Jiang Zhen looked at the nightmare and didn't say a word. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now Jiang Zhen has also reached the limit, if he is asked to use any martial arts, he will also fall directly.

He couldn't die, so he was waiting for his chance, waiting for the last time he could kill the enemy with one last move.

The sword, groaning slightly, exudes a cold light above the blade.

"Can you show me your face? I don't want to even know what the person who beat me doesn't know what he looks like. Nightmare shook his head, looked at Jiang Zhen, and said slowly.

Jiang Zhen shook his head, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and said calmly: "I'm too ugly, don't look at it." ”

Although Jiang Zhen seemed to be very calm, he was still very vigilant and looked at the nightmare.

He believed that Nightmare wouldn't be so sentimental, at least not so willingly admit defeat.

Seeing that Jiang Zhen did not relax at all, Nightmare's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of indifference in his eyes.

Since Jiang Zhen was unwilling, he took off the mask himself.

"I don't know how to lift." Nightmare snorted, and the scythe in his hand slammed down.

This time, the power of the scythe has obviously increased too much, and this scythe is even more domineering than the previous times.

"Kill!" Jiang Zhen was not to be outdone, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out instantly.

Although the scythe is domineering, Jiang Zhen is not inferior to Nightmare.

Jiang Zhen knew that Nightmare's scythe would definitely fall on his back, but his long sword could pierce Nightmare's chest.

At this time, Jiang Zhen had no choice, he had no choice but to gamble.

If the bet is won, he will live; If the bet is lost, the nightmare is alive.

The duel between the samurai and the martial artist, even if Jiang Zhen was a titled martial god in his previous life, but the gap in such a big realm is not something he can make up if he wants to.

"Maniac!" In the audience, everyone's hearts were secretly thinking.

They didn't expect that Jiang Zhen would actually work hard.

Fighting with life, this kind of lifeless play is enough to make these people in the audience panic.

"Poof!"

Click!

The long sword was the first to pierce Nightmare's chest, and Nightmare's scythe also instantly slashed at Jiang Zhen's back.

The nightmare was stabbed out by the long sword, and the evil smile on his face suddenly froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was an indescribable pain on his face.

Jiang Zhen was lying on the ground, dying, his back was also cut open by the sickle, and the blood stained his clothes red.

The original gray sackcloth turned bright red at this time.

There is the blood of the enemy here, and there is also the blood of your own.

Sail!

The nightmare, which had been standing, also fell to the ground with a bang.

Nightmare's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that after Jiang Zhen's long sword stabbed into his chest, it would stir twice.

The internal organs that were originally intact had all been shattered at this time.

On the high platform, Meng Lin was stunned in place, looking at the nightmare above the ring, looking incredulous.

Everyone in the audience was also shocked.

Ling Feng fell to the ground first, and after that, the nightmare also fell.

There was not a sound on the stage, except for the faint breathing, and it was as silent as night.

Ahem!

Jiang Zhen coughed twice, put his hands on the ground, and tried to stand up.

But when he exerted his strength, there was a heart-piercing pain in his back, and the pain was so piercing that Jiang Zhen couldn't stand up.

Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Jiang Zhen on the stage, with affection.

That girl doesn't think about spring? That girl doesn't love heroes?

Jiang Zhen's performance was deeply imprinted in Meng Zhiyan's heart, she didn't expect that Jiang Zhenming knew that it was death, but he chose to help her without hesitation.

"You must not be fine." Dream stop smoke in my heart to pray for Jiang Zhen.

His hands couldn't be supported, and Jiang Zhen's eyes flashed with a trace of inexplicable distress.

Since it was only pain in the back, and the arm could not be stressed too much, it was supported with a long sword.

The long sword was still on the nightmare's chest, and Jiang Zhen could only slowly squirm towards the nightmare.

Burst!

The long sword was drawn, and a stream of blood spurted out, and hot blood spurted out of Jiang Zhen's mask.

The original silver-white mask looked a bit like a Shura demon at this time.

Kite!

The long sword was inserted on the stage, Jiang Zhen's arm held the hilt of the sword, and he stood up hard.

Jiang Zhen's face was very pale, and the eyes of the Silent Divine Court between his eyebrows disappeared.

Of course, all of this is obscured by the silver-white mask on the face, and it cannot be discovered.

"Who else is not convinced?" Jiang Zhen is proud, standing on the stage, like a spine of heaven, no one shakes it.

Below, many monks were shocked, looking at Jiang Zhen's face with a hint of fear.

Jiang Zhen's combat power is too strong, he can even kill nightmares, it is conceivable that how many monks in the audience can fight against Jiang Zhen?

Maybe no one.

Menglin's face changed, he thought that Nightmare was just unconscious, but now, he seemed to feel that Nightmare had no vitality.

There is no vitality, which can only say one thing.

The problem is that the nightmare is dead!

His beloved son, Nightmare, the son he regarded as proud, is now dead!

Looking at Jiang Zhen standing on the stage, Menglin had an indescribable anger in his heart.

His child was killed by the people on this stage!

"I want you dead!" The corners of Meng Lin's mouth flashed with a hint of coldness, and the whole person was directly proud of the sky.

"Wu, do you know that you broke the rules of this competition." Meng Lin looked at Jiang Zhen with murderous intent.

He didn't hide it in the slightest, since he was determined to kill Jiang Zhen, why did he need to hide his killing intent?

"I don't know what rules the Great Elder has broken?" Dream Zhiyan sat on top of the demon crane and looked at Nightmare.

