"Go on, Dawn. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Menglin's voice was very flat, and he didn't have any emotion when he looked at Jiang Zhen.

Nightmare, the son of Dream Forest, although his talent is not as good as Dream Zhiyan, he is also a top genius in the Nightmare tribe.

The young man beside Menglin nodded, his eyes full of arrogance.

He stepped into the realm of martial artists at twenty-five, and now he is twenty-nine, with the strength of a third-level martial artist, coupled with the cultivation of the Qingwei tribe, even against a fifth-level martial artist, he has some confidence in fighting.

Although the fifth-level martial artist is very strong, even if he can't defeat his nightmare, he can still easily escape, and now, just a second-level martial artist, he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

The pace of the nightmare was very slow, and the cheeks of the whole person were full of evil energy, causing the dementia screams of countless girls in the audience.

He was wearing a dark purple scattered brocade shirt, a pale purple geometric ribbon tied around his waist, his hair was not messy, and his face was full of evil energy, which really confused the audience.

His gorgeous brocade decoration, as soon as he stood on the stage, he instantly compared Jiang Zhen directly.

Jiang Zhen looked at the nightmare, and in the nightmare's body, he felt a trace of danger.

He had felt danger in the Martial King, and in the Martial Master, he had never had such a strong sense of crisis.

Nightmare is very powerful, much stronger than all the martial arts opponents it has ever encountered.

"Jump off the stage, I can not kill you." Nightmare looked at Jiang Zhen with a faint smile, as if talking about something very ordinary.

He didn't bother to fight Jiang Zhen, after all, Jiang Zhen couldn't bring him a trace of fighting intent at all.

Jiang Zhen didn't speak, his whole body momentum continued to rise, and his eyes flowed with a strong battle intent, which was the best answer to the nightmare.

"You're looking for death." Looking at Jiang Zhen, who didn't react in the slightest, Nightmare's expression became very indifferent.

Jiang Zhen didn't go down.

Since he didn't go down, let him die.

Nightmare is called a demon by the monks of the Blue Nightmare tribe, not only because of his name, but also because of his personality, however, he prefers to call himself the Demon King rather than a demon!

Nightmare has a strange personality, as long as you obey him, everything will be fine, if you go against him, then his methods will be extremely cruel.

Jiang Zhen took a deep breath, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He could feel the change in the nightmare, and in Jiang Zhen's heart, the kind of jealousy from the heart made him want to retreat.

Jiang Zhen turned his head and looked at the high platform, Meng Zhiyan's expression was a little nervous, his hands were tightened, and the corners of his clothes were unconsciously raised.

Seeing the change in Dream Zhiyan, Jiang Zhen's eyes showed a trace of firmness, even if he died, he would have to die on this stage.

Not for anything else, just because I owed the kindness of Meng Zhiyan at the beginning.

His life was saved by a dream, so what if he gave it back to her now?

Jiang Zhen put aside the distractions in his heart, held the sword in one hand, and quietly looked at the nightmare.

Nightmare smiled evilly, looked at Jiang Zhen, and did not make a move.

Swish!

Since Nightmare didn't make a move, it was up to him to start the fight.

When the sword came out, Jiang Zhen's momentum became very powerful, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, breaking through the sky.

Jiang Zhen's sword is very strong, and his sword moves are also sharp.

"Humph!" Nightmare snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, a few more flying needles appeared on his long white fingers.

He is called a demon, and that's because the Nightmare uses a hidden weapon so well that even a fifth-level martial artist may not be able to dodge it completely.

Jiang Zhen only felt a chill coming, and the speed of the long sword in his hand was even faster.

The long sword swung slightly, drawing an arc, blocking all the flying needles flying towards him.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

The flying needles and the long sword collided together, making a crisp sound, but when Jiang Zhen had resisted all these flying needles, his face turned even paler.

Tiger's flying knife made him highly poisoned, and the poison did not spread originally, but as Jiang Zhen used Yuan Force, the speed of the spread of the poison also accelerated a lot.

Nightmare's face sank slightly, and his gaze at Jiang Zhen also had a hint of positive color.

Originally, he thought that Jiang Zhen was just an ordinary monk, but when Jiang Zhen used the sword move just now, he had a trace of righteousness towards Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen can't be a monk, with the sword just now, he is proud of the warrior realm.

It's a pity that Jiang Zhen can be the king in the samurai realm, but the nightmare is not in the samurai realm.

There is a world of difference between a samurai and a samurai, whether it is in terms of yuan power, defense or speed, a samurai is much stronger than a samurai.

"Ten thousand flowers bloom!" The nightmare's body turned, but flying needles kept flying out of his sleeves.

The speed of the nightmare was very fast, like a whirlpool, constantly shooting out flying needles, Jiang Zhen's face was very pale, looking at the flying needles that were coming towards him, his eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity.

"Witch Move!" Jiang Zhen's face was very pale, the momentum of his whole body continued to rise, and in his body, his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit was soaring.

With his current realm, it would have been very difficult to perform a witch move, but now, Jiang Zhen has performed a witch move again.

The witch moves with the sword, and the sword contains the power of the witch.

The Wu clan, in ancient times, in addition to their physique and soul, they also had a talent, a talent born to fight.

Combat awareness!

