The game finally entered the third round, and the number drawn by Zhan Chen this time was No. 16, and those who could enter the third round were not to be underestimated. www.biquge.info What level of martial artist will you encounter this time? Is it the middle level of the Martial Saint, or the high level of the Martial Saint?

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice came from the lounge calling him to play: "No. 13 Leng Wuxin vs. No. 16 Zhan Chen!"

Zhan Chen's heart moved, and it was his turn again, so he stood up, strode out of the lounge, and walked towards the center of the arena.

When he came to the arena, he saw his opponent from a distance, Leng Wuxin, a strange fellow, dressed in a black robe, with a hat on his head, and a black mask on his face, covering his face tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

What kind of eyes are they! Although they are beautiful and beautiful as the stars, there is a faint coldness, ruthlessness, madness, and a hint of bloodthirsty scarlet in the depths of the eyes.

At this moment, the sense of familiarity in Zhan Chen's heart was awakened again, and he looked at him in a daze, trying his best to recall, where had he seen these eyes? Why was he so unfamiliar with Leng Wuxin's name, but when he saw him, he had such a strong sense of familiarity? And why did Leng Wuxin have to hide it when he played, was there any secret on his face that he couldn't see?

What made Zhan Chen even more confused was that Leng Wuxin didn't come forward to attack when he saw him, and he stared at him blankly, his eyes were constantly fluctuating, as if some emotion had been stirred and set off.

The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, so they stood quietly and watched silently, and for a moment neither stepped forward to attack the other.

This situation also greatly surprised the expectations of everyone present, I thought that the encounter between the two peerless geniuses must be a violent impact like Mars hitting the earth, but it was so calm and abnormal at first. All of a sudden, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Some of Xu Shan's admirers began to wonder: "What's wrong with Xu Shan today, it's a bit abnormal, didn't he defeat his opponent in the first two games? Even if he was against Xie Baicheng, who was at the middle level of the Martial Saint, he didn't encounter much difficulty, but now he met Leng Wuxin, who had only cultivated to the first level of the Martial Saint, why did he retreat? Xu Shan hurry up, and then go to the next city!"

Some other people who are optimistic about Leng Wuxin are also very puzzled: "Didn't Leng Wuxin attack first in the game just now?" Even in the face of a Martial Saint mid-level powerhouse, he can attack quickly, take it down quickly, and make a fatal move, if the referee comes out to stop the game, how can he become forward-looking when he meets Xu Shan?"

Some people even guessed: "Could it be that these two people have fought before, and they both know each other's strength, and they are testing each other?"

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For a while, there were different opinions, and there was no conclusion, and even Xue Guiyong on the field was a little impatient, and couldn't help but remind loudly: "Two, the game has begun!"

This made Zhan Chen react and asked Leng Wuxin a strange question: "Leng Wuxin, have we met before?"

Leng Wuxin didn't answer him, but took out his own sword, which was a black-blue sword weapon with a whole body, and there was a trace of cold and dark aura wrapped around the sword, making you feel a strange feeling that your soul was about to be frozen as long as you looked at it.

Seeing this, Zhan Chen's eyes froze, this must be an amazing holy weapon, at least a seven-grade sword weapon! So he also took out the Yin Yang Fish Dragon Sword and said, "Since you don't want to answer me, let me see your true face!"

Leng Wuxin didn't answer yet, Zhan Chen took a step towards him with Feihong Yingxue at his feet.

Leng Wuxin also walked out of a mysterious footwork under his feet, and his body became erratic, like a ghost, so he did not come into contact with Zhan Chen.

For a while, a strange scene reappeared, and the two chased each other in the field, and Leng Wuxin, who had always been ruthless, avoided Zhan Chen without fighting.

This only aroused Zhan Chen's anger even more, and he raised his hand to split out a sword qi, and the sword qi chased Leng Wuxin, his sword qi had the bonus of eighty percent Taiji sword intent and the Yin Yang Fish Dragon Sword, and its power was not inferior to the blow of a martial saint middle-level powerhouse.

However, Leng Wuxin's body method was light and swift, and he avoided the range of sword qi attacks with a single dodge.

"Hmph, I want to see how long you can dodge!" Zhan Chen smiled coldly, and slashed out several sword qi in a row, forming a sword net, sealing all the directions that Leng Wuxin could dodge.

Leng Wuxin couldn't dodge, so he had to stop and wave the sword in his hand, slashing out a sword qi to fight back.

The two sword qi collided in front of Leng Wuxin's body, triggering a powerful explosion and setting off a violent gust of wind, blowing away both his hood and the mask he wore on his face.

At this moment, Zhan Chen finally saw his face clearly, and was shocked, that familiar handsome face, he was afraid that he would never be able to forget it for the rest of his life, and couldn't help but exclaim: "How could it be you, Zhou Ziru?!"

Zhou Ziru saw that Zhan Chen recognized him, and his eyes fluctuated strongly, but he quickly stifled his feelings, and whispered: "Zhan Chen, you must have recognized the wrong person, I don't call Zhou Ziru, my name is Leng Wuxin!"

"Still talking nonsense, how do you know that my real name is Zhan Chen? You are Zhou Ziru, Ziru, tell me quickly, what happened to you? How did you become a demon cultivator?"

