When all the martial cultivators arrived, their eyebrows were upside down, and when they saw the ten demon beasts slowly approaching, they swallowed their saliva, and couldn't help but retreat. Han Sanjiang, armed with a short sword, killed him.

The other twenty were shocked. "This kid is crazy!"

"Whatever, if he dies, there will be one less competitor, after all, only one person has a chance to survive."

The streamer sword technique was unleashed, and the flexible pace spared the death entanglement of a brutal soul-stalking poisonous python, and the toes lightly stepped on the top of the head of the two-headed evil tiger, and the short sword slashed like a meteor, inserting it into the head of a crescent moon fox.

The crescent moon fox, which was more than four zhang long, struggled in pain, and when it screamed, a six-armed demon ape raised its hand and tore it towards Han Sanjiang, and its agile body jumped into the sky again, and the demon ape's big hand hammered off the back of the crescent moon fox.

The sound of bone cracking sounded crisply, and the weakest crescent fox among the ten demon beasts died on the spot.

The twenty people looked at Han Sanjiang's elegant posture, and it was a little unbelievable that he was still alive. Unbeknownst to everyone, a sedipede emerged from the ground behind them.

"Ahh

A scream sounded, and a martial artist who participated in the game, half of his shoulder was bitten off by a scuritive centipede, and Bai Huahua's bones were exposed.

Almost at the same time, the centipede's mouth sprayed dark green venom from its mouth, melting the two into a pool of blood.

The scene was bloody, and the outer disciples and a few inner disciples on the abyss cliff burst into foul language, shouting with joy.

However, there was something wrong with one of them, and he was unusually pale.

Gong Ling'er was so excited that she sat up from the seat and jumped up and shouted to vent her excitement.

"Well done! Boy, go on, kill them all for me, and the ten crystals will be yours. Han Sanjiang's performance made her very satisfied.

Murong Yuntian's palms were cold sweat, he couldn't afford to lose this game. Ten Xuanjing is a trivial matter, but that spirit beast, he spent a lot of money to get it, and its value is far from estimable.

Spirit beasts are more intelligent than ordinary demon beasts, they can cultivate like humans, and they may still be weak in their infancy, but once they grow up, even the best of the human race will tremble.

These spiritual objects are priceless and unmarketable, and if he is not completely sure, he will never take them out to gamble. Who would have thought that this person found by this crazy girl would be so perverted, killing a demon beast in the middle of the first order, even more playful.

Murong Yuntian's gloomy gaze looked at a slightly weak young man in the field, and said secretly: Dazhi, everything depends on you, if you can't even settle everything with the innate sixfold spiritual cultivation, then it is useless to leave you.

In an instant, Han Sanjiang had already made the two slightly weaker demon beasts fall to the ground, the flesh and blood under the fur were ruthlessly cut, and the heavy body fell unwillingly. Han Sanjiang is like a butcher.

The remaining eight demon beasts, except for the retreating centipede, the remaining seven all looked at Han Sanjiang fiercely.

"Hey-what a big idiot, facing seven first-order high-level demon beasts at the same time, you're going to die!" Gong Ling'er hates that iron does not become steel.

Murong Yuntian's face softened slightly.

At the same time, facing the seven heads, Han Sanjiang was also a little unbearable, the short sword in his hand was clenched, his waist was slightly down, and his divine sense swept around, scouting every move of the demon beast.

Almost at the same time, the seven-headed demon beast tacitly moved, and they also seemed to see the terrifying thing about this dwarf human.

The six-armed demon ape, the six arms are grabbed without leaving dead ends; The soul-entanglement poisonous python body rolled, wanting to strangle Han Sanjiang to death, and the mouth poison spewed out like raindrops; The red fire split-headed lion, his lips were torn, and his blood basin swallowed towards the cold three rivers......

No one thinks that Han Sanjiang can survive, only Gong Ling'er still has a thought.

In an instant, a set of boxing techniques brewed in Han Sanjiang's mind, which was the boxing method he created by himself after reading nearly a thousand martial arts in the library for nearly half a year.

