The strong man was stunned, and a hideous smile suddenly appeared on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was originally a murderous person, and he came to participate in this battle because of Menglin's invitation.

Die!

Tiger didn't spare his hand at all, only to see Tiger's strength skyrocket instantly, and the green tendons on his arm were rising, like pythons wrapped around his arms.

Rumble!

The fists collided together, Jiang Zhen took a step back, and Tiger's face was a little ugly, and the corners of his mouth were also filled with a smile.

Under the blow of this punch, he actually fell behind, although Jiang Zhen used martial arts, but this was a shame for Tiger.

He was a second-level martial artist, but he was actually repelled by a second-level warrior, which made his face a little unbearable.

"Boy, your strength is very good, but in front of me, your strength is still too weak." Tiger had an extra hammer in his hand at some point.

He held the hammer in one hand, without a trace of emotion on his face, and looked at Jiang Zhen quietly.

This war hammer has followed him for more than ten years, and he has killed countless monks and demon beasts, and now, he used this war hammer to kill Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen held the hilt of the sword with one hand, did not pull out the long sword, and looked at Tiger with a solemn face.

The sword was a murderous sword, and Jiang Zhen didn't want to kill, so he didn't pull it out.

If it was in normal times, Jiang Zhen would not have the slightest hesitation, what if he drew his sword and killed him?

But now, this is the Qingwei tribe, the tribe of Dream Zhiyan, he is unwilling to kill people, and killing people will definitely bring endless trouble to Dream Zhiyan.

"Boy, draw your sword, or you will surely die." Tiger had a hideous face, and his eyes revealed a thick killing intent.

Only blood can make him feel pleasure, and only the smell of blood can make him feel presence.

He was twenty-eight years old, and he had been cultivating the Blood Demon Body for twenty-five years, and it was only through endless killing that he could feel his existence.

Rumble!

The war hammer swung down, as if it was pressed by a high mountain, Jiang Zhen's face changed, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes.

The power contained in this warhammer was so strong that he could feel that if he was attacked by this warhammer, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

With his body like electricity, Jiang Zhen directly took the ghost step of stepping on the stars, constantly shuttling on the stage.

Sonorous!

The long sword was unsheathed, and on the stage, there was a sudden aura of slaughter!

Jiang Zhen held a long sword, his sword intent was compelling, and suddenly, his momentum changed.

"Come on!" Jiang Zhen looked at Tiger, he believed that the camp opposite Tiger was also the best, and it was too difficult to find a monk who could be comparable to Tiger.

With the long sword in hand, under the world, who would not dare to fight?

A sword needs to be sharpened, and Jiang Zhen needs to be sharpened the most.

Tiger smiled, his smile full of disdain.

The hammer swung and the air crackled, showing how powerful the hammer was.

"Die!" Tiger let out a loud shout, swinging the hammer in his hand.

Jiang Zhen didn't hide, he stood in place, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked closely at the swinging war hammer.

Crash!

The long sword stabbed out, and on the tip of the sword, there was a trace of thunder and lightning.

The long sword was very fast, and it collided with the war hammer in an instant, making a crisp impact sound, but Jiang Zhen was directly blasted out a few meters away, as for Tiger, he only felt that his arm was a little paralyzed, and the war hammer in his hand fell.

At this moment, Jiang Zhen touched the ground with both feet, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out.

The sword was fast, lightning fast, and with the momentum of thunder, it struck Tiger in the chest.

"Drink!" Tiger shouted angrily, and the Yuan Force of his whole body condensed, instantly forming a Yuan Qi Gauze Cloth.

Genki Saiyi, this is the symbol of the martial artist, and it is also the biggest gap between the samurai and the samurai.

Although Jiang Zhen's sword is sharp, it is still a little difficult to pierce Tiger's vitality sarcasm.

Hum!

Jiang Zhen snorted coldly, the strength of the long sword in his hand increased again, and a trace of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Is his sword an ordinary sword?

No!

He stood at the peak in his previous life, and in this life, even this random sword contains sword intent.

The momentum of the long sword was like a rainbow, with a thunderous momentum, and instantly pierced Tiger's vitality gauze.

"How is it possible, how can he impale Tiger's vitality sarcas?" On the high platform, Meng Lin looked shocked and said in disbelief.

There was a strange look in Meng Zhiyan's beautiful eyes, she didn't have any hope, but now, Jiang Zhen's shocking sword made her see hope.

She won't necessarily lose because Jiang Zhen didn't show his strength.

The long sword stabbed into Tiger's chest, blood oozed out, Jiang Zhen didn't have a trace of emotion in his eyes, and said, "You are defeated." ”

Tiger didn't speak, a smile on his face.

His smile was hideous, and there was a hint of madness on his face.

Was he defeated?

He didn't!

Only death is defeat.

"Really?" Tiger stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "In my eyes, only the dead are defeated." ”

Jiang Zhen was stunned and shook his head.

At this time, he couldn't bear to kill Tiger.

Tiger is very similar to him, as long as he is alive, he is not defeated, only when he dies, he is defeated.

"Go down, I don't want to kill you." Jiang Zhen was serious, and a smile appeared on his face.

He was the same person as himself, so he didn't want to kill him.

"But I want to kill you." With that, Tiger's body leaped backwards, allowing the blood on his chest to spurt out, and his face was full of madness.

