Now the remaining ghosts and human cultivators on the stage are all occupied by more or less one side in their respective fields, and they are all more cautious and will not act at will.

Unless you have absolute confidence in yourself and can crush the rest of the people, you will act rashly.

Otherwise, it will only cause the side to go and besiege that one at the same time.

Even if the strength of this challenger is much worse than the last batch, Jiang Futing's strength among these ghosts is still not top-notch.

According to the estimation of the strength they showed during the competition just now, it is already good that he can hold on to the number of fifty this time.

It is impossible to get the lottery by playing hard, he must seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and give full play to his advantages to the extreme, so that there is a glimmer of possibility.

To put it nicely, it is called resourcefulness, and to put it ugly, it is to secretly poke and rob people's heads.

And you have to kill with one move!

Jiang Futing's own talent in speed is relatively good, and the soul body is without the shackles of the body, so it looks like a ghost.

The lethality and destructive power of turbidity is incomparably strong, as long as you seize the opportunity of the opponent's surprise and stab it with a sword, the realm is not too bad, and the opponent can basically lose its combat effectiveness because of this.

Although the means are a little yin, after this chaos, the turbidity consumed by his body is not much, and his spiritual power is still very full.

The number of gladiatorial arenas was unconsciously fifty, and among these fifty, Jiang Futing was undoubtedly the weakest.

There is no other ghost whose realm is not higher than him, and there are stronger ones who are more than two orders, and they are all steady and steady strength, not a realm that is hard to pull up by treasures or partial methods.

The empty gladiatorial arena gradually gained a bit of tension.

At this time, the remaining ghosts no longer disdained to suppress their true strength, and released the coercion of their own energy one by one, but whenever a slightly weaker one appeared, they would be quickly annihilated by the people around them.

Jiang Futing looked at the surrounding atmosphere coldly, for him, the result of showing and not showing is the same, the realm is the lowest, it is better to keep a little bit of the bottom for himself.

He was still carefully suppressing, but a few ghosts close to him had already noticed the strangeness on his side, and after solving a ghost not far away, several people quickly transferred the target to him!

Several cold, violent breaths squeezed towards him at the same time from all around him.

In the case that the disparity in the realm is not too great, the coercion of a single force is quite acceptable, but now nearly ten different forces are superimposed at the same time, like a chaotic blender, which can tear apart the soul body standing in the middle.

The first few were all killed because they couldn't stand such a crush.

Bai Tang's eyes in the corner were a lot more solemn, and he looked at the black shadow on the stage with a focused expression, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

Under the absolute suppression, a stronger force is needed to counter-press back!

Jiang Futing raised his eyes, his dark and indifferent pupils were full of surging coldness, and the turbid qi that had just accumulated in his body for a long time finally had a chance to be released.

The breath of eternity and old age is invisible

Covered the whole field.

The faces of the few demons who were still provoking him just now suddenly changed!

The audience didn't know what was going on, and the spread of Jiang Futing's power was only controlled on the stage, and they only saw that the challengers on the stage were slow to react.

I don't know if it's conditioned or shocked.

However, the relationship between the realms and the constraints of coercion did not last long before they were broken, but they still won enough opportunities for Jiang Futing.

He froze, gathered the gray sword in his hand, and swung it at the ghost that was the first to attack him.

One move to extinguish!

This sword is a full blow, without reservation, otherwise with the strength of the current opponent, it will be overturned if it seizes the opportunity.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Futing easily eliminated the few evil ghosts that had just wrapped around him.

At this time, the attraction of the audience was all gathered on Jiang Futing's seemingly comfortable suppression.

No one noticed that the Optimus Stone Pillar suddenly lit up, and the black-robed figure faintly emerged from the stone pillar again.

The more powerful demons not far away seemed to sense the strangeness and peculiarity of the energy fluctuations here, and they all rushed towards Jiang Futing's side.

Getting closer, it seemed that they smelled the unique smell of his power, and a pair of cold eyes began to gush with fanatical greed!

The frequent offensives made Jiang Futing a little overwhelmed at first, and retreated step by step.

When he saw the group of ghosts surrounding him, the crazy heat and desire in his eyes, his face changed.

Not good!

The power of turbidity is terrifying, daunting and at the same time, it will also make the greedy people reveal the evil thoughts of fighting.

He can still hold back a little breath when attacking normally, but when he is under threat, he can't fully control it, probably because he has forgotten it for too long, and the Daoist priest from a few months ago can't hide his desire to have this power.

What's more, these insatiable evil ghosts in front of you.

The battle situation on the stage was a little chaotic for a while, and almost all the evil ghosts floated towards Jiang Futing, and those who didn't know why didn't know what the situation was, and they also followed the trend to join the army of grabbing Tang monks' meat.

