The death match in the cage was too unexpected by everyone, just one sentence, so that the death fight did not develop in a tragic way, and the punishment wind sitting in the seat understood the practice of no trace very well, although it seemed more cruel, but in this way, they could try to keep the strength of the forces outside the Heavenly Sword Mansion, their goals were the same, the enemy of the enemy, that is, their friends.

This time, there are only forty martial artists who participated in the deathmatch, and now that all the deathmatches are over, the next step is according to the previous rules, it should be a deathmatch between low-grade ones, and this time the low-grade martial artists are also the most, there are a thousand people.

Sure enough, Xiao He said loudly after the group withdrew, "The first group of low-grade people, seven zero to seven zero nine entered." ”

"Torture stone open, don't leave your hands, this is no better than outside. After hearing Xiao He's words, Nie Fengyun reminded Xing Feng that he could see that Xing Feng was not a person who loved to kill, for fear that he would not kill him during a death fight, the death fight in the cultivation field was not a playhouse, and the people who went in were either you dead or I lived, there was no second choice.

Xing Feng bowed slightly, and walked towards the cage quickly, just now he deliberately glanced at everyone present, but he didn't find Zhan Wuheng's figure, which also made him a little worried, will something happen during the buffer period on the first day? But after thinking about it, their strength is not weak, there shouldn't be too much of a problem, thinking of this, Xing Feng is not worried, now he needs to focus on the Shura Field Death Match.

The body of the torture wind flashed by like lightning, and after such a few breaths, he entered the cage, looking at the incomparably hard starfall iron, he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, if this is used to create a spirit treasure, the grade of the spirit treasure will also rise a few grades.

After a while, the participants in the first group of low-grade deathmatches all entered the cage, and Xiao He, who was standing outside the cage, saw this and announced loudly: "The deathmatch begins." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the cage quickly found the target for a while, and the people who participated in the death match were not like fighting in other places, they were timid, and the passive side here mostly ended in failure.

Xingfeng is different, in his code of conduct, people don't offend me, I don't offend people, so Xingfeng still stands quietly in place, if no one makes a move on him, he will not take the initiative.

Woohoo!

Suddenly, a rapid sound of breaking the air sounded, and Xing Feng had already reacted the moment he heard the sound, his body quickly leaned back, and he took out the Zhu Shen Sword from the space ring, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, supporting Xing Feng's backward body, and then with a force of his right leg, Xing Feng was in a backward posture, and slid backwards for dozens of meters before stopping.

Dodging the attack, Xing Feng straightened up, and looked at ten meters in front of him with sharp eyes, a young man in a black robe was looking at him coldly, when this person made a move, Xing Feng guessed the origin of this person, the number one killer organization of the Tenglong Dynasty, Mochizuki Tower.

"I didn't expect you to dodge my sneak attack, it seems that you are indeed the person we are looking for. The young man in the black shirt looked at Xing Feng playfully and said.

Hearing this, Xing Feng's face remained unchanged, and he said with a slight smile: "Really?"

"At first, I didn't believe it, until you dodged my attack, plus the sword in your hand, made me more sure of your identity, and it didn't hesitate for us to use a secret method to lower the realm to enter the Heavenly Sword Mansion and participate in the entrance assessment of the Heavenly Sword Gate. The black-shirted young man smiled wickedly and said, "Xingfeng, do you say yes?"

"You people from the Moon Tower, it's really ghostly, it's okay, I'll send you down this time. The torture wind said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the torture wind stepped out violently, and the spiritual power of the whole body surged out, with the release of spiritual power, the entire cage was covered by the Shura realm, for a while, the entire cage was blood-red, and the people in the Shura realm were oppressed to varying degrees, and some even couldn't resist the negative emotions of the Shura realm, and their minds were affected by the Shura realm and became a killing machine.

"Swift Dragon Slash!"

Xing Feng shouted, and a crimson sword qi was inconspicuous in the dark red Shura realm, and with extremely strong energy, it quickly slashed towards the black-shirted man.

In the face of the attack of the torture wind, the black-shirted young man did not retreat but advanced, and took a sharp step, and the powerful spiritual power roared in his body, and finally under the oppression of the Shura realm, a spiral of spiritual power was generated around his body, and then, his face was calm, and a black dagger appeared in his hand, and his body and the ground showed a horizontal state, quickly facing the sword qi of the Xunlong slash.

"Bang!"

When the dagger glowing with black light came into contact with the sword qi of the Swift Dragon Slash, there was a violent explosion, a dull sound sounded, and the red fire snake instantly submerged the black-shirted man, and a powerful energy surged from the contact point, and even the diamond floor appeared dense cracks.

And under the terrifying energy surge, the speed of the black-shirted young man's progress did not weaken, and the spiritual power cyclone around him forcibly blocked this tyrannical energy, and the dagger glowing with black light pointed directly at the throat of the torture wind.

Seeing the black-shirted young man smash the Swift Dragon Slash, Xing Feng's face became solemn, with the blessing of the Shura Realm, the Swift Dragon Slash he had just cast was enough to kill the ordinary Spiritual Condensation Realm Eightfold Martial Artist, and the strength shown by the black-shirted young man was much stronger than Xing Feng imagined.

In the face of the black-shirted young man's attack, Xing Feng did not choose to take it hard, he felt a strong spiritual power fluctuation in the spiritual power cyclone around the black-shirted young man, and this fluctuation obviously did not belong to the martial artists of the Spirit Condensing Realm.

With the increase in the Shura realm, the speed of the punishment wind is comparable to the speed of the black-shirted boy, and he retreats extremely quickly, not giving the black-shirted boy a chance to attack him, he has no way to break the spiritual power cyclone around the black-shirted boy now, and with the existence of the spiritual power cyclone, he can't really hurt the black-shirted boy at all.

Although Xingfeng deliberately did not confront the black-shirted boy, the black-shirted boy did not give him such a chance, in just a dozen breaths, they had fought dozens of times, and each time Xingfeng suffered a loss, and the clothes on his body had been torn.

If this is not the Shura Field, not the Trial City, Xing Feng is sure that he will be able to break through the spiritual power cyclone of the black-shirted boy, but now he doesn't want to use his hole cards, this is only the first day, and there are still more than two months to go, for the sake of insurance, Xing Feng still did not choose to reveal his hole cards and consume time with the black-shirted boy.

"You're the first person who's been fighting me for so long and hasn't been defeated. The black-shirted young man stopped his attack and said as he stood not far from Xingfeng.

"Wouldn't I be honored? Xing Feng stood ten meters away from the black-shirted boy with a smile on his face, and said, "Are you still fighting?" Don't beat me, I'll go home for dinner." ”