"Wow" heard Lin Batian say that the martial arts competition began, everyone in the cultivation field began to be eager to try, obviously everyone was ready, and they couldn't wait to make a name for themselves, so that they could make themselves leap into the dragon gate, and everyone began to imagine their bright future.

"Everyone enters the training ground to participate in the competition, you fight together until there are only ten people left in the training ground, those ten people are the top ten in the competition, and then the rest will fight until there is one person left, that one person is the first place in the competition, the competition can use any weapon under the rank of mortal weapons, but no pills are allowed, if there is a violation of the rules, the conference will be disqualified, and now the competition officially begins." Just when everyone was imagining a better future, Lin Batian's magical voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Lin Batian's words, and then there was a different color in their eyes, obviously Lin Batian's words were beyond everyone's expectations, generally speaking, the game will select opponents according to the way of drawing, but this game is not according to the way of drawing lots to select opponents, but melee, as the name suggests, everyone fights together, that is to say, a thousand people in the cultivation field fight at the same time, whether it is the way of drawing lots or the melee, they have their own advantages and disadvantages, the advantage of the way of drawing lots is that it can be a one-on-one battle, the disadvantage is that it is too wasteful of time, the advantage of the melee is to save time, the disadvantage is that one person and more than a dozen people fight, and even dozens of people are under great pressure and fierce competition, but most people prefer the way of drawing lots, because in this way, the pressure is relatively small, which is also the reason why everyone has a different color towards Lin Batian's words.

"Ah," just as everyone was immersed in Lin Batian's words, a miserable scream sounded.

Everyone was attracted by this scream, and then everyone looked in the direction of the scream, and the pupils shrank, and what caught their eyes was a person falling to the ground, only to see that there was a three-foot-long and deep wound on the chest of this person, and the wriggling internal organs in the body could be seen clearly, and a large amount of blood flowed out from the wound to dye the clothes on the body red, but the new luck was that there was still a trace of breath, and next to this person was a young man with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, holding a three-foot sword in his right hand, and on the sword, it could be seen that blood was dripping down the bladeIn a short time, the young man's feet were covered with a pool of blood, and it was obvious that the young man had beaten the man to a serious injury.

"Kill" At this moment, I don't know who shouted, and when I heard this shout, everyone reflected and rushed towards the person closest to them, and the scene began to chaos in an instant.

"Boy, get over here and die." Just as Long Zhiyuan was looking around and preparing to find an opponent, a vulgar voice came.

Long Zhiyuan looked in the direction where the vulgar voice came, and saw a middle-aged strong man walking with a big knife, only to see that this middle-aged strong man had a rough face, a beard and a few steps to a place less than five meters in front of Long Zhiyuan, Long Zhiyuan looked at the middle-aged strong man, sensed the cultivation of the strong man, and found that there was only seven levels of mortal body realm, so he said to the middle-aged strong man: "Big man, it just so happens that I didn't find the right person to practice my hands, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to send him to death, then I will send you back to the west."

"Haha, boy, I'm afraid you didn't wake up, I'm going to see how you send me back to the West like this." Hearing Long Zhiyuan's arrogant words, the middle-aged strong man laughed angrily. After finishing speaking, he raised the big knife on his shoulder and slashed at Long Zhiyuan's head: "I'll let you pretend to be forced."

Feeling the fierce energy blowing on his face, Long Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "Hmph, even if you attack at this level, you dare to die" After finishing speaking, I saw a golden light released from my body, and a golden dragon around my body was circling and flying, and then stretched out his right hand and pointed in the direction of the big knife, only to see a finger of phantom turned into a golden dragon and collided with the cut big knife.

With the sound of "Peng", I saw that the middle-aged strong man felt a burst of indifferent force being knocked away, "kick, kick, kick, kick, kick". The big knife in his hand broke from the middle at some point, and the middle-aged strong man threw only half of the broken knife in his hand into the ground, looking at Long Zhiyuan with a shocked face.

At this time, the golden dragon around Long Zhiyuan turned into a huge energy shield to resist the aftermath just now, only to see that the aftermath bombardment on the energy cover only caused a ripple, and it couldn't enter Long Zhiyuan's body at all, and when the aftermath dispersed, the energy cover covering Long Zhiyuan's body slowly dispersed and turned into a golden dragon hovering beside Long Zhiyuan, the breeze was blowing, Long Zhiyuan's long hair was flying, his robe was fluttering, and his body exuded a golden light, the golden dragon was flying, and a smile appeared on his handsome face。

"This kid, it's a bit interesting, and he's very good at pretending!" In the stands not far from the cultivation ground, Lin Batian looked in the direction of Long Zhiyuan and said with emotion. With his gaze, he could see that the trick Long Zhiyuan used was not a martial art, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The middle-aged strong man looked at Long Zhiyuan bathed in golden light with a blank look, as if his soul had been taken away by Long Zhiyuan, and soon the middle-aged strong man realized that something was wrong, bit the tip of his tongue, sobered up, looked at Long Zhiyuan in shock, and said, "What kind of magic did you use?"

Regarding the words of the middle-aged strong man, Long Zhiyuan smiled and said without saying a word: "Big man, believe it or not, my next move will make you die without a burial."

"Boy, you're very arrogant, I don't believe it, I can't beat you hairy boy." The middle-aged strong man said with a pale face when he heard Long Zhiyuan's contemptuous words. However, he said while stepping back, and then turned around and ran, it was originally very hard, but it was cowardly in less than a second, but in the face of this situation, it would be stupid not to run, even the big knife in his hand was interrupted by Long Zhiyuan, although the grade of the big knife is not very good, but it is also a mortal weapon, it can be seen that Long Zhiyuan's strength is very unwilling, but there is no way, as the saying goes: "Stay outside the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood", it is important to save your life first.

Seeing the middle-aged strong man Long Zhiyuan who fled in the wilderness, a smile hooked up on the corner of his mouth: "It turned out to be a coward, I thought he was a man with backbone, but I thought he looked up to him." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist and slammed forward, and a golden pillar of light burst out from Long Zhiyuan's right fist.

Where the pillar of light passed, the ground was burned black, and the middle-aged strong man who had been running forward felt the movement behind him, and looked back to see that the souls of the dead were running forward with the strength of milk, and he couldn't wait to have two more legs, although the middle-aged strong man ran very fast, but the golden pillar of light was faster, and in a blink of an eye, he went to the back of the middle-aged strong man and then hit his back, the middle-aged strong man felt that his body was as uncomfortable as a fire, and he thought in his heart: "How good it would be if you didn't provoke this young man, now even your life is gone" Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

I saw that the golden pillar of light dispersed, and the ground was only pitch black on the ground, and there was nothing else, and finally the middle-aged strong man was crushed by Long Zhiyuan with a blow with endless regret.