After a breath of time, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, and a moment later an extremely agile aura sword appeared in his mind, and it moved extremely fast in the void. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yu felt that his body and the aura sword seemed to merge into one, he was the aura sword, and the aura sword was him.

"The Spiritual Qi Sword can be used like this!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Yu's mind, and he actually vaguely touched a trace of the sword way.

While!

Suddenly, a deafening sound of metal crashing came, causing Zhao Yu to wake up from his enlightenment.

After passively defending against a cup of tea, Lu Meng suddenly launched a fierce counterattack.

One of the weakest scar-faced men among the eleven slave fighters suddenly slowed down due to excessive physical exertion.

Lu Meng was in the midst of lightning and flint, and a sword swept towards six or seven weapons, and he was about to knock them out, and then he turned into an afterimage and reached the front of the scar-faced man in a flash.

In an instant, Lu Meng threw a punch and slammed it into the scar-faced man's chest, causing him to fall directly to the ground with a suffocation in his chest.

The punch was so powerful that it knocked him unconscious.

Swish!

Immediately, Lu Meng turned into an afterimage and rushed out from the original position of the scar-faced man.

After a breath, an afterimage appeared behind a short-haired slave fighter. With a snort, the blue sword made a strange trajectory on the back of his neck.

In an instant, the head of the short-haired slave fighter also flew out, and blood immediately splattered to the ground.

Snort!

Lu Meng's body turned into more than a dozen afterimages in the blink of an eye, as if they appeared in front of or behind the nine slave fighters at the same time, the sound of sword qi breaking through the air was endless, and the blue long sword cut off all their heads like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Immediately, nine heads were thrown into the air, and countless blood and water were sprinkled to the ground like raindrops.

Good! Good!

Many of the monks in the audience applauded when they saw such a bloody scene, and their eyes flashed with fanatical looks.

Ever since Zhao Yu touched a trace of swordsmanship, his mind had become very ethereal, making his eyes also have a magical transformation.

Lu Meng's swift sword momentum seemed to have become very ordinary in Zhao Yu's eyes, and his eyes were able to see any slight changes in the blue long sword.

If Zhao Yu was to fight against Lu Meng who was holding the blue long sword with his bare hands at this time, he could judge the slightest change in the blue long sword in an instant, and any change would not escape his eyes.

In a life-and-death struggle, a split-second advantage can turn into a final winner.

In the deafening applause, Lu Meng, who was like a god of war, was teleported away.

Immediately, one by one, the high-grade purification talisman flew into the arena where blood was splashed everywhere, and after a while, all the blood disappeared, and even a trace of blood could not be smelled.

"Everyone, please take a break, there will be more exciting duels later!" After a while, the middle-aged monk who presided over the dueling said to the monks watching the game with a smile on his face.

"What's the next game?" Suddenly, a middle-aged monk behind Zhao Yu asked softly to the old monk on the side.

"The second game was even more exciting than the first, it was a minotaur vs. slave fighter. The old monk smiled and whispered.

"Attention, everyone, the second tournament is about to begin, with the Minotaur on one side and the Slave Fighter on the other. After about a stick of incense, the middle-aged monk who was presiding over the duel shouted again to the monks watching the match, smiling and shouting again.

A moment later, a giant man with a bull-headed human body teleported into the arena, he was a foot tall, wearing thick armor, and bull's eyes the size of copper bells were blood-red.

The Minotaur held a huge axe weighing a hundred stones in his hand, and scanned the Terran monks around him with contempt with blood-red bull eyes.

Many Terran cultivators with lower cultivation levels were swept away by his murderous gaze, and they immediately felt trembling all over.

However, many Terran monks with high cultivation seemed to be enraged by the contemptuous eyes of the Minotaurs, and their eyes showed anger, eager to rush in and kill him immediately.

Whew!Whew!

Suddenly, three more slave fighters were teleported into the arena, all of them tall and strong, armed with heavy swords, great knives, and maces.

"Hmph, damn the Terrans!" the Minotaur snorted coldly, snorting at the three slave fighters.

As soon as the words fell, the minotaur raised a huge axe and slaughtered the three slave fighters ten feet away.

The three slave fighters seemed to be a little afraid of him, and there was a slight look of horror in their eyes, but they didn't take a step back, and after two or three breaths, they stood in a very tacit formation that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The minotaur in thick armor seemed to be very heavy, and immediately made a "thump" sound when he stepped on the ground.

After a few moments, the Minotaur strode up to the three slave fighters, and then he raised his huge axe weighing a hundred stones and flew towards the slave fighters in the middle of the three.

Almost at the same moment, the heavy swords, giant knives, and maces in the hands of the three slave fighters all attacked the minotaur.

When!when!

The Minotaur's body suddenly emitted a violent aura, and the giant axe in his hand turned into an afterimage and slashed towards the three weapons.

In an instant, a deafening metal crash sounded, and then the heavy sword, the giant sword, and the mace were all knocked out.

They turned into three streamers of light, whistling through the air and flying into the distance.

Three breaths later, three lightning bolts of light struck the three streamers, and they crashed heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for the mana ban around the arena, I was afraid that they would fly to the monks watching the game outside the arena.

By this time, the three slave fighters had already been cut in two by the minotaur with a giant axe, and blood and internal organs were dripping all over the ground.

"Everyone, pay attention, if there is a monk below the "Qi Mu" realm who is willing to duel with that minotaur and defeat him, our Athletic City is willing to give a heavy reward of 300 million gold bars, but if he is killed by the Minotaur, this Athletic City will not be responsible. A moment later, the middle-aged monk who was presiding over the duel match suddenly said loudly.

"That Minotaur's cultivation is in the late stage of the 'Nine Fists' realm. ”

"Fighting against the same realm, I'm afraid that the Terran monk is definitely not the opponent of that minotaur. ”

Hearing this, many monks began to talk about it.

However, after a cup of tea, none of the Terran monks stood up to fight.

At this moment, the corpses of the minotaur and the three slave fighters in the arena have been teleported, and the arena has been cleaned with the Purification Talisman.

"Does anyone want to fight? If after a while, no one comes out to fight, then the heavy prize of 300 million gold bars will be canceled. Soon after, the middle-aged monk who was presiding over the duel asked again aloud.