In the midst of everyone's shock, Wen Yuanzheng shook his hand and sacrificed a heavy sword as wide as the palm of his hand, and slammed the ground like a cheetah~щww~~lā

Wen Yiming moved!

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'Bang!'

The Spirit Ruins space exploded!

Sacrificial blows, death will pervade!

A resolute emotion of forgetting life and death renders the atmosphere extremely heavy in an instant!

Volleying out of the stick, the thousand pounds of heavy sticks that slashed down diagonally, and the dull stick wind brought up stimulated the eardrums of those who approached it, as if it was a heavy bass that was opened to max.

At this moment, Wen Yuanzheng's whole body was full of cold hair, and a breath of death almost suffocated him.

'Impossible!' The fury in his heart, under the triple explosion of Wen Yiming's concentration, Wen Yuanzheng was forced to play all his hole cards. At the same time as the clicking sound came out of his mouth instantly, the blood-spilling eyes were extremely hideous under the dense blue lines, like a bloodthirsty demon.

Wen Yiming's speed was so fast, and he came first, so that Wen Yuanzheng's idea of wanting to attack was instantly frustrated, and he fell into passive defense in an instant.

Rising up, Wen Yuanzheng twisted his waist in the air and exerted his strength, and with the sound of the heavy sword cutting through the air, he slashed at the thunderous long stick obliquely.

'Puff~~~!'

The deafening sound was followed by a series of rattles.

The heavy sword, cut off in the click, mixed with the sound of broken bones, Wen Yuanzheng's figure rushing forward, like a badminton ball was slammed into the metal ring.

Blood spurted out of Wen Yuanzheng's mouth and splashed down all over the ring.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Yiming landed, and after stepping back three steps in the ring, he stabilized his body with a long stick to support the ring, and a touch of purple turned into mist and dissipated at the end of the long stick.

Wen Yiming's golden red eyes were already bloodshot, and a blood mist appeared from the sleeves of his arms, swirling among the white hair that was still flying, like Shura.

Breaking through to the samurai stage, the triple explosion under the cultivation surge made Wen Yiming's body unbearable, which he did not expect. The surging blood was forcibly pressed down by him, and once again there was an extra cold breath in his heart, which made him quite headache. However, without the function of the Dragon Devouring Beidou, the cold qi of the Xuan Needle was still being slowly refined, which made him a little puzzled.

There were only three voices in the entire square at the moment.

The heavy breathing of the spectators.

Wen Yuanzheng's voice coughing up blood constantly.

Wen Yiming's sound of blood dripping from the tiger's mouth in the ring.

The scene just now was too shocking, from the time Wen Yiming howled and went berserk, to Wen Yuanzheng, who was slapped into a dead dog with a stick, it was only ten seconds at most. And it is estimated that it will only take one or two seconds between the fights, and life and death will be separated!

Everyone compared to the people who were standing and lying in the ring, and they didn't have any feelings in their hearts.

From beginning to end, the shock in the hearts of all the elders and high-level officials was constantly escalating, and at this moment, no one was not standing, and they were all numb.

The samurai was ninety percent of the Great Perfection and was defeated by a samurai's first-level martial arts cultivator. And there is no need to make any more moves, let him lie in the ring, at most ten minutes, Wen Yuanzheng will become a real dead dog.

In other words, Wen Yuanzheng was in Wen Yiming's hands, and he really couldn't even catch a stick. When the heavy sword was shattered, his arms were instantly split into shape, and the aftermath destroyed his left shoulder, and his sternum was shattered.

It's too fierce to describe.

Everyone knows that Wen Yuanzheng will be scrapped even if he is saved.

"Wen Yuanzheng! I said, if you can catch me with a stick, I won't kill you today. It's a pity, you will definitely die!" Wen Yiming stood beside him and said.

Zhan Tai frowned and stepped out, glanced at Wen Yuanzheng, who was lying on his back, raised his head and said, "Yiming, stop here!"

At this time, a terrible shout accompanied Wen Yuancheng's figure climbed into the ring in a panic, rushed to Wen Yuanzheng, and cried, "Brother, brother, hold on, I will immediately send a message to ask my mother to bring the fourth master over."

