After this, the Empire's rule here will be more stable and unshakable, and non-Yukiori will be able to catch the opponent she wants.

In the name of the Demon Moon Sect, Su Junbao killed Murong Qiudi and more than a dozen other evil young people in Taige City, which did bring a lot of psychological pressure to Tianjiao in Nanhua Mansion, and had scruples about the matter of martial arts, but some people didn't think so, what they thought was that if they took this opportunity to make great contributions to the Central Empire and curry favor with Tuoba Hankong, the future would be limitless.

The worse the situation, the better the chance they have to perform, and Zhang Ling is one of these people!

It is impossible to say that he is not afraid of the Demon Moon Sect, but he is more eager to make meritorious contributions, so he is the first to come to power, and the means are extremely cruel, he knows how to behave himself and please his master.

"Who will come next, as Young Master Ben said, come up and kowtow three times, I can spare his life, otherwise he will die!" Zhang Ling continued to shout.

The competition has to go on!

Xin Peng is dead, the body has just been carried down, and there are still seventy-nine players left, looking at the stage, many of the martial artists who failed today are actually a little lucky, thanks to them lost, otherwise it will not be a competition today, but a killing!

"Boy, what are you proud of!"

After a period of silence, a person stood up, it was a big man with a bald head, the He Danguo warrior Guanglie who had defeated Qianyi, he held a battle axe in his hand, and jumped onto the battle platform in one step.

"You are nothing more than relying on the support of the Central Empire behind you, what's the big deal, our Northern Regions Mangyuan is not a coward, we are silent, not because we are afraid of you, but because we know that we can't hit a stone with an egg, for the sake of more families, if you only talk about martial arts, no matter how strong you are, who can you scare? Uncle Ben is bright, I'll come to meet you! Guanglie said after taking the stage.

"Oh? Yes, then let's just talk about martial arts now, and see if I can beat you to the heart, the roar of the weak is worthless! Zhang Ling said coldly with disdain.

"Then you are ready to die!"

With these words, Guanglie roared angrily, jumped up in the air, and the huge battle axe in his hand instantly filled with demonic energy.

When fighting against Qianji, Guanglie adopted the tactics of defensive attrition, which seemed very relaxed from beginning to end, and this time it was he who took the initiative to attack, I am afraid this is the embodiment of his real attack power.

"Landslide!"

At this time, Guang Lie urged all his strength, and his body was swirled with blood-red demonic energy, like an ancient barbarian god descending on the earth.

He knew he had three chances to attack, and each one should not be missed.

A blood-red axe shadow slashed at the top of Zhang Ling's head.

Guanglie knew that Zhang Ling's eyesight was extremely high, and his body was extremely fast, and Xin Peng's swordsmanship with his light and agile skills could not stab the other party, not to mention his slightly bulky battle axe.

But Guanglie knows how the other party is ever-changing, but only a pair of feet under his feet can't move, his axe is chopped off on the head, the other party can only block, if you dodge, even if the head can dodge, the foot will definitely be cut off, but if the other party moves, it will be lost.

And if the other party chooses to hard-connect, Guanglie himself is known for brute strength, which is his only advantage.

This person looks tall and rugged, but his head is quite good.

Facing the blood-colored axe shadow that was slashed at the head, Zhang Ling only sneered, the other party was indeed a power-type opponent, but if he wanted to deal with him with such a trick, it was still far away.

I saw Zhang Ling silently chanting.

"The moon moves and the stars turn!"

The sword arced in his hand, and when it was almost overhead, he stretched out his other hand to support the blade of the sword, and the sword just caught up with the shadow of the axe.

"Boom!"

The two sides fought against each other, Guanglie felt evenly matched in strength, and it was possible that he was better than some, but the axe shadow he split was unloaded to the side by the other party in a peculiar way, Guanglie is not low in martial arts, and he knows the wonder of this skill, but he just can't contain the strength in his hand.

"Bang!"

The light that slashed from the air was carried by Zhang Ling's strength to the side, and the axe in his hand slashed to the platform without obeying the call, sparks shot everywhere, and there was a muffled sound.

"Be careful, Warrior!"

Zhang Ling stood in place and said mockingly, without moving at all.

"Humph!"

After staggering out two steps, Guang Lie stabilized his body, let out a cold snort, and the giant axe in his hand turned.

"Cross-section!"

With lightning speed, he attacked Zhang Ling again, and the axe dragged an arc in the air, slashing horizontally at Zhang Ling's waist, as if to cut him off.

"Wishful thinking!"

Zhang Ling sneered again, put the sword upright, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and the left hand flattened the sword body, it seemed that he was going to stand still and connect the full force of the power-type Wu Lie's axe.

"I'll let you know the gap between us! Whether it's skill, or strength! Zhang Ling said.

"Bang!"

The huge blade of the axe and the blade of the sword collided together, violently rubbing into sparks, but they could not cut in a single bit.

Zhang Jun caught this axe steadily, and compared to strength, he was not under the other party at all.

The two axes passed, whether it was a horizontal or vertical split, Wu Lie couldn't make Zhang Ling move half a point, and he only had one last move left.

This time, Guanglie did not rush to attack, holding the axe in one hand, the blade of the axe facing down against the ground, gasping for breath.

He seemed to have only two axes, but he used all his strength.

"You forced me!" Guanglie looked at the other party and said.

"Oh? If there is any other trick, just use it! Zhang Ling still said mockingly.

"Humph!"

Guanglie was silent, as if he had made up his mind. He suddenly turned his axe back and used the blade to cut two bloody wounds in his strong chest.

Guanglie's sudden self-harm behavior made Zhang Ling's eyes widen slightly, not that he felt that the other party could bring him any threat, but that he thought it was funny.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Zhang Ling said.

"That man...... What to do, what to suddenly cut on yourself! ”

Li Ya on the shore was also stunned and said, it is estimated that this is also a question that most people think of.

As a good sister, Hua Wanzi glanced at her, and she couldn't answer herself, they were born in the countryside, and the level of martial arts that they could get in touch with was not high, but they knew about it.

"What he should be using is some kind of secret technique that can temporarily increase the strength of a martial artist!" Prime Minister Mogu said.

"Oh?"

Both of them looked at each other, this prime minister cultivated spiritual power, but he knew a wide range of martial arts things, even far more than many martial arts cultivators.

Mogu also looked at the other party, and said: "The martial family has always been the Zhenguo General's Mansion of He Danguo, and it is rumored that there is a family heirloom blood god eighteen axes, and it is even rumored that there is a secret technique that burns his own blood and vitality at the cost of temporarily increasing his attack power, I guess he is now performing this secret method."

"If he has this secret technique, why didn't he use it in the first place?" Li Ya asked puzzled.