"Bang bang."

Ice blades broke out of the ground, firmly protecting Lan Wujiang, and the iron-eating beast's arm swept in the direction of Lan Wujiang, and actually sandwiched Lan Wujiang directly in the armpit.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's mouth twitched.

I didn't expect this big guy to be very short-sighted.

At this time, the Iron Eater Beast had already regarded Lan Wujiang as his private property, and the white lion wanted to harm her? That's looking for death!

The snowflakes flying in the wind turned into an ice blade, and the ice blade flew up all over the sky, directly attacking the white lion, the speed was comparable to light, and in the blink of an eye, the ice blade stabbed the white lion into a sieve and nailed it to the iron wall a hundred meters away.

Blood gushes.

The roar of the decadent crow resounded through the sky, Lan Wujiang slipped out of the armpit of the iron-eating beast, she stepped up, the cold plum sword reflected the moonlight, she crossed the light, fell from the sky, split the beak of the crow, the green dirty juice splashed to the ground, the surrounding poisonous gas dissipated, Lan Wujian grabbed the pair of bird legs, hundreds of catties of the crow was thrown up by Lan Wujiang in this way, and was thrown into the swamp.

The swamp kept sinking, its eyes widened, and the resentment in its body turned into demonic energy, and it used its last strength to deal a fatal blow to Lan Wu.

Lan Wujiang's fingers trembled, and the demonic qi rolling in his blood was tempted and rolled in his body.

Seeing this, the half-dead turtle himself turned into a grudge and fell into a demon, hanging on his breath and half of his head in the sand for a long time.

Wisps of demonic qi enveloped Lan Wujiang, forming a sudden black mass.

She suddenly grinned and swallowed all the demonic qi into her body.

"Plop." Lan Wujiang knelt on one knee, leaning on the sword to support his body, his eyes were red, Wu Changli's heart was pinched for a moment, and his lips pursed into a line.

It stands to reason that Lan Wujiang doesn't have a dantian, so he shouldn't be troubled by demonic energy......

Seeing that Lan Wujiang's body was surrounded by demonic energy, Nan Luwen suddenly stood up from his seat and scolded angrily, "The evil demon is outside, it should be killed immediately!"

He immediately pulled out his matching sword, wanting to make a move on Lan Wujiang in the end.

"Those who come to the Colosseum do not refuse, it doesn't matter if it is the demon or the immortal master, after all, when you enter the Colosseum, the winner is king." Huan Huan smiled suddenly, and his smile was cold.

"What is the prince so excited about? Haven't you forgotten the rules? Princess Quan glanced at Nan Luwen, and a large number of guards appeared behind Nan Luwen, with long blades pointing straight at them, and a subtle aura permeated the Colosseum.

There were a lot of demon cultivators in the stands today, and his action was nothing more than to arouse public anger.

Nan Luwen gritted his teeth, and sat back in his position unwillingly, his face was red and purple, purple and black, and finally turned pale, and his eyes were so heavy that water could drip out.

"Ahh

She bit her lip, the smell of blood spreading in her mouth.

No matter how painful she was now, people would always see only that iron face, as if she had just suddenly froze.

"Sss Lan Wujiang gasped for breath, sweat soaked through his clothes, and the demonic qi began to corrode his body.

And at the moment of corroding the body, it actually entered the flesh and merged with the evil qi.

Constant necrotic nerves and new nerves.

She didn't use any protective measures, just relied on this body alone to fight the pain.

The demonic qi was thinner little by little, and the physique was constantly getting stronger, and the evil qi that could be accommodated in the waste dantian seemed to be twice as much as before.

Lan Wujiang's hand holding the hilt of the sword had been ground by herself.

In the middle of the sound, all the demonic qi was swallowed up by Lan Wujiang, and the body training realm rose to the fourth level in a row!

She slowly stood up and walked towards the turtle with her sword in hand.

The turtle's eyes almost popped out, and it fled frantically.

"Click."

The sword light flashed, and Lan Wujiang completely killed the turtle.

The third level, pass!

The audience erupted in strong cheers.

No one knew who the young man was, but they were all ecstatic at this moment.

That's the beauty of the Colosseum.

An old man discovered Lan Wujiang's breakthrough, and couldn't help but feel amazed, "The path of physical cultivation is really very human, and it is really unimaginable to use demonic qi to practice the body......"

Wu Changli, who was sitting behind the old man, let go of his clenched palm, laughed softly, and let go of his hanging heart.

The sweat in the palms of his hands was cold from the wind.

Yes, she is Lan Wujiang, how could Lan Wujiang be knocked down by this difficulty?

The Lan Wujiang he knew was a high-spirited girl on the martial arts platform, with the confidence and courage to win with one move.

Bright, blazing, like fire, like the sun.