Seeing that the final moment of Luo Xingchen's cultivation is over, the battle will officially begin after Yizhuxiang.
But the huge six-thousand-square-meter arena was empty.
This is Tianzi No. 62, which is much more spacious than Tianzi No. 78.
Because considering that the stronger the martial artist, the greater the destructive power, the ring is too small and too much restraint.
Six thousand feet is basically nothing. If you can't control it, take one more step and you will fall into the ring.
This completely tests the martial artist's grasp of skills and strength.
"I'm going... This guy, won't you be late again, what the hell is he doing?"
In the second row, someone murmured, Luo Nanshan, why is he late every time, so he didn't know why he thought he had given up.
"Hey... I really don't understand. This little-known character is no longer at the same level as us. Doesn't it need to be so concerned?"
Jian Lan sighed slightly. If it weren't for Tianying's invitation, he really hadn't planned to come over today.
Tian Ying has always had a cold face, and said in a deep voice: "I have been very interested in Human Race recently. There are some secrets. You know, Tian Lin Demon, whose whereabouts is unknown, it is said that a group of Human Race broke into here with The Great Sage and the domain master realm have captured his design.
Suddenly, a human prisoner appeared, and the spread went viral. I want to know if there is a relationship between them. "
Lei Ba's eyes were cold, and there was violence hidden in his eyes: "I see any human race now, and I want to blow them up!"
Ke Moyou, on the other hand, closed his eyes and was content with satisfaction: "If he comes, he will be at ease. If he has a name, it would be interesting to see this kind of scum being tortured and killed. If he really has the ability, Let me remove his soul, and for you and me, reduce a competitor."
Tianying looked at him with a cold look, which is not a gesture. There will always be this kind of look in his pupils. It is harder to make him smile than to reach the sky.
"Hey, here he is!"
Someone sighed in a low voice, all eyes were cast on a person walking from the dark road, bare-handed, his mouth was covered with beard, and it seemed that he hadn't been trimmed for a long time.
I kept walking with my head down, but I didn't raise it, it seemed that something was brewing.
When he stepped onto the ring, he just looked up and said indifferently: "The second round of challenge, let's start."
He is the defender and the attacker, all sent by the organizers of the hell arena, and each one is carefully selected and is a top-notch fighter in the early stage of the Earth Element Realm.
As long as he never fails, he can continue to challenge.
The first challenger, carrying a six-foot long knife, and the six-fold spiritual seal of the sword demon, is extremely cold.
When Luo Xingchen entered the Earth Element Realm, it was when he swallowed the Shijue Ice Soul Pill and fell asleep for ten years. Therefore, in the Earth Element Realm, he had never condensed a spiritual seal totem. So far, he has seven spiritual seals.
It can be seen that the Demon Race has condensed spiritual seals, and it is possible to become a supreme genius in the future. There are not a few, this is one of them.
Swordsman, cross-brows cold-eyed, not afraid of thousands of troops, the sword is domineering, and overwhelming!
The opponent has already released a strong coercion, also known as the gravitational field, before the opponent has made a move, so that you can't move, and you can't get back to the sky!
The earth element realm merges with the earth arteries to fight, which can continuously absorb the terrain, making one's sword power stronger.
To break this pressure, you must have a strong will and the means to counter the gravitational field.
The knife did not move, the force was in the air, and the hurricane swept across the land. The clothes of the two men were all touched by the gale.
"Unexpectedly, the first time I was sent out, this guy with a face and a face, Tyrant Sword."
Yang Gu held his breath, his eyes trembled.
After 50 years of immersion in the Earth Element Realm, he defeated all his opponents and angered the giants of the late Earth Realm. The thing he feared the most was his natural power. He had a skillful sword and was known as Broken Mountains and Rivers.
The two looked at each other, rubbing their fighting spirit, one silent and the other silent.
This seems to be a clean and unobtrusive battle!
The six-foot long knife cuts all over the solitary grave, under the domineering knife, no living person is left—
"Knife Dao Sheng Jue! Catch the dragon in the sea!"
