People suddenly discovered that Sima Bisheng, who was nearly meter tall, was wearing a golden helmet and a golden armor, held two pieces about five feet long and had an octagonal iron rod, and was also a strong rival to all the young masters in this championship.

"Another level 4?" Zhang Feng waved his two super long battle swords in his hand: "Even if all the young masters in the world gather together, are there too many fourth-level masters? When did the fourth-level masters become rampant like mice?"

The referee on the side shook his head when he heard this. There were more than a billion people in mainland China, and young heroes from all over the world gathered here. The two slaps in front of the fourth-level young master Ming could almost count them.

Wuming, Domotoki, Mingjian, Zhang Feng, Sima Bisheng, and the defeated Zhao Lengtong, the son of Light, Xiao Tianci, Wang Ruolin, and the fourth-level combat power that never showed, but everyone knew that he must have fourth-level combat power.

Finally, there is the disaster that was killed by Wuming. In an episode, Fabres, who was just cracked by Domotoki, is there any fourth-level master?

Among the billions of people, only a few fourth-level masters were even said to be like rats. The referee even had the idea of ​​immediately deciding Zhang Feng to lose.

Of course, the referee only dares to think about this idea in his mind. If he really does that, even if he has a fourth-level expert escort, the chance of him being able to walk out of the arena is probably less than 10%. There are all the audiences outside the arena, so it would be strange if he doesn't tear him down. Zhang Feng's popularity is still very strong.

"There are also strong and weak in the fourth level." Sima Bisheng gently shook the iron rod in his hand that seemed to be burned red by the extreme flame fighting spirit. He used his height to look down at Zhang Feng and said disdainfully: "Fabregas is also level 4, and he was killed by Domotoki with one sword."

"That's right." Zhang Feng nodded with agreement: "You are quite self-aware. You know that your fourth-level rookie is more powerful than my fourth-level real powerhouse. Just like the gap between the fool Fabregas and Domotoki."

"You" Sima Bisheng's murderous aura immediately soared a lot.

"Hahahaha...my dear brother, I can't even tell you that stupid mouth." Sima Wudi slapped the table with both hands and laughed and shouted: "I can't compare to Zhang Feng's slutty mouth. Do you want to harm others when you compete with him? You are the one who is really confused in this ring! Brother, I bet you for the defeat. For my poor money bag, you must lose beautifully!"

The audience, look at me, I look at you. What kind of brother is this? His brother lost with others. Not only did Sima Wudi not stand up for it, but instead shouted. He lost with his brother, but he also wanted his brother to lose beautifully?

Out of justice, the people once again pointed the food in their hands at Sima Wudi. No matter whether he had any magic protective covers, they would blow their breath first.

Wuming regretted the commentary seat a little. After Sima Wudi turned over the seemingly bastard words, he had already successfully reminded Sima Bisheng, who was angry with Zhang Feng, to calm down again. The throwing objects attracted by him also successfully diverted his attention to reminding his brothers.

"Is that true?" Sima Bisheng laughed instead of anger: "Then, let me show you your strength and let me see how much garbage comes out of a place where garbage gathers like the trap camp."

Zhang Feng's smiling face darkened for the first time, and his arrogant and arrogant aura suddenly became extremely cold: "What did you say just now?"

"You are garbage, the entire camp is garbage." Sima Bisheng said as if relaxed. Every muscle in his body was on alert. Zhang Feng's murderous aura told everyone clearly that he was really angry.

"garbage…"

"Trump!" It suddenly exploded in Sima Bisheng's ears like a thunder. Under the protection of the extremely flamed fighting spirit of the fourth-level combat power, Sima Bisheng's ears were still tinnitus. Zhang Feng's two life-threatening battle knives in his hand hit Sima Bisheng like a storm.

"Sima will be finished."

Liu Qiang's conclusion immediately received a group of gloomy soldiers nodded in agreement: "Play him to death!"