It's a good time to take this opportunity to rehearse.

The body under the clothes was surging, and the power in the body was all gathered on the fist, and within half a zhang of Han Sanjiang standing, the wind was raging, and his sword eyebrows were upside down, and a punch hit the ground.

Bang~

A strong tremor was felt throughout the canyon. The power of this punch made the inner and outer disciples who watched with a pleasant smile on their faces freeze their smiles and were frightened, the power of this punch, even if they used all their Xuan power and merged into a defensive shield, they would definitely not be able to stop it.

"This kid...... There is a problem. ”

The earth collapsed, and the seven-headed demon beast, together with Han Sanjiang himself, fell to the ground, his calves bent slightly, and with a sudden kick on the ground, Han Sanjiang flew up, and the short sword split the giant ape three grasps and escaped.

The elegant figure came out peacefully, and the six demon beasts collided together.

Six-headed? Han Sanjiang's expression suddenly tightened. What about the other end? Don't......

Suddenly, Han Sanjiang felt a chill behind him, and the short sword immediately stabbed backwards, and the figure of a bloodthirsty mantis appeared out of thin air, and the short sword stabbed its vital point, and bright red blood flowed down the blade.

This bloodthirsty mantis is no more than the size of a human body, but it can be stealthy and lurking, if it weren't for Han Sanjiang's strong divine sense, his head would have been cut off by the mantis at this moment.

Even if he found it for the first time, his abdomen was pierced by the sharp claws of the praying mantis, and his clothes were dyed red.

Decisively ending the mantis, Han Sanjiang immediately retreated, seriously injured, and the six-headed demon beast seemed to identify him, crawled out of the pit, and rushed towards him frantically.

The rest of the martial cultivators who participated in the competition didn't have time to sigh at the toughness of Han Sanjiang, they were killed by the centipedes and jumped up and down, hiding in Tibet.

The Escape Centipede, the strongest among the ten demon beasts, has a hard shell that is invulnerable, moves in unison, is extremely fast, and contains poison in its mouth, it is simply a nightmare in everyone's hearts, and ten martial cultivators have been buried in its mouth.

The remaining ten people, seeing the opportunity, rushed towards Han Sanjiang, wanting to attract the escaped centipede to him.

Covering his bleeding abdomen, Han Sanjiang's killing thoughts surged, not to the demon beast, but to the ten people in front of him.

He didn't want to kill, but only if others didn't harm him.

Gong Ling'er jumped up and down, no longer reserved as a girl, and said angrily: "Dead boy, look at the good things you have done, this time you are going to die, and I will pay for it!" Damn—"

"Shut up!" Han Sanjiang was displeased and shouted angrily.

Gong Ling'er's hand grabbed the railing. "Bastard, you dare to shut me up?"

With a smug smile on his face, Murong Yuntian gently made a neck wiping motion towards the young man below, signaling him to kill Han Sanjiang first, and then deal with the others, this game should also be over.

The young man grabbed a talisman between his two fingers in his long cuffs, and a little mystic power gently moved and threw it out as he approached.

Suddenly, a light sword flew out of the halo of the talisman and stabbed towards Han Sanjiang.

The young man sneered: "Die! The talisman that can't be stopped by the innate sevenfold spiritual cultivation will definitely kill you. ”

Gong Ling'er frowned angrily, grabbed Murong Yuntian's neckline, and gritted her teeth.

"You dare to cheat! How can your people cast talismans, obviously they are a spiritual cultivator, this game is not counted, dare to brush me, believe it or not, I killed you. ”

With the fury of thunder, Gong Ling'er's terrifying Xuan power surged.

Murong Yuntian shuddered, he knew that this crazy girl had always done what she said, and he might not be an opponent when she really fought, so he immediately took out the note in his hand and sneered: "Senior Sister Ling'er, the white characters and black paper can be written clearly, the contestants, each send one person, but it didn't say that you can't specify the spiritual cultivation, you want to break the contract?" Moreover, this is by everyone's consent. ”