Although she can't stand in the air, she has a crane at the level of a demon general.

Meng Lin seemed to know that Meng Zhiyan would stand up, so he turned his head, looked at Meng Zhiyan and said: "Meng niece, do you know that this competition is up to the point, but Wu, he killed two people." ”

Saying that, Meng Lin's expression changed, he became very aggrieved, and said to Meng Zhiyan: "Do you know, it is Incomparably Tiger or Nightmare, they are the future of our tribe, but now, they are all killed." ”

In the audience, many people lowered their heads and pondered.

They thought about the tribe, thought about their families, and looked at Jiang Zhen's eyes gradually cold.

Although Nightmare usually does things that people are disgusted and disdainful, he is the genius of the tribe and the hope of the tribe.

And Tiger, he is not in the tribe all the year round, and has not been running around with the food of the tribe, fighting with monsters, and guarding the tribe.

It's a pity that now, both of them are dead, and the person who killed them is standing on the stage at this time, and many people in the audience are also full of hostility when they look at Jiang Zhen at this time.

Jiang Zhen looked at Meng Lin, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of disdain. Just standing in place, proud of his bones.

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees.

Even if they wanted to kill themselves, Jiang Zhen was never afraid, nor did he panic.

"If the dead person is a witch, then do you want to tell me that the sword is ruthless in the competition, and the casualties are normal?" Meng Zhiyan looked at Meng Lin sarcastically, his expression full of disdain.

Meng Lin didn't speak, raised his head and looked at Meng Zhiyan and said, "Your father couldn't talk to me like this, and now you dare to talk to me like this?" ”

"Why don't you dare?" Meng Zhiyan did not back down and looked at Meng Lin Dao.

Meng Lin smiled, and the speed of the whole person suddenly skyrocketed, rushing towards Jiang Zhen.

Meng Zhiyan's reaction was also very fast, and he also rushed towards Jiang Zhen quickly.

One wanted to kill him, the other wanted to save him.

The speed of the two was surprisingly fast, and they arrived at Jiang Zhen's side in the blink of an eye.

On the high platform, Meng Yige closed his eyes, as if he had never seen this scene.

"Humph!" Meng Lin snorted coldly, and his speed skyrocketed again.

"Wu, jump off the stage!" Meng Zhiyan knew that he couldn't stop it, and couldn't help but shout.

Menglin's momentum suddenly burst out, and the momentum continued to oppress Jiang Zhen, making Jiang Zhen even more uncomfortable.

Sail!

With a loud bang, Jiang Zhen was swept away by Menglin's momentum.

The momentum of the Martial Emperor's powerhouse, even the weakest first-level Martial Emperor, this is not comparable to Jiang Zhen at this time.

Jiang Zhen, who was originally weak, was swept out this time, fell heavily to the ground, and fell unconscious.

The long sword had already fallen to the side, but unfortunately none of this mattered, because Jiang Zhen had already passed out.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

...

Offstage, shouts filled the audience, and on the stage, Menglin was even more excited.

Killing Jiang Zhen is what the tribesmen mean, and it's what he means.

Meng Zhiyan looked at the clansmen in the audience, but he was very distressed in his heart.

She didn't want Jiang Zhen to die, and she didn't want him to die.

"Stop!" Meng Zhiyan made up his mind and shouted angrily,

I don't know when there was an extra thin sword in Meng Zhiyan's hand, and there was a trace of coldness on the thin sword.

Meng Lin's body was stunned, and his eyes were still a little hideous when he looked at Meng Zhiyan.

No one stopped him from taking revenge, but Meng stopped smoking, but he didn't let himself kill Jiang Zhen, which made Meng Lin suddenly angry.

"What if I don't stop?" Meng Lin looked at Meng Zhiyan and chuckled.

Meng Zhiyan didn't answer, but the thin sword in his hand trembled slightly, letting out a happy soft moan.

Meng Lin knew that Meng Zhiyan had already made a choice.

She would rather be the enemy of the entire tribe than let Meng Lin and Jiang Zhen kill her.

Jiang Zhen can't die, but he can't die here.

Jiang Zhen has touched her and brought her hope.

Originally, she came with the heart of defeat, but Jiang Zhen's performance gave her a glimmer of hope.

My aunt has been running the East Pavilion for more than 20 years, and he doesn't want to give it away like this.

"Die!" Meng Lin threw a punch and blasted directly towards Jiang Zhen's head.

Meng Zhiyan's face changed, and the thin sword in his hand stabbed directly at Meng Lin's head.

If Meng Lin didn't stop his fist, although he could kill Jiang Zhen, his life would be gone.

Feeling the determination of Dream Zhiyan, Meng Lin turned sideways slightly and dodged Dream Zhiyan's attack.

"Today, you're all going to die." Meng Lin looked at Meng Zhiyan and Jiang Zhen, who was unconscious, and said lightly.

Meng Zhiyan didn't speak, standing in front of Jiang Zhen, looking at Meng Lin with a vigilant expression.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the land was in turmoil, and I saw a team of hundreds of people approaching the ring.

The monks who were originally clamoring were all shocked.

These warriors are all riding cloud pigs, with their heads held high and their spirits high.

Zhongjia team!

The strongest team in the East Pavilion is also one of the strongest teams in the Green Nightmare Tribe.

Meng Lin was very angry, his face was like the color of pig liver, and he looked at Jiang Zhen lying on the ground and was also full of murderous intent.

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