Meng Yi's figure flashed out more than ten meters, and his eyes fell on the long knife and the masked man holding the long knife.
As for the wound on his left arm, Meng Yi didn't even look at it since the injury began, as if the injury was not his body.
This kind of wound is a common occurrence for members of the law enforcement team, and even the wounds caused by normal training are much more serious than this.
"You are as fast as a tortoise. I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible to avoid injury. You are not responsible for anyone's life in the arena of the Nanchang Conference!" The masked man said "persuasion", twisted his wrist, and wielded a long knife as high as a person. He held it easily in his hand, the blade pointing directly at Meng Yi.
"Is it… "
Meng Yi narrowed his eyes, and all the blood and murderous aura lingering around his body was withdrawn, but his whole aura was raised to a higher level!
Everyone's eyes flashed as Meng Yi's figure disappeared from the spot, and there was a slight rustling sound above the ring.
"Huh?" The masked man caught Meng Yi's movements and raised his exposed eyebrows. Surprise flashed in his eyes. Obviously, Meng Yi's current speed was somewhat beyond his expectation.
Xuanyun Valley's attacks are known for their speed, and they can surprise the masked man, which shows how fast Meng Yi is now!
Clang! Meng Yi's machete collided with the masked man's long knife, and murderous intent burst out in their eyes at the same time.
In the audience.
The Nanyang Temple was also paying attention to the duel in the field. The old man looked at Meng Yi and spoke again, "This man is not simple. The person he was dueling with was Xuan Zhantian, who is known as the best swordsman in Nanchang and we tied. not simple."
Nan Yangze looked at Meng Yi's movements and narrowed his eyes slightly, but this time he did not refute the old man's words.
The battle between Meng Yi and Xuan Zhantian was a bit beyond people's expectations. Other spiritual beings came on stage. In order to save spiritual energy for the subsequent competition, most of them exchanged a few moves and then separated, and then fought again.
But Meng Yi and Xuan Zhantian were all fighting, fighting like swords and swords! This style of fighting puts both parties in a state of high tension, which not only consumes a lot of spiritual energy, but also puts a heavy load on the mental energy.
Both sides are in the realm of mysterious spirits. Whoever makes a mistake first will probably become the soul of the other party first.
The one who was most surprised was Xuan Zhantian. He was the number one sharp swordsman in Nanchang. Before he took the stage, he never thought that any of his peers in the Xuanling realm could compete with him!
Uh-huh!
The long knife was pulled horizontally, and the entangled figures separated. Meng Yi had another wound on his arm.
Meng Yi tiptoed, and his figure floated ten meters back. Just as he landed, a violent spiritual wind blew through, and Meng Yi's clothes were torn with more than a dozen holes. Although Meng Yi himself was not hurt, the broken clothes were still speechless. Tell everyone about the danger of the fight just now.
Especially on the chest, abdomen and ribs, the clothes have become rags. If Meng Yi had just finished one serving, the consequences can be imagined.
"The strength is good, are you interested in joining Xuanyun Valley?" Xuan Zhantian looked at Meng Yi and began to solicit.
Meng Yi still didn't answer. He slowly raised his left hand and clasped it on his shoulder.
With a hiss, Meng Yi pulled off his broken shirt, exposing his scarred body to the sun. Those scars made him breathe hard.
Xuan Zhantian's eyes also shrank for a while. When he saw the scars on Meng Yi's body, four words suddenly flashed in Xuan Zhantian's mind, experienced in many battles!
"It seems that you are going to fight to the death with me."