Everyone has a scale. Wuming's scale is the one in Xiao Apple and everyone in the camp. Isn't the scale of everyone in the camp Wuming? Xiao Apple and other companions in the camp?

As the first soldier who joined Wuming's army, they have feelings for Wuming and his pride in the camp. Others can call any of them mud, garbage, waste, or scum. They just smiled and said thank you.

But if someone says that the camp established by Wuming is a garbage force, I'm sorry! The soldiers and gangsters who have always had a very good temper can immediately become crazy tigers.

The Clan is their second family! Even for many soldiers who are alone, the Clan is their only home! Everyone in the Clan is their family and their closest relatives!

Insult me? Yes! Insult my home? My family! Fuck it! Let me die! This is the idea of ​​all soldiers in the camp!

"Sima will win! You're going to die for me!" Zhang Feng's knife revealed a strong smell of death.

Sima Bisheng desperately waved two iron rods to block Zhang Feng's knife. The knife that was a few points faster than the sound of the wind was killed. He didn't even have the chance to be disabled. He would definitely die if he was stabbed.

Two figures on the ring moved at high speed, and the sound of the collision of weapons was densely concentrated, just like dozens of people holding knives, and people only saw sparks splashing around on the ring.

Sima Bisheng was crying. He was also there to watch Zhang Feng’s fierce battle against Kou Lingfeng last time. After returning, he had simulated and speculated many times and found Zhang Feng’s gap weakness before he made a move.

He really wanted to anger Zhang Feng. Forcing the opponent to take action was a large-scale killer move, which might be the most labor-saving way to win. However, he never thought that a word of garbage could anger Zhang Feng to such an extent, and two knives seemed to be slashing wildly, but they cooperated with Wujian, and there were almost no serious gap flaws. Even if the flaws were occasionally exposed, they could break Zhang Feng's attack. They could not seriously damage Zhang Feng and could not achieve any effect.

This kind of desperate fighting style is not a unique move. It seems that the power of each attack is not the most powerful force, but the degree of danger is no less than the battle of a unique move.

After all, Zhang Feng was holding a knife in his hand, which could easily split a person in half.

"Brother is so handsome! Keep going! If you block a few hundred times or thousands more, even if Zhang Feng can't kill you, you will be exhausted!" Sima Wudi shouted again loudly: "Brother, I love you! In order to earn gambling for me, you bravely resisted the unfair arrangements of the family."

roar!

Sima Bisheng suddenly roared. The fighting spirit suddenly compressed and sprayed out. Two iron rods shook open the sword of Zhangfeng, and quickly retreated to the side. His arms trembled slightly, and he looked at Sima Wudi with a slight thankful look.

The entire fighting arena did not know why Sima Bisheng suddenly retreated after Sima Wudi called out. At least Sima Bisheng, who was in the process of letting go, did not show any disadvantage. If he continues to fight, it is not necessarily the successor of this hero family who will lose.

If you continue to fight, it won’t take long to see Sima win and lose! In the entire arena, only a few core figures of the Sima family know the reason.

"The second magical artifact of the Sima family is in the hands of this waste. The Crown of Super Sensation! It is said that you can know the opponent's attack trajectory in advance at the moment the opponent launches an attack, so as to easily break the opponent's attack. This is the real reason why Sima Bisheng can win with one move in every battle." In a corner of the rest area, Sima Qingshan, who had only one level of combat power but rushed into the top 63, smiled coldly: "Don't think that the artifact is a good thing that anyone can use! The Crown of Super Sensation consumes a lot of mental power from the user. If you don't click to defeat Zhang Feng quickly, you will definitely lose when the user can't concentrate!"

Sima Bisheng's face was as usual. Only on his forehead where others could not see it, sweat had already oozed out. Zhang Feng's attack was too fast! If it weren't for the help of the super-sensory crown, his fourth-level combat power alone would not have been able to stop the crazy and intensive attack of this madman.

"Call it? You can just scream?" Zhang Feng inserted the sword in his hand into the ring, and once again carried the weight of the wrist guards on his body, and then untied it. Every item hit the ground, causing the stone slab to crack immediately.

clang!