Wen Yuanzheng's anger was like a gossamer, the red in his eyes had long since faded, mixed with blood and vague gasps. Intermittently said, "Brother Cheng, take me, take me back to the palace, cough cough"

A cold look flashed in Wen Yiming's eyes, and he looked at Zhan Taidao and said, "Uncle Shi, please forgive my nephew for being rude, Wen Yuanzheng will die today." Before Mrs. Zhan could speak, Wen Yuancheng had already raised his head, his resentful eyes glared at Wen Yiming fiercely, and he raised his halberd and pointed, "Wen Yiming, you dare!"

Qiu Youtao stood in the elder seat and didn't come over, looking at Wen Yiming so coldly from afar.

He seemed to have a contemptuous face, but in fact, he was shocked inexplicably in his heart, and the talent shown by Wen Yiming could only be described as a demon. He had already felt a great crisis, and he was already thinking about how to get rid of this person as soon as possible.

In his opinion, whether Wen Yiming kills Wen Yuanzheng or not, the Mingyang Mansion will not let this person go, but he is really afraid of long nights and dreams.

This man is not dead, and he is not at ease. Wen Yuanzheng is the best example.

Feeling Qiu and Tao's gaze, Wen Yiming only glanced at it slightly, and then retracted his gaze, he knew Qiu and Tao's thoughts very well, and he didn't pay attention to this at all. Qiu and Tao want to get rid of him, why shouldn't he be like this.

If you don't cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots, there will be endless troubles, and you can't be soft on the mysterious force like the altar. As for leaving a live mouth for interrogation, Wen Yiming felt that it was no longer possible.

Looking at Wen Yuan's fierce and restrained fierce appearance, Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, suddenly raised his hand and scratched his head and smiled at Zhan Tai and said, "Uncle Shi, he is threatening me."

The two-thousand-pound long stick was uncontrolled, as if it was falling freely, and smashed down towards Wen Yuanzheng's body.

When Wen Yuancheng first saw Wen Yiming's helpless face, and when he was a little relieved, he found that the long stick had actually smashed down towards his brothers, raised his right hand and prepared to catch it, and at the same time said angrily, "Wen Yi!"

This time, the audience was not shocked again, they all opened their mouths wide, and their faces were full of puzzlement.

At this moment, the scene that appeared in front of everyone was that Wen Yuancheng failed to take the baton, and his right hand was directly dislocated, and the purple long stick with its own huge weight smashed Wen Yuanzheng's brain.

No one thought that Wen Yuancheng would not even be able to catch a long stick, even Mrs. Zhan never thought of it.

And Wen Yuanzheng's death, in the eyes of everyone, is undoubtedly too comedy, he was stoned to death by a stick that fell freely, how bitter it is, I am afraid that it will not be gone.

Wen Yiming pretended to pick up the long stick in a panic, and said embarrassedly, "Uh, I'm sorry! I was frightened by your threat just now, and I was distracted for a while, alas!"

Wen Yuancheng didn't shout anymore, he was already stunned when he stroked his right shoulder with his left hand, and the two-thousand-pound long stick not only pulled his right arm out of the mortar, but also forced a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

And the corners of Zhan Tai's mouth twitched fiercely twice, and after knowing that he was being placed by Wen Yiming, he couldn't wait to slap him away. Suppressed his anger and snorted coldly, walked to the ring with his hands in his hand, and said to Tang Xiaoxuan angrily, "This is your siege, I don't care." ”

Tang Xiaoxuan glanced at Mrs. Zhan disdainfully, "It's very much to my liking, who dares to punish Wen Yiming for this, I'm sure of it!"

After speaking, he directly put on a pretty face, and poured up Zhenyuandao, "The two of them have an oath in front of them, and life and death have their own destiny." If anyone is entangled with this again, Hugh blames this seat for making a move. ”

Feeling the murderous aura of the Rakshasa Woman's body full of frost, the audience was silent, Wen Yuancheng's devouring eyes stayed on Wen Yiming's face for a moment, gritted his teeth and helped Wen Yuanzheng's body up, and walked out of the ring on his shoulder.

Tang Xiaoxuan turned her head and glanced at Wen Yiming, and said coldly, "Don't get out of here, disrupt the battle of the two cities, go back to the back mountain to be confined, and this seat will personally handle this matter." ”