From time to time, Yang Zhi stood proudly in the center of the God of War Terrace, only to hear a burst of sound breaking the sky in the crowd, and then a muscular man appeared on the opposite side, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"It's so good to talk about it, and it's so good, but in the end, you can't avoid death!" the muscular man came up with a sneer.

"But I have to say, you are very bold, but unfortunately in my eyes, you are a person who sells fame and reputation, I am kind, I will give you a suggestion, if you don't want to die, get off the stage by yourself, I don't want your blood to stain my hands!" he added, further stimulating.

However, Yang Zhi just thought he was barking at the dog, and always stood there calmly, just asking a question that should be asked: "Which sect are you fool from, and who is your surname, I, Yang Zhi, will not kill a cat or a dog with no name and no surname!"

"You're looking for death!" the muscular man was furious, but then he was still very cooperative and reported to his family, which was the next day in Guan Yulou, Liang Mu's fellow disciple.

Yin Bu rushed to attack first, and at the same time as he stepped out, he raised his hand and blasted towards Yang Zhi with a punch.

A very simple punch, not only did he not use any weapons, but he didn't even bother to release the martial spirit.

Facing Yang Zhi, who was only in the early stage of the upper martial arts, he was afraid that once he released the martial spirit, the latter would be so frightened that he would lose the courage to fight, so he would jump out of the ring and admit defeat, in that case, although he could easily win, he would not be able to take the life of this ant!

"Practice Qi Technique, Flying Knife Slash!"

Yang Zhi doesn't care whether the other party is big or not, since he is looking for death, then why do he need to be polite, half of the residual knife flew out of the Sumeru ring, and a layer of gluttonous power spread, accompanied by Qi wrapped the residual knife, and then sacrificed it, and returned with a knife!

Zheng Zheng!

The light of the knife is astonishing, and the half-cut knife is rendered brilliantly and dazzling.

However, Yin Bu didn't care and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, are you very poor in the Chaos Gate, don't you even have a complete knife?

Before the laughter fell, the knife light flashed, Yin Bu suddenly saw his feet, and couldn't help blinking his eyes vigorously, what is going on?

"Poof", the blood soared, Yin Bu was cut off on the spot, the upper body fell to the ground, and the lower body was still stiff, cut in two!

Because the blade was so fast, he didn't even feel the pain.

Knot...... It's over?

And that's the end of it?

Watching the battle, Hua Manyuan's mouth was wide open, his eyes were almost bulging out, he couldn't believe his eyes, and he suspected that he was dreaming.

The early high-ranking martial artist on that stage just waved his sword, and his proud protégé, Yin Bu, who was a level 25 cultivator, was cut in half!

As everyone knows, Yang Zhi's knife is as fast as lightning, and it takes less than half a second to fly out and back, and it is impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye.

"What the hell just happened?"

"What the hell is that half-truncated knife in that kid's hand?"

Many martial artists in the crowd came back to their senses, all of them had bulging eyes, and a burst of dreams appeared in their eyes, and they couldn't catch Yang Zhi's movements without spiritual sense.

"Hallucination, this must be a fucking hallucination, that kid's cultivation is more rubbish than Lao Tzu, how can he really kill the heir of the 25th level Guanyulou with a single knife!" most of the audience couldn't believe it and roared in their hearts.

"Next, who is it?" Yang Zhi didn't care about other people's feelings, and the half-cut remnant sword was playing in mid-air, flying and dancing, and his dark and cold eyes were extremely deep.

It's just a killing Yin Bu, a broken knife is enough, he is humiliating Guanyulou, and he has to pay the price for targeting the people of the Chaos Gate.

In the audience, no one answered, and all the martial artists in the audience were silent, shocked by the bullying he had just made, even those geniuses who were self-sustaining were also thinking of watching coldly and letting others test the waters first.

"Arrogant!"

On the judges' stage, witnessing Yang Zhi's empty performance, Yan Guang's eyes were cold, and he was about to step out with his feet, but he was immediately stopped by the Wuji Sect elder beside him.

"Elder......" Yan Guang was stunned.

