grade immortal root!
But … he had killed dozens of genius Blood Immortal disciples, each of whom had fused with a grade-five immortal root, but none of them had dropped it.
The normal drop rate was good, and the attribute release of the Striking Energy Value was also good, but there was no Fifth Grade Immortal Root.
Long Fei muttered, "Damn you, System. Are you trying to kill me?"
"Isn't the drop rate of immortal roots too low?"
Long Fei was suffering, but there was one person who was unusually excited, Yan Huang Ancestor.
His mouth was filled with Divine Artifact fragments, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He was so happy that it was as if he was celebrating the New Year. "Kid, continue, continue, work harder."
"Hahaha …"
"This feels so good."
Yan Huang Ancestor was very happy. He was constantly absorbing the energy within the divine weapon, and his strength was constantly getting stronger.
"Ah …"
Long Fei continued his killing spree.
The elites of the 18 martial institutions were still rushing down.
Half an hour later.
The stage was filled with corpses. Long Fei was still as ferocious as ever, but he was still at the ninth stage of the Void Immortal Stage, and did not drop a fifth-grade immortal root.
"I can see it now."
"If you want to drop a fifth-grade immortal root, these high level disciples won't be able to." Long Fei's heart trembled. After entering Sengoku, killing people rarely dropped immortal roots.
Today, he had killed over a hundred high level disciples, but not a single immortal root had dropped.
Then.
Long Fei's eyes darkened, he stared at the remaining disciples on the stage, and suddenly moved, "God Killing Slash!"
The dragon salyer slashed down.
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Half of the stage was blasted into ruins, and the disciples were instantly killed.
Long Fei raised his eyes, and suddenly roared, he stared at Ouyang Zhan and shouted: "Who else? I'll just ask, who the f * ck is still unconvinced? "
His voice intimidated the entire audience.
None of the disciples of the 18 martial institutions dared to rush down.
Long Fei was a meat grinder, if they went down, they would die. They were not his match at all, they were not even on the same level.
Moreover.
They were also crushed by the valiant killing intent on Long Fei's body!
"Who else?"
Long Fei continued to roar, "There's no one else, right?"
"Then I should be the king of the individual ranking competition, right?"
"Now it's my turn to exercise the rights of a king, right?"
He couldn't wait.
He was very unhappy with the three billion experience points. He could obviously level up, but he just couldn't. What was going on?
When Long Fei was speaking, Pan Sheng slightly stood up.
But when he heard Long Fei say that he wanted to exercise his rights, he sat back down. He wanted to see what Long Fei wanted to do.
As long as Long Fei was on the stage, he was not worried that Long Fei would escape.
Moreover.
The current Long Fei was already half dead, he could no longer escape.
With a mere False Immortal Realm, Pan Sheng was 100% confident that he could defeat Long Fei within ten moves and kill Long Fei within twenty moves!
Because his cultivation realm could completely crush Long Fei!
No matter how strong their moves were, no matter how fierce their strength was, they were all limited by their levels. Without levels, they were nothing.
Pan Sheng stared at Long Fei and laughed coldly, "The higher you stand, the more I will be able to step on you. Long Fei, your life is mine!"
… ….
Long Fei kept the dragon salyer.
At this moment.
He didn't think too much about it, he didn't think about any schemes in the individual ranking competition. Right now, he only wanted to do one thing, and that was to explode the sixteen BOSS Dean!
A fifth-grade immortal root exploded, because he really wanted to level up.
Long Fei stared at Ouyang Zhan and smiled: "No one is my match, right? Now it's my turn to challenge someone, right?"
Ouyang Zhan shouted coldly: "Who do you want to challenge?"
Long Fei revealed a sinister smile, and said: "I want to challenge, you, you, you, you …"
His finger continuously pointed at the sixteen Martial Courtyard's Deans on the stage, and finally pointed at Ouyang Zhan, and said: "And you!"
There were a total of sixteen Martial Courtyard's Deans.
To Long Fei, it was sixteen bosses!
He was also the boss of the Eighteen Arhat Quest!
The entire martial-arts arena suddenly went silent.
Even the eight Immortal Palace Elders were stunned by Long Fei's actions.
After challenging the disciples of the Eighteen Martial Academies, he was now challenging the Principal of the Eighteen Martial Academies?
Had he lost his mind?
Chen Tianfei laughed excitedly, and said: "Boss is so fierce, to challenge sixteen Martial Courtyard's Deans at once, he's too arrogant."
Song Chien-chien frowned, and shouted loudly: "Long Fei, don't be rash."
Just as the entire audience was in shock.
Ouyang Zhan laughed out loud, "Hahaha … Long Fei, you asked for this yourself!"
Soon after.
Ouyang Zhan looked at the fifteen principals and laughed: "Fellow principals, this dog is going to shit on our heads, can you endure it?"
"Since he wants to challenge all of us, then let him know what the difference is!"
The fifteen principals were all infuriated.
Long Fei's arrogance was boundless!
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The Principal of the Formation Martial Courtyard landed.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom …"
One principal after another landed heavily from the stands, their gazes locked onto Long Fei.
Finally.
Ouyang Zhan also flew down, stared at Long Fei, and laughed: "Long Fei, your time of death has come!"
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