Gambling arena, central dueling table.

As the pillar of light that bound Meng Chuan and Yang Zhenhu disappeared, the central dueling platform was already covered in a layer of green energy shield.

The two people standing on either side of the central dueling platform glanced at each other, and the energy around them surged.

Meng Chuan looked at Yang Zhenhu in front of him and said teasingly: "Yang Sanye, I really didn't expect my opponent to be you. Boy, since breaking through to the 'disciple' level, he hasn't had a good time. ”

looked at Meng Chuan, who had a casual face on the other side, and the face that was slightly similar to Meng He. Yang Zhenhu couldn't help but think of the scene of fighting with Meng He Zaixicheng.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhenhu licked his tongue with bloodthirsty eyes, and said fiercely: "Hehe, it's up to you, I'm afraid it's still a little tender! I'll help you gain a long understanding today! However, this is the price! But your little life !!."

Immediately, Yang Zhenhu was agitated with energy all over his body, instilling the energy of his whole body into a pair of iron fists, and when he stepped on his feet, he ejected like a cannonball.

"Meng Chuan'er, let you Yang Sanye try how many catties you have! Meng He's debt, you can exchange a little interest for him first!"

"Oh, you gasp when you say you're fat? My brother, I told you earlier, you can explain here today!"

As he spoke, Meng Ze invoked his own energy, and the disciple-level momentum completely exploded, like the power of ink, completely enveloping his fists.

"Annihilation--Collapse Fist!"

With Meng Chuan's loud shout, a pair of fists wrapped in the power of annihilation came first, and they came together with Yang Zhenhu firmly.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Between the lightning and flint, the two have fought for more than ten rounds. The swinging fists and palms stirred the surrounding air with a burst of sound.

Seeing that nearly seventy percent of the attack was blocked by Meng Chuan, Yang Zhenhu, who was already angry, was even more red-eyed, eager to devour Meng Chuan alive.

"Meng Chuan, you have some skills when you arrive. I'll see how you can resist this punch!" As he spoke, he saw that his burly figure seemed to have become a little shriveled in an instant.

The energy covered by the fist became more and more condensed, and finally seemed to turn into a dragon head with a pattern like dead wood.

"Reckless--Dragon Fist!"

As the dragon's head like dead wood approached, Meng Chuan felt a dragon roar resounding in his ears, and he was a little dizzy.

"Why is this Yang Zhenhu's spiritual power so strong, it actually gives this dragon fist a trace of spirituality. Saying that, Meng Chuan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly gathered the strength of his body to prepare to resist hard.

"To you, Ning! Ning!"

With Meng Chuan's movements, the energy around his body quickly condensed in front of him, and finally turned into a dark energy shield.

"Boom!"

The dragon's head carried a huge amount of energy and slammed into Meng Chuan's shield. A loud roar resounded through the sky.

The huge energy impact seemed to have broken through a certain boundary, causing the protective shield of the dueling platform to flood with Dao Qilian.

After a long while, the smoke and dust in the dueling arena due to the collision gradually dissipated. And the figures of Meng Chuan and Yang Zhenhu also emerged.

"Tick-tock... Tick tock..."

Looking at the voice, I found that at this moment, one of Meng Chuan's arms was hanging down weakly, and blood was dripping down from time to time, and the position where he was was retreated nearly ten meters away.

Meng Chuan covered his bleeding arm with one hand, and said to Yang Zhenhu with a smile: "Old... Old... Guy, I didn't expect it! Master, I'm resisting!"

"What other tricks do you have, just use them! You and I are both beginners of 'discipleship', you really can't kill me like this!"

Xu is move just now, which made Yang Zhenhu a little overconsumed. At the moment, he was standing there gasping, as if this was the only way to recover as soon as possible.

Looking at Meng Chuan, who was still smiling, Yang Zhenhu, who had not yet recovered, shouted angrily: "Little rabbit cub, see that you Yang Sanye didn't kill you today!ah!ah!"

Seeing that he had failed to kill Meng Chuan before, Yang Zhenhu decided that it was better to beat him down.