He grabbed the two swords inserted into the ground, and the pressure Zhang Feng put on people immediately soared again.

Sima Bisheng's passionate heart immediately became cold. When he just shook Zhang Feng's double swords, his arms were still a little sore. Are the people trapped in the camp really crazy? The burden that he lost when he defeated Kou Lingfeng last time was still worn on his body in the fourth-level battle today.

Arrogant? Or ignorance? Everyone in the fourth-level battle is of equal strength. If they don’t lose the opportunity to bear the burden, wouldn’t it be a loss if they lose?

The Jiyan Dou Qi had already reached its limit when the war started. Sima Bisheng's strength was not enough to increase, so he could only transfer the method of improving combat power to the artifact.

"The crown of super feeling, the second paragraph..."

Sima Bisheng's body trembled suddenly, and his high head quickly lowered.

After a moment of silence, Sima Bisheng slowly raised his eyes again and revealed that the pair of eyes, which were at first black, have now completely turned gray-brown, and the black pupils are particularly eye-catching.

Sima Bisheng looked at Zhang Feng with no expression on his face and said confidently: "I have seen through all the attacks in the world."

The extremely flame fighting spirit was still surging with an irritable heat flow, but the referee's body was filled with a strange cold flow.

"Is that true? Then how about the Yuan-Slaying that made Kou Lingfeng defeated?"

"Suppress the Yuan and kill?" Sima Wudi smiled strangely: "You will be defeated by your own Suppress the Yuan and kill."

"Super Sensation Crown, second paragraph?" Sima Qingshan's smile became even more weird: "Smart! Saving life is the most important thing. Even if it hurts the body, it is still suitable for being slashed by someone. The second paragraph of Super Sensation Crown is a magical power that can help users find out the enemy's flaws faster. But this kind of consumption is not something that anyone can consume. Even if you are a fourth-level expert, after fighting this battle, you can directly abstain from tomorrow's battle."

"Unknown General, do you personally think that will my brother win this battle or your powerful subordinate win this battle?"

Sima Wudi asked the voices of many viewers, and Wuming frowned: "Sima Bisheng's helmet has some problems, and there is a special power in it."

"It is the Sima family heirloom artifact with super-sense." There were also people in the crowd who were very knowledgeable and guessed the origin of the helmet.

In the Kingdom of Dragons, no one knows the names of various artifacts, but few people see the appearance and functions of the artifacts. Only the core figures in the family of the Five Heroes can know the advantages and disadvantages of their artifacts.

"Oh, insightful." Sima Wudi chuckled gently, admitting the existence of the artifact without any concealment: "Then, I will tell you again the powerful ability of the Super Sensation Crown! As long as the user wears the Super Sensation Crown, he can have the ability to predict the opponent's attack. He can even find out the fatal weakness of the opponent's attack in an instant. Mr. Zhang Feng, I advise you not to use the skill that defeated Kou Lingfeng last time. In terms of the Super Sensation Crown, you can only use it once at most. If you use it again the second time, you will definitely fail!"

Predict the attack in advance? and find out the weakness? Is there any need to continue fighting in this ring? Faced with a magic weapon that can predict attacks, no matter how powerful Zhang Feng is, what is the use? The people who support Zhang Feng suddenly cooled down.

This is the difference between famous families and civilians. They may not be strong enough to look down on others, but they have magical tools that can help them win in battle!

"Hmph! That's right! The unique skills from the trash army camp are also garbage." Sima Bisheng looked down at Zhang Feng with a high profile: "If you have new skills, use new ones. Don't use those insignificant things to insult our Sima family's super-sense artifact."

"Haha..." Zhang Feng smiled up to the sky twice, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he pointed at Sima Bisheng and shouted: "You brothers sang together, just to force me to use the Yuan-Pressing Slash again. According to my personality, I can ignore the provocation of you both. But today, I want to tell you something, don't think that a bird's nest on your head is a damn artifact! I will use the Yuan-Pressing Slashing!"