Although Bai Tang has been vigilantly paying attention to Jiang Futing's state, he has no intention of making a move, just simply observing the situation on the stage.

He pinched his fingers as usual, leaned on the edge of the stage casually, and swept the tail of his slightly raised eyes over the black robe that emerged intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was waiting for something.

While Jiang Futing was dodging and fighting back, he was also thinking quickly in his heart.

He just took the time to glance at Bai Tang, the other party's eyes were the same as usual, indifferently, he didn't let him stop, he didn't blame him for getting carried away and forgetting his proportions, but he didn't guide him what to do in the future.

Just let him play freely.

With a sudden blow from the front, he flashed sideways, and the horizontal sword swept directly around!

The evil ghost in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of him, and he took a few injuries of varying degrees with him.

He stared coldly at the group of ghosts that were still coming towards him, and this would be considered free

Wave, and it won't play anywhere.

The current situation is dire, and the strength in his body has been almost consumed.

Jiang Futing frowned and looked around, and began to think about how to get out of this.

But at this time, the strange appearance of his chest that was finally pressed down just now began to surge again.

The piece of iron seemed to be awakened, and it was stirring in his body, a strange burning and stinging pain burning down his heart and along his veins.

The sky above his head, which had been lifeless for a long time, suddenly swelled and the sea of clouds rolled violently.

The sound of the black demon wind was like ten thousand ghosts crying together, and in an instant, it rolled up a sea of sand thousands of feet high, like 100,000 military horses rolling from afar.

All the ghosts in the arena were shaken by this earth-shattering vision.

Jiang Futing only felt as if there were thousands of fire knives burning in his chest, he gritted his teeth and resisted the powerful power of heartburn, holding the gray sword tightly in his hand, and the breath of his soul weakened very quickly under the movement of the iron block in his heart!

While the attention of the other ghosts was attracted by this vision of heaven and earth, his dark eyes swept among the ghosts!

Now is the time!

He grabbed the brief gap between the ghosts, slid and dodged, and slipped off the stage with dexterity and speed like a swimming fish.

Bai Tang had just felt the strangeness in his soul, but he didn't know what was going on, after all, no matter how powerful the twin seals were, it was impossible to pinpoint what attack the other party had suffered.

It wasn't until he saw Jiang Futing's very weak soul body at the moment, and the irrepressible restlessness in the soul body, that he realized that something was wrong.

He raised his hand for a moment, first isolating his breath from the outside world, and then calming him with his own ghostly energy.

After waiting for a few seconds, Jiang Futing's soul condensed a little before he spoke: "What's the matter with the breath on your body?" ”

There was a rare coldness in the clear voice.

Jiang Futing's chest was still a little burning, and the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to move, but he was afraid that Bai Tang would be too worried, so he held on to himself, but the weakness in his voice couldn't be covered.

"That piece of iron······ Not! He gasped in pain from the sudden rush of energy in his chest: "I'm going to wake up." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the stone pillar in the middle with a floating dragon, the black-robed figure was still suspended in the air, and his deep pupils were staring at the iron block in the other party's hand.

The originally silent iron block also began to surge with violent gray power.

He could even see the withered palm that peeked out of the black robe trembling with excitement.

Jiang Futing had an indescribable sense of traction from the time his chest moved just now, and he sensed that it was coming from the stone pillar, and sure enough, it should have been something between the two fragments.

Just as the two of them were spying on what was in his hand at the same time, the black-robed robe seemed to notice him slipping down from the stage, and suddenly turned his head to face them!

Bai Tang's heart sank, and he clenched Jiang Futing's arm thoughtfully, but his light tone was cold killing intent: "He noticed you." ”

Jiang Futing pinched

Clenched his fist, Bai Tang's faint voice still floated in his ears: "This means that he knows that the power in your body can inspire this thing, this guy." ”

"I can't keep it."

After he said the last three words indifferently, Jiang Futing found that the touch on his arm suddenly disappeared.

The black clouds in the sky rolled more violently with the power of the iron in the palm of the black robe's hand, and each surge was like a stormy wave, and the wind was hissing.

The fragile earth began to shake again for a long time, and the space shook as if it could no longer bear to be broken.

"There is no heaven in the sky, and there is no earth in the earth." The black-robed demon was stunned as he recalled what he had just said, and seemed to understand something, and opened his throat to laugh.

"Qinglian was born from turbidity since Hongyuan, and rebirth will naturally be born from turbidity!"

All the ghosts present did not dare to come out, and the ancient coercion that emanated from the energy invisibly made all the ghosts unable not to be afraid, and their strength was so weak that they had already surrendered to their knees.

Jiang Futing stared at the direction of the black robe, and restrained the iron in his body to be turbulent.

At this moment, "Boom! There was a loud tearing sound in midair.

(End of chapter)