Chapter Eighty-Four: Killing the Heart and Kidneys

"Kill the palm!"

The aura permeated his palms and continued to gather, the air around him stirred, and soon the raging murderous aura spread, stabbing straight towards Ling Huisi.

Zhao Siwei obviously wanted to finish the competition quickly, and he didn't want to expose too many backhands, because he knew that he didn't know how many people would challenge him, a few or even a dozen, it was possible.

The flying murderous aura rose and fell in all directions, and the onlookers were all afraid, unconsciously leaning back, and their footsteps were half up and down.

"The Golden Bell Gathers Suddenly!" Ling Huisi was stunned, it was obvious that he had his own thoughts, and the layers of golden light that had been sheltered on his body were possessed, and his body was full of brilliance, as if he was possessed by a golden body, like a three-foot sky.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The raging murderous aura made a strong collision sound against the golden bell that covered the appearance, and the wave of qi instantly hit the face.

Some small pieces of rubble flew into the sky and fell far away, adding new wounds to the crumbling ring.

The flowing golden light gradually dissipated, and Ling Huisi's breath was very steady, and the effect of this defensive martial art was glimpsed.

It is very powerful, it is hard to resist the mid-grade martial arts of the Xuan Rank, and it can be gathered in such an instant, and it can also be very strong in Ling Huisi's ability.

"Hmph!" Zhao Sifu was obviously a little unwilling, snorted coldly, and picked up another martial art, "See how long you can block it." ”

"Break it!"

A sharp black thorn gradually formed, passing through the space and submerging into it, without any trace of it.

If you defend it for a long time, you will lose, and if you attack it for a long time, you will gain it.

Ling Huisi was also very aware of this truth, and with a wave of his hand, a long golden light pierced through.

"Volley!"

Brush, brush, brush, a series of extremely fast sounding sounds of breaking the air sounded continuously.

The golden light could be seen clearly, colliding with the air at great speed.

Sure enough, the light of the volley pestle collided with the Killing Piercing hidden in the air.

Whew, that's kind of scary.

I saw that the destruction and killing penetration hidden in the air directly showed ambiguity, and the signs of aura emitted by the volley pestle were obviously snatching it.

The next thing is to shatter the black thorn into foam.

The two of them took a few steps back towards the edge of the ring, and they couldn't tell the difference between the high and the low, their eyes were full of shock, they originally planned to end the battle quickly, but who expected the opponent to be so powerful?

Then do everything you can, and we'll see the real thing!

said that it was too late and that was fast, and the two of them all looked at each other in unison, either looking for flaws or trying to find a trace of fear in the deep eyes of the other party, even if it was only a little, it was enough to prove that he was afraid!

However, no, maybe in the face of people who are much stronger than them, who wants to say that they are weaker than the other party in the same realm?

Earn but be competitive, where does the fame come from?

Rumble......

The muffled sound of agitation came out one after another, or the sound of shattering, and the two of them jumped up, so fast that the only thing that could be captured with the naked eye was their afterimage, and it dissipated in an instant.

At that moment, Hao Jian seemed to see that the two figures were gradually intertwined, and they were completely integrated.

Thundered.

The result came out immediately, it was surprisingly just a moment when the two of them landed, they were very close to the edge of the ring, Ling Huisi half-bent over and almost leaned back, Zhao Siwei kept shaking his body, and then his feet took a step towards the edge of the ring, slashed into the air, and stumbled and fell directly under the stone platform.

The muffled sound of agitation came out, but it could also be said that it slammed to the ground.

The constant trembling means that he is not dead, and if he dies, it will really make a big deal.

"Ling Weisi wins!"

Li Zhen nodded, and motioned to the people on the side to hurry up and take Zhao Siwei away from the audience for healing, even if the inner disciple was in the third ring, he was also very talented, and he couldn't chill the disciple's heart.

If a sect is a disciple who deviates from morality, and the elders are selfish, then such a sect can only become a drop in the dust, and it is impossible to run for a long time.

"Centrifugal and detached?" Hao Jian wanted to laugh unexpectedly, but there are more people here, and laughter will definitely be regarded as a fool by others, although his strength in the first two days is definitely immeasurable.

"Is Du Ruhu a centrifugal deviant?" Hao Jian wanted to speak, but he thought of a little.

Yes, no matter how good you do, some of the lowest bed bugs still can't be broken, Du Ruhu can catch Wang Linzhi but he doesn't dare to let Du Zhuanhai worship Qingluan, obviously, the superior makes a judgment.

Li Zhen immediately called two disciples of the Martial Spirit Realm to compete, but this time it was in the fourth ring.

And the elders of the Martial King realm all began to judge the final rankings of Zhao Siwei and Ling Huisi.

Feeling more and more bored, Hao Jian simply didn't bother to look at it, the battle between the martial spirits did not have that kind of passion at all, even if Hao Jian was not a militant, he couldn't stand it.

"What the hell, three times five divided by two solves the problem, can we have a more durable one, can you see it fascinating, and no matter how bad it is, it's good to use a ground-level martial arts Bobo eyeballs." ”

His eyes were in a trance, looking at the twelve disciples who were incomparably beautiful, not to mention the others, in Hao Jian's opinion, only these twelve people could have the strength to fight with him.

Li Zhen was very vague from the beginning, but after these two scenes, Hao Jian also understood a rough idea, which can be regarded as a reason why he lost interest.

However, Hao Jian found a very easy way to do this, he could directly go to the twelve personal disciples of the challenger, according to what these people around him said, the top ten must be among them.

Defeating one and going straight into the top 10, or going straight to the top 10, is also the best and easiest way to do it.

"Loophole, or didn't expect it?" shook his head, neither.

Or does Li Zhen think that anyone would openly challenge the pro-lineage disciples? Unless it is self-deprecating and uninteresting and wants to make a fool of himself, no one will choose such a powerful pro-lineage disciple.

But someone else is someone else, he Hao Jian naturally has no worries, a group of local chickens and dogs, hacked to death with a sword!

Are swords used to cut people?

Keeping his eyes on the twelve pro-descendants, Hao Jian shook his head with a smile, he really had his own arrogance, whether it was a martial spirit battle or something, they all closed their eyes and recuperated without saying a word, and they didn't even look at Chao.

"Are you arrogant?" the corners of his mouth grinned, "Wait a minute, don't worry, whoever is the most arrogant, I, Hao Jian, will take whoever first, let you rank first?"

To kill or not to kill is in Hao Jian's opinion, it is all his thoughts, but he doesn't dare to kill them all from beginning to end, and he doesn't dare to have this ability, he still wants to get a quota to go to the Jiuqu Secret Realm.

It's not worth it, and it's not worth it.

Oh, then Xu Beixiao should be able to count one, if he gets the first place, Hao Jian can only say three words, I'm sorry.

Pretending to be a forcemaker, hack to death with a sword!

Here it is again, is the sword used to cut people?

Yes, what my Hao Jian says is what it is, hack to death with a sword!

To be continued.