"Zhan Chen, forget about your brother, Zhou Ziru is dead, and there is only Leng Wuxin in this world. ”

"Tell me, why is that?!"

"Zhan Chen, if you want me to tell you, you can win the sword in my hand first!" Zhou Ziru said.

"Okay, look at the sword!" Zhan Chen rushed towards him again, and the Silent Killing Sword Sword Technique was used with all his might.

And this time, Zhou Ziru did not retreat, but met him, and shouted: "Dark Ice Sword Technique!" and displayed a set of strange sword techniques.

I don't know where Zhou Ziru came from, this set of swordsmanship is the best swordsmanship of the heavenly level, the sword is aggressive, and it is extremely vicious.

Although Zhan Chen's combat power is strong, when he duels with him, he feels that his qi and blood have a feeling of being frozen, and he has to use his strength to resist the cold qi on his sword, and he can't exert eighty percent of his strength.

Therefore, the two fought inextricably for a while, and they fought thousands of rounds in an instant, without being equal.

Seeing this, Zhou Ziru couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and said: "Zhan Chen, I didn't expect that the first battle between me and you after becoming a martial saint would be here, I finally caught up with you!"

Zhan Chen smiled slightly, and said, "Ziru, you still can't win against me, today I must tell me all what happened to you!"

So he suddenly stabbed a sword at Zhou Ziru's chest, and Zhou Ziru hurriedly returned his sword to block it, wanting to stop his sword.

At this moment, Zhan Chen's eyes widened, and he secretly shouted: "Repulsion!" A powerful repulsive force emanated from the Yin Yang Fish Dragon Sword, causing Zhou Ziru's sword to deviate a little in an instant, revealing a flaw.

He seized this opportunity to take the opportunity to raise his sword, and the tip of the sword stopped only an inch away from Zhou Ziru's chest, which also brought an end to the battle between the two.

Zhan Chen stared at Zhou Ziru tightly and said, "Ziru, you lost, can you tell me the reason now?"

Zhou Ziru's expression suddenly became lonely, and he smiled helplessly, and said: "Zhan Chen, it's too late, I can't go back! ”

"Don't say frustrating words! Ziru, come back to the Xuandao house with me, we must have a way to help you abolish the magic skills and return to being the righteous and straightforward Zhou Ziru in the past!"

"No!" Zhou Ziru's face suddenly became frightened, and he shouted loudly: "I won't go back, I can't go back!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Zhan Chen asked anxiously.

"Don't ask, I volunteered to become a demon cultivator, this is the path I chose!"

"No, I don't believe it, didn't you hate Demon Cultivation in the past and were incompatible? There must be some reason for this, why don't you say it, aren't we brothers?!" Zhan Chen's emotions were also very excited, and he didn't know what happened to him today.

Hearing the word "brother", Zhou Ziru's face changed, as if he was struggling.

Seeing that he seemed to be touched, Zhan Chen struck while the iron was hot and said, "Ziru, I know that you will choose to become a demon cultivator, there must be something unspeakable, but you don't carry it alone, so nothing can be solved!"

"No, you can't solve it for me, I've been poisoned, it's the most difficult poison in the world, I'm not saved!" Zhou Ziru roared in pain, and suddenly got up, put up Zhan Chen's sword, and took a few steps back.

Zhan Chen wanted to step forward when he saw this, but he heard Zhou Ziru shouting: "I admit defeat!"

"Leng Wuxin admits defeat, Xu Shansheng!" Xue Guiyong immediately announced.

Zhou Ziru then turned around and walked towards the outside of the arena without looking down, and Zhan Chen finally found him, where would he let him get away easily, and hurriedly followed.

The two came all the way to the outside of the arena, and Zhou Ziru turned around and asked, "Zhan Chen, when are you going to follow me?"

Zhan Chen said stubbornly: "I won't let you disappear in front of my eyes again, it's been ten years, I finally found you, you know that I am thinking about you day and night!"

"I really want to leave, do you think you can keep me?" Zhou Ziru said again.

"I'll chase you to the ends of the earth!" Zhan Chen said categorically.

"Okay, you come and try it!"

With that, Zhou Ziru threw off his footsteps and rushed towards Zhongyu City with all his might, while Zhan Chen also used Feihong Yingxue to follow closely. However, soon, he gradually couldn't keep up with Zhou Ziru's footsteps, and could only watch his back get farther and farther away from him, and finally disappeared into the city gate.

When Zhan Chen arrived at the gate of Zhongyu City, all he saw was the vast sea of people, how could there be any trace of Zhou Ziru?

"Damn, I didn't catch up!" Zhan Chen clenched his fists with remorse, letting his nails sink into the flesh, he knew where he lost, he lost on the footwork, Zhou Ziru used the footwork of the upper grade of the heavenly step, and his Feihong Yingxue step was only the lower grade of the heavenly step.

Now that the matter is overwhelmed, Zhan Chen wants to make amends, but it is too late, he can only look at the bustling avenue out of thin air, and he is melancholy.

In the end, he had to sigh faintly, turned his head helplessly, and went back to the arena alone......