Chapter 554 Breath

Seeing his name appear directly, Zhou Bai was slightly stunned, but the next moment he reflected: "Am I the first one?"

He looked at the names in the sky and thought to himself: "The immortals can actually control this so-called random selection. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, if they use another method, they will definitely be able to intervene. After all, this is a game they are determined to win. Well."

While thinking of this, Zhou Bai had already walked up.

In the contestant seats on the other side, a young man in his twenties with a smile on his face also stood up straight and walked towards the whirlpool in the square.

He is none other than Feng De, the immortal god who participated in Daluotian's discussion this time.

Looking at Zhou Bai walking beside him, the other person's information kept flashing through his mind.

It's not that Feng De deliberately investigated the other party, but the rumors about Zhou Bai's sword to defeat the demon were too loud some time ago, and what Zhou Bai said to the immortal god yesterday was even more crazy.

This allowed him to hear a lot of information about Zhou Bai intentionally or unintentionally.

‘Really… I don’t know whether I should be happy or unlucky that I have this kind of opponent in my first game. ’

Obviously, in Feng De's view, Zhou Bai was clearly not his opponent.

Because from a common sense point of view, the other party only has the cultivation of the fourth realm, while he has the cultivation of the sixth realm. It is not only the difference in the power of the soul, but also the difference in the degree of Taoism. , martial arts and other all-round gaps.

As for the nonsense about repelling millions of demons with a sword, he didn't take it to heart at all.

There was no question of victory or defeat. What really made Feng De feel troublesome was the various noises that kept coming to his ears.

"Feng De! Beat this boy up."

"Never give him a chance to surrender."

"At least break both of his legs."

Feng De's eyes were slightly moved. Obviously, the rumors were all the fairy gods who were angry with Zhou Bai yesterday. They couldn't wait for themselves to go to the stage to slap Zhou Bai.

‘It’s really troublesome. ’ Feng De thought to himself: “If things get like this, if I don’t teach Zhou Bai a lesson, their anger against him might be transferred to me.”

Thinking of this, Feng De had already made up his mind. After entering Daluotian time and space, no matter how Zhou Bai begged for mercy, he would beat him up.

As for the players at the table, most of the players who knew the gap between the two were obviously not optimistic about Zhou Bai.

"The realm is too different." Zhao Yue thought to himself: "I guess I will lose as soon as the war starts."

Tu Tianmo on the side said amusedly: "This Zhou Bai didn't give up? He must not know Feng De's realm, right? He is two full realms away, so he can't win at all."

This is also what most people present think. The fourth realm and the sixth realm... there is no need to fight at all. They are also two types of monks who would never fight at all.

After Feng De and Zhou Bai stepped into the whirlpool one after another, they only felt the colorful light in front of them turn slightly, and they had arrived on the bronze arena of Daluotian Spacetime.

Feng De turned his head and saw that Zhou Bai was already floating in mid-air under the influence of Yuanshen's power.

The other party had his arms folded on his chest, leaning back slightly, as if lying half on the air, looking at him with interest.

However, the gaze was full of a condescending meaning, as if humans looked at cats and dogs, which made Feng De feel uncomfortable.

Then he heard Zhou Bai say slowly: "After entering Daluotian time and space, the battle begins. Why don't you take action? If I take action first, you will have no chance."

Feng De suddenly felt a little funny. It was obvious that he was the one with far more power than the other party, but Zhou Bai in front of him looked like he was sure of himself. Those who didn't know thought he was in the 8th or 9th realm.

The confidence in the other party was simply inexplicable to Feng De, and he couldn't understand it at all.

Feng De's spiritual power slowly emerged from his body, and he said with an instructive attitude: "Let me tell you in advance, if you want to surrender, do it now. If we start fighting later, I won't give it to you unless I break one of your legs." A chance to surrender.”

"Also, keep a low profile from now on, and just give up when you encounter an immortal. You are already being targeted."

The next moment, Feng De's spiritual power had turned into eight different colors, wrapping him up. This was the Eight Diagrams Martial Soul Map of the sixth level of the Sword Map route.

