The crystals kept spreading, and finally covered him completely, and the whole person looked like a statue infused with loess. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Click!"

The long sword slashed at Tu Li's body, and suddenly the yellow crystals made a crisp sound and flew towards the surroundings, as if the glass had shattered.

"It's you waiting!"

Tuli's face turned slightly pale, his body shook, and the crystals on his body were shattered, revealing a scarred face, and he smiled fiercely at Meng Ji.

"I've been tricked." Meng Ji's face changed wildly, and his body leaned back and was about to pull away.

"Hugh go."

Seeing that Monji was leaving, Tuli shouted violently.

The price of making himself a living target was in exchange for this opportunity, if Meng Ji was allowed to leave calmly, he would definitely be defeated by Meng Ji's men.

Although he blocked Meng Ji's sword just now, the ground-level martial arts are not just blocked, and when the sword comes down, the qi and blood in his body are still boiling.

If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the ground-level defense martial arts, he would definitely hate the sword on the spot.

"Smack!"

The broad palm stretched out, grabbed Monji's ankle with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, and a faint halo of qi swirled around the fist.

"Ground Rank Martial Technique: Overlord Fist!"

Monji let out a low cry and pulled Monji back, his fist shaking the space and slamming into his chest.

"Poof!"

"Click..."

Meng Ji suddenly flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string, spurting bright red blood from his mouth on the way, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Boom!

Meng Ji fell out of the ring like a dead dog, his face bloodless.

"Ji'er!"

Suddenly, a mournful voice sounded in the crowd, and a middle-aged man shook the crowd away and rushed to Meng Ji's side.

Holding Meng Ji in his arms, the middle-aged man looked at Tuli with anger in his eyes.

At this moment, Meng Ji's nose was wafting with a breath of nothingness, and several bones were broken in his chest, which did not take several months of cultivation, and he didn't want to get out of bed.

He is only the son of Meng Ji, and he was so seriously injured today that his heart was dripping blood.

Boom!

The momentum of the high stage of the Cathode Realm came out violently, and the surrounding crowd was immediately shaken away.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The middle-aged man put Meng Ji down, jumped into the ring, and the aura condensed in his fist and suddenly blasted towards Tuli.

Suddenly, a strong fist force erupted, and a cyan air wave rushed straight out, and layers of gravel were lifted from the ring, presenting a ravine in the middle-aged man.

"It's over."

Tu Li's face was pale, he stood in place and didn't move, his fist was extremely fast, and he couldn't dodge it.

Although he was able to compete with the peak of the Gathering Spirit Stage, the realm of the middle-aged man was at the high stage of the Cathode Realm, and there was a difference of several levels between them, and he was conceited and would not believe that he could fight against the high stage of the Cathode Realm.

With this punch, he has only one way to die.

"All things are destroyed!"

A pale voice sounded, and suddenly an aura of destruction filled the entire ring, and an illusory palm suddenly appeared in front of Meng Ji, holding the cyan qi wave.

The illusory palm was pitch black, like the palm of the heavens, and everything under this palm was destroyed.

Click!

The cyan air wave was grasped by the illusory hand in his hand, and it suddenly turned into a sky of starlight and disappeared.

Sou!

The power of the palm is unabated, and it grabs towards the middle-aged man, like the hand of the sky to sanction the middle-aged man.

"Not good!"

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his arm to block it.

"Bang!"

The palm of his hand grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and suddenly the middle-aged man flew upside down, and pieces of blood mist drifted down, and white bones could be seen deep on his arm.

"This time it's a lesson, next time, there will be no mercy."

The old man walked slowly into the ring, his eyes like a sword looking at the middle-aged man and shouted angrily.

The middle-aged man got up quickly, just about to start, when he saw the old man, his face suddenly turned pale, this old man he knew, it was a strong man next to the White Tiger Messenger, called Zhou Li, known as Zhou Lao.

The cultivation is incomparably strong, and the aura in the body is even stronger, and it is only one step away from the consummation of the Gathering Spirit, it is said that this Zhou Lao will break through the Gathering Soul Gathering Period in less than ten years, and Zhou Lao is also a strong man at that time.

Stunned, the middle-aged man remembered that this was a game hosted by the White Tiger Messenger, and his face was even whiter, and there was no blood at all.

At this time, Bai Ling's face was like clear water, without any fluctuations, but her eyes did flash with a chilling cold light.

The middle-aged man glanced at Bai Ling, and happened to see the cold light in Bai Ling's eyes, a cool air rose up his spine, and he hurriedly pulled Meng Ji up and fled.

Although he knew that Bai Ling had been poisoned by blood poison for more than ten years, she was a protector of the country, and the strong man in the mansion could destroy his high family.

"Damn, Mengji, you kid, you have made Lao Tzu miserable." The middle-aged man looked at Meng Ji, whose face was bloodless in his arms, and scolded angrily in his heart.

Now he is afraid that the White Tiger Envoy will be angry and uproot his family, if it happens, it will not be enough for him to die a hundred times, the Meng family will be defeated in his hands, what face will he have to meet the ancestors of the Meng family.

......

"One more time later, don't be ruthless!" Zhou Lao looked around and spit out a sentence coldly, and at the same time, the aura of the high stage of the Cathode Realm dissipated, making the surrounding crowd seem to stay in the ice cellar, and they were extremely cold.

They have already seen the fate of the middle-aged man, how dare they disobey Zhou Lao at this moment.

Seeing everything around him, Zhou Lao nodded slightly, and then shot out two spiritual qi from his fingertips and rushed towards the pavilion, and after the aura circled on the pavilion several times, it finally landed on the body of two of them.

"Next game, the showdown begins!"

Zhou Lao shouted and slowly walked off the ring.

As soon as Zhou Lao stepped out of the ring, two young people flew down from the pavilion, and they immediately collided with each other as soon as they landed, and their legs and hands were put together.

"Hokage Slash!"

One of the young men had a monstrous flame on his body, and the big knife in his hand swung out hundreds of knives, with an indistinct shadow of the sword.

"Poof!"

Although the other young man tried his best to block it, he was still a little overwhelmed by the hundreds of knife shadows, dozens of knife shadows fell on his body, and the young man immediately flew out of the ring with blood.

The victorious young man looked at the young man who vomited blood lightly, and proudly climbed the pavilion.

"The next one begins!"

Zhou Lao lazily popped out two auras.

With Zhou Lao's deterrence, no one dared to go to the ring to find trouble in the following competitions, after all, Zhou Lao was the person of the White Tiger Messenger, and it was more than enough to destroy a high-ranking family with the strength of the White Spirit White Tiger Mansion.

The battle lasted until the end of the night, during which Ling Yun also came to the stage once, he originally wanted not to come to power, the news of the Ling family and his father, he didn't have to be a Bai Ling apprentice to know, he could also know through detoxification.

He didn't want to, but Xuan Zhong didn't do it, as soon as he grabbed it and threw it, Ling Yun was thrown in the ring.

ps：“......”