Chapter 1213 I Don't Even Need to Use My Hands to Kill You

Everyone was shocked to see that the person Yang Xiaotian drew in the first match of the second round was Song Andong of the Holy Dragon Sect.

Song Andong was surprised and looked ecstatic.

He was worried that Yang Xiaotian would be drawn by someone else.

He didn't expect that the God of Luck would favor him.

Seeing that Song Andong drew Yang Xiaotian, Chen Heng of the Qilin Clan looked at Chen Jing and Chen Fayong beside him inquiringly.

Didn't Chen Jing and Chen Fayong say yesterday that they couldn't arrange it?

Why did they arrange it now?

Chen Jing was also surprised. They clearly didn't arrange it yesterday.

"Young Patriarch, this is really a coincidence." Chen Fayong explained, "I didn't expect Yang Xiaotian to draw Song Andong in the first match." Then he smiled and said, "It seems that Song Andong is lucky."

Compared to the ecstasy of Song Andong, Chen Heng and others, Long Feiyi and the masters of Long Mansion changed their faces. Originally, they did not expect Yang Xiaotian to win any good ranking in the second round, but they did not expect Yang Xiaotian's luck to be so bad that he drew Song Andong as soon as he came.

"Xiaotian, be careful." Long Feiyi was in a complicated mood and worried. He told Yang Xiaotian, "Holy Fire, the four adults of the Emperor said that you must not be stubborn."

"Okay, Lord of the Mansion, I know." Yang Xiaotian gave Long Feiyi a reassuring look and smiled, "I won't be stubborn."

Long Feiyi was speechless to see that Yang Xiaotian was still in the mood to laugh at this time.

At this time, the drawing of lots ended.

One by one, the disciples entered the ring.

Song Andong had also been impatient to enter the No. 2 ring.

He came to the No. 2 ring, stood with his hands behind his back, and did not urge Yang Xiaotian, but stood quietly on the No. 2 ring and watched Yang Xiaotian walking towards the ring.

Yang Xiaotian, wearing a blue shirt, walked slowly onto the No. 2 ring.

Compared with Song Anton's excitement and excitement, he was calm and composed.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on the No. 2 ring.

Li Gensheng, the ancient ancestor of the Shenglong clan, looked at Yang Xiaotian standing on the No. 2 ring and said coldly: "Don't know whether to live or die!"

Obviously, he was still angry about Yang Xiaotian's threat to challenge all the participating disciples in the second round.

"This Yang Xiaotian is a bit disappointing." Li Qian looked at Yang Xiaotian and shook his head.

Originally, Yuanshi Holy Land had a disciple of the King of Chaos, and he was looking forward to this Yang Xiaotian.

But now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was very disappointed.

He also saw Fang Jian of the Fang family, but compared with Fang Jian, this Yang Xiaotian is simply a world of difference, the difference is too far.

It seems that even if Yang Xiaotian possesses the godhood of the King of Chaos, he is only a fake dragon.

Fang Jian is the real dragon.

Song Anton looked at Yang Xiaotian with a disdainful smile on his face: "Yang Xiaotian, I said yesterday that your luck in the second round will not be as good as the first round."

Yang Xiaotian's face was indifferent: "Really? Do you really think you are lucky?"

Song Anton walked towards Yang Xiaotian with his hands behind his back, and sneered at the words: "Yang Xiaotian, I don't need to use my hands to kill you." He just said this, suddenly, a figure flashed, and Song Anton didn't react before he felt a terrifying force suddenly hit his chest.

He was shocked, and in reaction, he tried his best to block this terrifying force with his palm.

But the strength of this terrifying force was far beyond his imagination, and his palm could not block it at all.

Bang!

The sound of bone breaking came from his palm.

Then, this terrifying force blasted through his palm and hit his chest.

A series of crackling sounds like firecrackers continued to ring out.

Pain!

Severe pain!

Song Andong was blasted away like a shrimp.

When he fell to the ground, Song Andong bent his whole body in extreme pain, his face flushed purple, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

At the same time, he looked at his right palm in pain.

His right palm was like a waste, completely soft there, and his five fingers could no longer stand up, like chicken claws.

"What?!"

Everyone looked at this sudden scene and felt at a loss.

"What's going on?!" Some ancestors didn't look closely just now, and when they turned their heads, they saw Song Andong falling on the edge of the ring, with a look of extreme pain.

Not only Liu Ming and Chen Heng were stunned, but even Long Feiyi and the masters of Longfu were also stunned.

Li Qian was full of astonishment, and Li Gensheng, who had just threatened to challenge all the participating disciples for Yang Xiaotian, was even more stunned.

Wu Xiaoqian of Tiannu Palace was like being struck by lightning again, her whole body trembled, and she felt that even her breathing became rapid.

Surprisingly, surprisingly!

It was him, really him? !

It was really him!

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

In her mind, the scene of Luo Jihu and his brother's chest being blown up again appeared.

"You, you!" Song Anton was spurting blood, and he looked at Yang Xiaotian in fear and anger, full of disbelief that he was actually given, given by this Yang Xiaotian!

Yang Xiaotian walked slowly towards Song Anton.

I don't know if it was because of the silence of heaven and earth, when Yang Xiaotian walked towards Song Anton, his footsteps were unusually loud, and every step of Yang Xiaotian seemed to step on the tip of everyone's heart.

"Are you sure you can kill me without both hands?" Yang Xiaotian looked at Song Anton, who was spurting blood, and his face was as calm as before.

Song Andong swallowed a mouthful of the Second Heavenly Dao Holy Water, struggled to stand up, roared, and frantically urged all his divine power. A terrifying aura surged from his body.

And Song Andong's aura was still rising.

Soon, Song Andong's aura reached the third level of the late God Emperor, and then the peak of the third level of the late God Emperor.

Buzz!

With a buzz, the fourth level of the God Emperor!

When Song Andong's aura broke through to the fourth level of the God Emperor, everyone was shocked.

"The fourth level of the God Emperor! Song Andong successfully broke through to the fourth level of the God Emperor!" Everyone was surprised.

Originally, Song Andong had been practicing hard in seclusion to break through to the fourth level of the God Emperor, and it turned out that he had succeeded.

"The fourth level of the God Emperor! Great!" Tianlong Holy Sect leader Liu Ming was also very excited.

Song Andong broke through to the fourth level of the God Emperor, and he only knew it now.

The fourth level is a watershed. Once he breaks through the fourth level, Song Andong's strength will be more than one point stronger than before.

"Yang Xiaotian, you die!" Song Andong roared, his eyes bloodshot, like a mad prehistoric beast, he suddenly rushed towards Yang Xiaotian and punched him.

His fist actually burst into flames.

And it was purple-red.

The space was actually sizzling with the burning of the purple-red divine flame.

Seeing Song Andong rushing towards him like crazy, Yang Xiaotian released the fourth-level aura of the Divine Lord, and the divine flames surged all over his body, and he punched out suddenly.

Yang Xiaotian's fist also burst out with flames.

And it was colorful.

It was the flame condensed by the six divine fires.

Bang!

Yang Xiaotian's fist force collided with Song Andong's fist force.

It was like two volcanoes colliding fiercely, and the space suddenly collapsed.

The sky and the earth seemed to explode, and waves of amazing fire waves hit the restrictions around the ring.