He was furious, furious.

He was a second-level martial artist, but now, he was injured by a second-level warrior.

The realm of the two is very different, and their strength is also very different, but in the end, he was still injured.

"I want you dead!" Tiger's whole body was bruised, and his burly body seemed to be entangled with pythons.

Tiger's body seems to contain incomparably violent power, and that power is enough to kill Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen held the long sword in his hand and stood in place, his eyes burning with a hint of fighting intent.

For someone like Tiger, the best option is to let him die with dignity.

He is murderous and warlike, but he has his dignity, he does not submit to anyone, even if he dies, he will fight.

As long as he is not dead, he is not defeated.

Holding the war hammer in one hand, a brute force poured out of his body.

Kill!

Tiger shouted, and he rushed directly towards Jiang Zhen.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every step Tiger took, the earth trembled.

The monks who had been watching the battle were all shocked.

Jiang Zhen's shocking sword just now made them unbelievable, and now the strength shown by Tiger also made it difficult for them to accept.

The battle between the two was too exciting, especially Jiang Zhen's performance.

A samurai, actually capable of fighting a martial artist.

Jiang Zhen was still half-crouching in place, staring intently at Tiger who was rushing towards him.

The long sword was clenched, and there was nothing in his eyes except for the strong battle intent.

At this time, Jiang Zhen's whole person seemed to be integrated into the world and heaven, and in his eyes, in addition to the long sword in his hand, it was Tiger who rushed towards him.

Yes!

Tiger suddenly jumped up, and the war hammer in his hand swung down towards Jiang Zhen's head, like a meteorite above the nine heavens, towards Jiang Zhen's head.

Jiang Zhen hadn't moved yet, as if he didn't know.

Offstage, the monks held their breath and stared intently at the stage, unwilling to miss the battle.

"I think he's scared silly, otherwise how could he stand still?"

"I think it's the same, such a strong attack, just by momentum, oppresses me out of breath."

"You're too weak, don't you see he's brewing?"

Below, many monks were whispering, watching Jiang Zhen discuss.

"Boy, don't lose your life." At this time, Forestry, who had not spoken, spoke.

He knew how powerful Tiger was, and Jiang Zhen couldn't be Tiger's opponent at all.

The speed of the war hammer was fast, and just as it was about to land on Jiang Zhen's head, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jiang Zhen's mouth.

The long sword stabbed out, and a sword light flashed.

"Witch Move!" Jiang Zhen shouted, the blood veins in his whole body boiled, and between his eyebrows, the eyes of the Silent Divine Court wanted to open.

Sail!

The long sword and the war hammer collided together, and I saw the body of the long sword bent, and it stubbornly resisted Tiger's attack.

Witch Move!

It was his first sorcery, and his strongest move so far.

The sword, still waving.

On top of the long sword, there is an incomparably powerful power.

"Give me back!" Jiang Zhen shouted, and above his arm, green tendons popped up, and his strength suddenly skyrocketed.

With this sword, he used all his strength.

Sail!

Poof!

The war hammer in Tiger's hand flew out in an instant and fell heavily to the ground, and Tiger flew out with blood.

Jiang Zhen stood in place, pale and panting.

Although the power of this sword is huge, it consumes too much yuan power.

Ahem!

Tiger coughed a few times, and before he could cough, blood kept pouring out.

"As an opponent, I give you respect." Jiang Zhen looked at Tiger lying on the ground and shook his head bitterly.

The long sword was clenched and swung down.

Swish!

The sword fell, and Tiger raised his hand, and a flash of white light flashed.

When the sword fell, Jiang Zhen's face turned even paler.

His lower abdomen was pierced by a throwing knife.

Although his sword killed Tiger, he was also wounded.

On top of the flying knife, it is tempered with poison, and if an ordinary person is stabbed, he will definitely die instantly.

Jiang Zhen has the blood of the Wu clan, and his resistance to toxins is very strong, even if it is such a poison, he can support it.

Everyone felt Jiang Zhen's sudden change, but Jiang Zhen was wearing a mask, and no one knew his expression at this time.

In the audience, those people still didn't react in shock, Jiang Zhen's sword was too fast, and it ended Tiger's life in an instant.

Jiang Zhen was sweating profusely, standing on the stage, proud.

The sword was held in his hand, and the blood dripped down.

He was so careless just now that he almost cost him his life.

"Who else?" The long sword pointed downward, and there was crazy battle intent flowing in his eyes.

Although he was poisoned and injured, this did not affect his fighting spirit.

Even if he dies, he will help Dream Stop Smoke to complete this competition.

Offstage, there was silence.

Everyone looked at Jiang Zhen with a shocked expression, and there was a hint of admiration in their eyes.

The samurai killed the samurai, and he still stood safely on the stage, shouting, who else?

Everyone's eyes are on Menglin, this competition was proposed by Menglin, and now, the person standing on the stage is Menglin's smoke, what about Menglin's people?

The people of Menglin are dead!

Tiger who just died is the strongest man in the hands of Menglin!

Meng Lin's face was a little ugly, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Zhen.

Because of him, he lost a monk who had the opportunity to grow into a martial king.

He is very Jiang Zhen, because Jiang Zhen, ruined all his plans.