"Let's take a look first!" Wang Chonghai shook his head, and then said: "This son is a little weird, even if you want to fight, you have to find out his path first." ”

The cold atmosphere lasted for a few minutes, and then returned to normal, and those who were able to follow the high-level of the sect to attack today were all the elites of the younger generation of elites, although they were shocked by Yang Zhi's amazing knife, but this stage, the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, it is impossible for everyone not to have the courage to challenge Yang Zhi, after all, his cultivation is there, and it is only level 20.

The level of cultivation determines the strength or weakness, this is the usual evaluation standard for the strength of martial artists, even if there is a difference, it will not be too different.

Therefore, defeating a Yin Bu is not enough for Yang Zhi to become an invincible overlord in the ring.

"Blood Demon Temple, the Dove Demon Wisdom asks Your Excellency for advice!"

A monk came to the stage, with a tattoo on his face, a robe tied around his waist, and no shoes on his feet, which was very weird, obviously a person of the Demon Dao, this kind of degenerate monk is extremely rare.

The 27th level cultivation of the Dove Demon Wisdom is two small realms higher than Yin Bu, and there is a very uncomfortable demonic aura all over his body.

Yang Zhi looked at this person, nodded according to the number of courtesies, and his face was expressionless: "Let's do it!"

Hearing this, the dove demon wisdom showed a strange smile, and just as Yang Zhi frowned, he suddenly took a step forward, his eyes widened, and his tongue burst into a spring thunderous voice: "Look at my eyes!"

His voice seemed to have magical power, and Yang Zhi didn't resist at all after hearing it, and looked straight into the other party's eyes.

"What obedient!" Hakumachi breathed a sigh of relief, full confidence in his "Ecstasy Eye".

What's more, he was a double attack just now, and his voice was also ecstasy.

"Get on your knees!"

The magic sound rose again, and Zhen Dove Demon Zhi looked at Yang Zhi, pointed to his dirty bare feet and said: "Crawl over on your knees and lick my toes clean!"

However, this time Yang Zhi did not make any move!

I saw that Yang Zhi was standing motionless, without any reaction.

"Huh?" Gu Mozhi was surprised, and a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, so he accentuated his tone again: "I asked you to kneel down and crawl over and lick my toes clean, did you hear it!"

"You, sick?"

In response to him, there was a mocking sound, and Yang Zhi's sluggish appearance suddenly changed, and he looked at Gu Demon Zhi like an idiot.

"No way, you...... You weren't affected by my ecstasy sound, and you didn't hit my ecstasy eye?"

But he didn't know that Yang Zhi was the "reincarnation" of a ground-level qi practitioner, and his soul was extremely powerful, if he wasn't injured by the thunder tribulation, he could compete with ordinary martial artists with only his spiritual power.

And since he practiced gluttonous heavenly skills, Yang Zhi absorbed Xiao Lao's soul, and he had already healed the soul wounds, and now in terms of soul, his strength is far stronger than his body, how can he be ecstasy!

"No...... How is it possible, this is not true, it must not be true......" The dove demon sweat was like a spring, and his eyes were out of focus, as if he couldn't accept this reality.

However, suddenly, his eyes showed a cunning and fierce light, his body burst up, and he slapped Yang Zhi with a strong palm, launching a surprise attack.

"Blood Demon Mudra!"

A palm print condensed by red spiritual power, with a rolling demonic aura, instantly enveloped Yang Zhi's front.

"Slash!"

Yang Zhi snorted softly, holding a half-cut knife to meet the attack, the red knife light, coupled with a gluttonous power, with incomparable power, smashed the blood-colored big handprint.

In the next moment, the crimson sword light rolled up the boundless killing momentum and fell straight to the forehead of the dove demon wisdom, about to take his life.

"Stop!"

A loud cry sounded, roaring in Yang Zhi's ears, and his body rushed forward, and the qi and blood in his body shook and rolled, almost spurting out a mouthful of reverse blood.

On the viewing seat, an old monk with a cold breath stood up: "You won this game, and the dove demon wisdom of my temple admits defeat......"

"Yes, yes, you won, I recognize ......" Gu Demon Zhi was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, and hurriedly hugged his fists to give in, fortunately, the elders of the sect helped, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, before he could say the last word "lose", the red sword light fell directly!

With a "poof", the hot blood soared, a head fell to the ground, and the head of the dove demon wisdom was in a different place!