The instinctive talent of the Wu clan, although Jiang Zhen's bloodline is comparable to that of the Wu Ancestor, but Jiang Zhen knows that he has not inherited this talent of the Wu clan, of course, this does not affect his warlikeness.

War!

It is only in battle that he grows faster, and only in battle does he have a chance to break through the limits.

The blood veins reversed, and a wave of anger burst out in the body.

In his previous life, he had killed countless enemies, his bones were thick, and the evil qi contained in his body was also very strong.

The long sword swung, and ripples rippled in the air.

The speed of the sword swing was very fast, and Jiang Zhen's face became paler and paler as he got older.

The flying needle couldn't get close to Jiang Zhen, and Jiang Zhen couldn't stop.

In the audience, everyone looked at Jiang Zhen and Nightmare in shock.

Both of them are geniuses, one offensive and one defensive, but this seems to be very gimmicky.

"Kill him!"

"Kill the Nightmare!"

"Kill him!"

...

Below, I don't know who shouted, and then, the sound like a wave continued to sound.

Everything the Nightmare usually does, they dare not be angry, but now, on the stage, Jiang Zhen can fight with the Nightmare undefeated, which can't help but give them a glimmer of hope.

Kill the Nightmares, and they don't need to live these fearful lives.

Jiang Zhen smiled, and a long-lost smile appeared on his pale cheeks.

Offstage, the shouting like a wave made his blood even more surging.

Men should walk the world with swords and break into the tiger's den in Longtan.

This nightmare was the first person he killed that everyone hated, Jiang Zhen knew that the nightmare was just the first, and in the future, there would be more people.

"Humph!" Nightmare glanced at the monks below, a twinkle of disdain in her eyes.

Will he be afraid?

He won't!

From his cultivation to the present, he has never had a defeat, and this kind of record has even made many martial king powerhouses feel ashamed.

There was an extra scythe in Nightmare's hand, and the evil smile on his original face was also indifferent, he didn't expect that Jiang Zhen would be able to burst out with this kind of combat power and actually be able to break through his flying needle.

Many people don't know that Nightmare is best at a secret art, in addition to secret weapons, he is also good at a secret art, a supernormal secret art.

On the scythe, there was a hint of death, Jiang Zhen's face remained unchanged, and he looked at the scythe solemnly.

Jiang Zhen has not much yuan power left in his body, but he is still struggling to support it, and the blood in his body is constantly surging, struggling to resist the venom flowing in the blood.

On the high platform, Meng Zhiyan looked at Jiang Zhen, who was pale, and his eyes were also a little unbearable.

"Wu, you quickly jump off the stage, now you can't be his opponent." Meng Zhiyan couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhendao.

Although she didn't know why Jiang Zhen's face was so pale, he knew that Jiang Zhen must have been injured.

Jiang Zhen raised his head and looked towards the high platform, with a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Dream Zhiyan's heart trembled, she looked at the firmness in Jiang Zhen's eyes, and her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, although Jiang Zhen was wearing a mask, she knew that Jiang Zhen must be laughing now.

That determined look, that madness in the depths of that gaze.

"No one can make you wronged, not even a martial god!" Jiang Zhen's words were very light, but they were extremely firm.

Meng Zhiyan didn't speak, and his eyes were slightly moist.

She forgot how long it had been, how long it had been since anyone had spoken such emotional words to her.

Besides her aunt, who else in this tribe is really good to her?

Unfortunately, her aunt has already left.

"Really?" Nightmare laughed, he looked at Jiang Zhen with a hint of indifference in his eyes, and his voice revealed a ruthless murderous intent: "Do you know that if you lose, she will still be my fiancée?" ”

Jiang Zhen's eyes remained unchanged, and he looked at the dream on the high platform.

Meng Zhiyan tightened the corner of his clothes, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and said, "Even if I die, I can't marry you." ”

Nightmare smiled, his smile was sinister, and what he liked to see most was the constant struggle of others, struggling in the face of despair.

"If she doesn't want to, then no one can force her." Jiang Zhen looked at the nightmare, and his eyes became more determined.

Although he was highly poisoned, Jiang Zhen was not afraid, he still had hole cards that he had not used, so he was still confident.

He is the bloodline of the Heavenly Witch, the emperor of the Wu Clan, and has the supreme Eye of the Silent Destruction God Court of the Wu Clan, even if he is a Martial King, it is not so simple to kill him.

In its arms, Xiaoying also showed its head, its eyes half-squinted, very weak.

Xiaoying has used his natural powers and entered a period of weakness, and this battle can only rely on himself.

The long sword was clenched, and Jiang Zhen's whole person's momentum changed.

Jiang Zhen is like a sharp sword, the sword breaks through the sky, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The nightmare gushed out of black yuan power all over his body, he cultivated the dark yuan power, although it was not as good as the thunder and lightning yuan power in Jiang Zhen's body, but it was much stronger than the ordinary yuan power.

Dark Yuan Force, every attack with a hint of weirdness, makes people easy to indulge.

The scythe swung down, like a life-threatening sickle, and cut directly at Jiang Zhen's head.

Sonorous!

Sail!

The long sword and the sickle collided together, and two huge forces instantly emanated. In an instant, Jiang Zhen flew directly out of a few meters and fell heavily on the stage, breaking a crack in the martial arts arena.