The earth suddenly burst. The fourth-level Vajra power and the fourth-level rocket legs, the huge recoil force made Zhang Feng's speed extremely fast, which made other top young masters in the rest area take a breath of air conditioning.

The sword flashed! A stream of blood spurted out from Sima Bisheng's shoulder! The sword flashed again, and Sima Bisheng's arm sprayed out another stream of blood.

How is it possible? Sima Bisheng was actually injured? The people in the stands were stunned by the sudden reversal scene. The opponent was wearing a magical weapon that could predict all attacks: the crown of super-sense!

Zhang Feng's speed is too fast. Sima Bisheng is a super-sense champion. He can predict Zhang Feng's attack method in advance, but his body cannot make counterattack or even blocking actions.

"How do you feel about the Sima family's waste? Look at the knife!"

Sima Bisheng's arm had another deep bone-visible scar.

"The crown of super-sense? I'm a warrior, I rely on external things without cultivating spiritual consciousness.

Zhang Feng's black shadow flashed and Sima Bisheng's long stick had just hit the gap where the figure had already been lost.

"If you don't have enough strength, what can you do if you predict it? You're just watching yourself die! Look at the knife!"

Zhang Feng's figure once again passed by Sima Bisheng's side, and also brought a flying blood.

"Super feeling! I'm so happy! Even if I tell you directly, what can I do if I want to attack your position? Next, I'll make you kneel down!"

Sima Bisheng's thigh exploded with flesh and blood, and the powerful impact came from behind his knees, making him kneel on the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

Sima Bisheng was completely silent. He had the super-sensory artifact, but was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back! All the Fierce Fighting Qi was compressed into his body! This self-harm method of compressing Fighting Qi to improve combat power is no less harmful to the body than the Fierce Fighting Resurrection Art.

"It's your freedom to say that I'm muddy. I'm originally muddy. But if my family's camp is garbage, I'll kill you! Look at me to suppress the Yuan and kill!"

"The third stage of the super-sensory crown! Extremely flame burning soul! Flame fights nine heavens!"

Sima Bisheng's eyes were spraying green light, and his fighting spirit suddenly surged. He took Zhang Feng's long stick in his hand and cut the only gap under his ribs!

Boom! The earth shook, Zhang Feng stood at the edge of one end of the ring, and Sima Bisheng behind him fell straight up. Except for the super-sensory crown on his head, he had not been damaged at all, his golden armor had already been deformed, and countless wounds that could be seen from the bone were spewing out blood like a spring.

"How is that possible?" The Sima clan stood up in one's hands except Sima Wudi.

The fourth-level strongman with a super-sensory crown, Sima Bisheng clearly hit Zhang Feng's gap. Why did the iron rod suddenly turn and bounce open at the critical moment, causing Sima Bisheng's middle door to open, and the slashing of the Yuan and slashing the right way, and the pleasure of being able to hit Sima Bisheng's body.

"Awesome, awesome..." Sima Wudi reacted first. He patted his palm gently, and there was no sadness in his tone of losing his relatives, as if he was an unconcerned audience: "Neon general. If I read it wrongly just now, the weakness of the Yuan-Slaying Slash should be indeed the only weakness when he launched an attack, right?"

"Yes." The nameless answer immediately attracted the admiration of the masters who saw the battle situation clearly.

"Hmph." Sima Wudi shook his head and smiled: "But unfortunately, the weakness has a strong defense. If you don't have enough strength to break through that defense, that weakness will become an advantage. Although my fool brother has the crown of super-sense, he has no ability to break through the defense. That's why he was defeated, right?"

"Yes." Wuming's answer was still brief.

The referee ran two steps to the center of the ring, checked Sima Bisheng for a little while, and turned around and said to the medical staff who rushed to the scene: "I'm killed in battle, no need to save me."

Dead? The atmosphere in the fighting arena is filled with a depressing and unpalatable pressure.
To be continued...