The body of the overlord sword jumped up, like a thunder and lightning, and slashed towards Luo Xingchen's Tianling Cap, the sword-like shadow of the sword, surging out a demon god's form, and then turned into a dragon and a tiger!
The strong might makes the air suddenly chill, oppressive, shocking the soul.
Under normal circumstances, the ordinary Lingyuan realm is consummated, although it can move, it will become slow, like a snail, a single stroke is enough.
Luo Xingchen closed his eyes and focused on this kind of sword, and it was an unprecedented feeling. Compared with the sword gesture of the Emperor Qiong sweeping thousands of troops, it was more like treating sentient beings as enemies, crushing to the end and pushing everywhere!
The six layers of sword intent and spiritual seals are combined into one, like a thunder line array, radiant and dense, leaving no room.
Luo Xingchen's body moved just when the power of this mad waterfall hit, it was shaped like a gust of wind and rain, fast and slow, fast like a flowing shadow, slow like a flowing cloud, unpredictable, but it has always been able to avoid these. Tyrannical.
Keeping dodge, jumping four times, he was forced to the edge of the ring with the power of the sword by the sword intent of the overlord!
A magic dragon, with five claws, can turn the rock into powder, turn it into a bright arc, cut at him, almost split him in half.
Half of the foot has been stomped in the air, and the body is leaning back, and there is a momentum of turning over.
That devilish energy possesses endless power and is very dangerous.
"Chi!" A ray of light, as if to tear him apart, finally poured into his body, gushing out, passing through his chest!
However, afterwards, this figure gradually became blurred, scattered as a cloud of smoke, drifting in all directions, and turned into nothing.
The real Luo Xingchen had already arrived behind Tyrannical Dao, punching it out!
"Boom!"
A punch broke the backbone of Ba Dao, blood was spilled from Ba Dao's mouth, his magic pupil was red, his teeth were gritted, his elbows were leaned back, and he slammed!
Luo Xingchen was hit in the chin and flew upside down, wandering in the air, his hands clasped together, it seemed that he was very light and did not touch the ground for a long time.
"Afterimage, this speed..." Tianying frowned, very solemnly.
"Good health."
Lei Ba's eyes trembled, staring at Luo Xingchen's body, shaped like a flowing cloud, extremely light, with his toes touching the ground, as stable as Mount Tai.
Luo Xingchen seemed to be fine, but Tyrant Sword seemed to be injured.
Ba Dao turned around and stared at him, his eyes cold.
His attack just now was as powerful as cotton, but it all failed.
This chilled him, which made him dissatisfied.
"Break the military style! One cut!"
The body of the tyrant is like a mad dragon going out to sea, whirling around, rolling up a tornado, and collapsing every inch of the mountain.
The slate was crushed by the storm, and condensed by the formations, intact.
This is because the floor of the hell arena is blessed with formations, which is quite special.
If it were changed to other places, it would have been a mess.
The wind devastated the earth, shattered the rock, and stepped a thousand miles. This style, when the strong used it, could surely destroy the sun and the moon.
This is the magical demon clan's holy magic, whirlwind cut!
The gale quickly approached Luo Xingchen, and he felt a tearing pain in his body, spreading.
Such a speed surprised him. At this moment, he is actually unable to face such a speed. The way of flowing light also needs the support of strength. His strength is suppressed by the Erti Dan, and he can only run at the level of the spiritual abyss perfection. .
This move made him jealous, and the crisis of death came to his mind.
He had to concentrate on moving his body, using the way of flowing light, turning his body into a flowing light, but was still pierced through the chest by the sword of the tyrant. He trembled suddenly, staring blankly, hanging his head, eclipsed.
"Huh? Tyrant Sword won?" Leiba was particularly shocked. Tyrant Sword's move was also beyond his expectation. At this speed, he had to avoid three-pointers.
Tianying, the intent to fight in his eyes, it is possible that if they don't work hard, in the future, many Demon Race's Tianjiao figures will have the opportunity to surpass their first-class Tianjiao. This is not alarmist.
"Bao Dao, underestimate you, another day, you and me swords, maybe we can face off."