Before the words fell, Yang Zhenhu stepped forward to bully.

The distance of more than ten meters was really instantaneous for the disciples. Therefore, it feels like before the words fell, Yang Zhenhu had already deceived himself in front of Meng Chuan.

Looking at Meng Chuan, who was already close at hand, Yang Zhenhu smiled proudly: "This time, see how you block !!"

"Soul Eater--Soul Eater!"

When he waved his palm, the scar on Yang Zhenhu's cheek instantly lit up with a faint green color, and the energy on his palm also changed color.

"This is what I got from the 'Witch God Sect', you can enjoy it to the fullest!" he said and slapped Meng Chuan's shoulder with a palm.

"Poof!"

Then Meng Chuan, who was already deeply wounded, was slapped out of the air fiercely, and did not stop until he hit the protective shield on the edge.

"Haha, little rabbit cub, aren't you crazy? What? This won't work? If it really doesn't work, Yang Sanye will send you back to the west!"

Yang Zhen laughed arrogantly as he walked towards Meng Chuan unhurriedly. At this moment, it seemed to him that Meng Chuan was already a fish on his chopping board, and he was left to slaughter.

At this moment, Meng He, who was outside the energy shield, looked at his younger brother, his eyes had turned red, and the palms of his clenched hands were also bleeding blood.

"Yang Zhenhu, if you kill Meng Chuan, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces in the coming day, and I will make your Yang family repay it a hundred times!"

At this moment, Meng Ze, who had been bombarded to the edge of the dueling platform, seemed to have evil ghosts in his mind.

Meng Chuan felt that the green demons were devouring his spiritual power and tearing at his soul. It seems that it will not be long before his spirit and soul will be divided by these demons.

"Big brother, Meng Chuan is incompetent, and in the future, my father and Meng will have to hand it over to you. ”

It's just when Meng Chuan gives up hope. The almost destroyed spiritual world in his mind was suddenly swept away by a voice like a Zen sound.

"The way of cultivating the mind has no gods and no souls, it is true. Repair..."

After the sound of Zen, the green ghosts are like the rapid dissolution of snowflakes under the bright sun. When all the evil ghosts disappeared, Meng Chuan's soul and spiritual power not only did not damage, but also seemed to become a little stronger.

Meng Chuan, who was already ready to give up, felt a change in his spirit. Although I was confused, I instantly regained my confidence.

"Little rabbit cub, Yang Sanye will send you on your way!" Yang Zhenhu raised his palm, and with enough energy, he slapped Meng Chuan's chest heavily.

At this moment, Meng Chuan's eyes bloomed with dazzling light in vain, and his reclining body moved in an instant.

Then, he slammed the fist wrapped in the power of annihilation into Yang Zhenhu's chest.

"Silence - Collapse Triple Stack!"

With a sound that was not too loud, Yang Zhenhu slapped Meng Chuan's palm, which stopped abruptly half an inch from his chest.

"You... You... , how could it be spiritual... It's all right!"

Then, Yang Zhenhu's body fell straight to the ground, and he couldn't die anymore.

Outside the dueling arena, Meng Bihua looked at Meng Chuan, who had saved the day, and Yang Zhenhu, who was already dead, and couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief.

And Meng He, who is not far from Meng Chuan, has already burst into tears at this moment.

"Meng Chuan won! Meng Chuan survived!"

Outside the dueling arena, Yang Zhenlong looked at his younger brother as a corpse in a daze, and his mind buzzed as if he had been bombarded with a heavy hammer.

After a while, he roared and said, "Director Chen Yuan, he Meng is cheating! Yang Zhenhu can't lose, they must have used some means." ”

"Okay, Patriarch Yang, since you participate in the 'gambling fight', you must have the consciousness of death. Also, my gem didn't react just now. So, that cheating you're talking about is definitely impossible!"

"I think, you two better prepare for the next one! The next one will start in fifteen minutes!"

After saying this, Chen Yuan didn't pay attention to it. Close your eyes on the stone chair and recuperate.

...... To be continued