It can condense its own spiritual power into eight kinds of different natures. Every blow has eight powers: shock, blast, split, collapse, explode, drill, poke, and penetrate.

Then he saw Feng De strike out with his palm, the strong wind exploded, and the air howled like a bomb exploding. The eight layers of spiritual power had been superimposed together, turning into an eight-color giant palm, and slapped hard at Zhou Bai. go.

But the next moment, Zhou Bai took a deep breath, and then with a loud roar, a violent air flow swept out, and the twisted air rose around Zhou Bai's mouth.

The atmosphere exploded directly in front of Zhou Bai, colliding hard with the eight-color giant palm.

Then, under Feng De's unbelievable gaze, he struck out with eight levels of power, and was dismissed by Zhou Bai.

'How can it be? ! ! ’ Feng De kept roaring in his heart: ‘This eighth-level attack of mine, even a strong body-refining expert at the same level cannot take it by force. He didn't move his hands or feet, and he couldn't move his soul power. He just roared away? ? ’

Feng De: ‘How strong does this guy have to be physically? ’

At the contestants' table, Zhao Yue's pupils seemed to have suddenly condensed to the size of a pinhead. The Demon Slaughter on the side was surprised: "You actually roared away Feng De's soul power? What kind of skill is this? This Zhou Bai is so powerful. means."

Zhao Yue said coldly: "It's not any method...but it's not any method...that's the scariest thing."

The Demon Slaughter laughed: "Okay, that's what makes it interesting."

Others around him were also shocked by Zhou Bai's performance. Several immortals and gods who were originally going to beat Zhou Bai severely suddenly became mute, just because Zhou Bai's strength was completely beyond their expectations.

In Daluotian time and space, Feng De, who was in shock, saw Zhou Bai looking at him with an indifferent expression, and said casually: "Do you want to surrender? You are too weak. If you continue to attack, I will Just breathe on it and you could die.”

Feng De recalled what he had just said about surrender, and his face suddenly turned red, as if blood was rushing to his head. His heart was filled with shame and anger, but he did not give up. Instead, he gritted his teeth and exploded. Full strength.

The power of his soul surged again, and the eight types of soul power turned into eight huge palms. Each of the big hands of the soul made different seals and punches, and directed towards Zhou from all directions. Bai's position was taken.

God Palm... Immortality Fist... Taiyi Five Elements Fist... Seven Stars Breaking Evil Fist... Whirling Palm... Bagua Wandering Dragon Palm...

Zhou Bai's position, with one blow, as eight powerful forces came, the air seemed to be blown away, and the entire space seemed to become a vacuum environment.

Facing Feng De's all-out attack, Zhou Bai still crossed his arms and looked like he was strolling around. He just opened his mouth and let out a breath at will.

As he breathed out, a condensed air mass surged out of his mouth. Accelerated by the power of Zhou Bai's lungs and soul, it exceeded the speed of sound as soon as he spoke.

The air mass then continued to accelerate crazily under the influence of Yuan Shen's power, turning into an extremely hot high-temperature and high-pressure air mass. Then, under Feng De's shocked eyes, he blasted his eight layers of power one after another, and finally fell in front of him and exploded.

ah!

Amidst the roar, Feng De used all his physical strength and spiritual power to block the bomb that was turned into a mass of air in front of him.

But as soon as his spiritual power came into contact with the gas, Feng De felt a tyrannical force that far exceeded the limit of his strength exploded in front of his eyes.

Feng De was blown away by waves of high-temperature shock waves. He slid all the way on the bronze ring. His feet slammed onto the bronze ground. His spiritual power exploded backwards, constantly trying to slow down and let himself go. Stop.

Feng De roared: "Ah!" The spiritual power on his body was layered upon layers, and he burst out with all his strength.

After retreating more than a thousand meters, Feng Decai finally stopped.

But most of the clothes on his body were torn to pieces, and his entire body was covered in blood and flesh, and was faintly charred.

He stared blankly at Zhou Bai, who was thousands of meters away, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: 'I actually blew a breath... I almost got killed? ’

The next moment, Feng De fell to the ground and fainted.

Watching Zhou Bai exhale and accelerate the air discharged from his lungs, many spectators and players present were stunned.