Jian Lan clenched a fist and drank lightly, staring at the domineering sword, also igniting the fighting spirit.
The sword intent remained on Luo Xingchen's chest, burning his body, tearing his lungs, devouring his vitality, the red light, intertwined with blood, Luo Xingchen, became bloody.
Tyrannical sword stared at his hanging face like this, unable to see his appearance, but indifferently said: "You have already lost, I will not leave alive people, especially the human race. But before you die, there are still What's the problem, I might be able to make you die."
Luo Xingchen slowly raised his head, his breathing was intermittent and very disordered.
"Heh..." On his pale face, there was still a slight smile: "Your body style, have you ever entered the Tao?"
Typing the sword every word, shouting like thunder: "The Way of the Wind!"
Luo Xingchen's face was sweating, and he smiled reluctantly: "The Way of the Wind, yes, no wonder..."
The Dao of Wind is not one of the ten extreme speed avenues of Chaos, but it is second only to these ten. Luo Xingchen’s martial art realm is obviously inferior to the Domineering Dao. Therefore, he uses the Dao of Streaming Light, the superior speed avenue, only Able to beat the tyrant knife.
As a result, he was really injured, the pain of crushing his flesh, the magical accumulation swallowing his life force, it was so painful, the power of the six-foot magic knife is comparable to the great annihilation technique, but its attack is more accurate. , The unity of form and spirit, attacking the enemy at one place, with less effort.
"Your speed is also very fast. What a pity, if you are not a human, if you repair your sword or sword, I may let you go. It will be long in the future, and you can slowly learn.
However, first, you are not the orthodox of the demons, and second, you are neither sword repair nor sword repair. You can only use fists and feet, and will not use the power of weapons. It is a waste of this speed. Physical training is incomparable with me.
So... I can only send you to hell-prepare to die. "
The will of Tyrannical Blade began to converge seriously. He only needs to gently twist the handle of the sword, and with explosive power, he can shatter Luo Xingchen's body and win victory.
Watching the battlefield, everyone from the Demon Race looked indifferent, and didn't care about Luo Xingchen's life and death.
Zi Ning subconsciously frowned and curled the corners of her clothes, always feeling a little regretful in her heart.
Although the man in front of him seemed a little stupid, a little stupid, but this kind of talent is really good.
In the previous ten battles, Luo Xingchen's way of solving the battle was very domineering. Almost all of them were to defeat the enemy with one punch. The fist was the last word. The iron fist was invincible and defeated the opponent without any effort. Jian Yao was easily defeated by Luo Xingchen.
She knows that if you don't talk about the speed of cultivation, and just rely on your comprehension, Luo Nanshan is definitely better than Jian Yao. As for whether it can be compared with Jian Lan, his brother Lei Ba, and Tianying, it will take time to verify.
It is such a Tianjiao figure who has to assume the status of a human captive and is despised by others.
Zi Ning was emotionally uncomfortable, a little unbearable.
"If you have nothing to do with the human race, that would be great..."
Zi Ning raised her head and looked at Luo Xingchen, whose fate was about to fall in the hell arena. In her ears, she heard noisy discussions.
"This guy, haha! He's done!"
"It's a pity that all the billions of superb spirit crystals are bleached. If they were given to me, it would be great. I can at least be promoted to Wanyijing without worrying about the shortage of resources!"
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"Moro is extinct!"
The tyrant roars violently, sharp knife, red light shines! The handle of the knife is shaking!
Luo Xingchen seemed to be unable to return to the sky, and kept his head down. He suddenly raised his head suddenly, grinned, and smiled strangely: "Hey, I think I still have a hard fist!"
Pa Dao's eyes trembled, his eyes violently opened!
"Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom—"
Luo Xingchen grabbed the blade of Tyrant Sword in one hand, not caring about the pain, and drew the sharp knife from his body abruptly, splashing blood three feet, and then, he clenched his fist and slammed it against Tyrant’s face and chest. , Counting punches in a row, pulling the mountains and shaking the mountains, shaking the earth, deafening...