"Cut, you really dare to come out, that's Anyang, how can this kind of second-rate monk contend with!"

"Hey, I really don't know if I want to praise him for his courage or say that he is not self-sufficient."

After the torture force appeared, the surrounding monks began to talk about it.

At this time, Anyang still did not appear, and it seemed that he did not care about this battle.

"Please Xiangwulou to fight, otherwise I will declare that the Mu family has won this game!"

The old man in the gladiatorial arena shouted An Yang's name twice, and An Yang still appeared, which made him a little angry in his heart, so he gave Xiangwu an ultimatum downstairs with a cold face.

"It's just a game, is it necessary for Zhao Lao to attach so much importance to it?"

With a flirtatious voice, a handsome man in a red robe appeared in the arena.

After he appeared, he didn't pay attention to the torture, but laughed at the old man in the field a few times.

"The battle of life and death, what is a game? Now that you're here, the battle begins! ”

The old man, who was called Zhao Lao by An Yang, replied to An Yang with a cold face, and then withdrew from the gladiatorial arena.

After An Yang appeared, the punishment force immediately became vigilant, regardless of whether the other party had the strength as rumored, this contempt for himself had already made the punishment angry.

And An Yang still had an indifferent expression, first looked at Lin Yun, and then moved his gaze to the punishment force.

"I said, I don't want to kill people today, you obediently admit defeat, and the province will hate me after death!"

An Yang's words were extremely arrogant, and he even directly pronounced the death penalty.

At this time, not only was the punishment a little angry, but even Lin Yun outside the court felt that Anyang was really too much.

You can be arrogant if you have the strength, but if you have no one in your eyes, then the end will not be much better after all.

"It's useless to talk too much, since you're standing here, you have to have a fight!"

The momentum of the torture force suddenly exploded, and the figure instantly appeared behind An Yang. A punch was thrown, and the strong military anger slammed into An Yang's heart with this punch.

"Huh?"

At this time, Anyang didn't make any moves, and even the punishment force felt that the other party was just a rumor, and he would definitely be able to succeed with this punch.

But when his punch touched An Yang, it directly pierced An Yang's body.

This time it was not only him, but many monks showed surprised looks.

At this time, Lin Yun's expression became solemn, he could see Anyang's movements clearly just now, and he actually dodged into the air the moment the fist of the torture force touched his clothes, and what the torture force penetrated was just the afterimage left by Anyang.

The punishment force in the field also felt that something was wrong, and the figure rushed out again, slamming at An Yang in the air.

This time, Anyang still didn't make a move, just like just now, and the punishment hit the afterimage again.

The third attack of the punishment force was still the same, not only did it not touch An Yang's body, but he was also played around like a monkey.

"Boom!"

When the fourth blow of the punishment force was issued, An Yang's figure did not move, and he stood there and raised his hand to fight the punishment force.

This time the punishment force finally knew the gap between himself and the other party, and just one collision made his blood roll, and his body took seven or eight steps back before it stabilized.

"Punishment, you should be very clear about the gap between us, don't take any chances, I've already let you make three moves at the beginning, don't be ignorant! This time is just a lesson, if you continue to be so stubborn, then don't blame me for killing me! ”

After An Yang said this, a fierce killing intent spread out from his body, and even the monks across the barrier felt the coldness.

"The difference in strength is a bit big!"

According to the collision just now, Xingli secretly estimated it in his heart, and only then did he find that Anyang really deserved his reputation, and the realm gap between himself and Anyang was here, and he had no chance of winning at all.

This is just the beginning, and it is really difficult to accept that he should retreat without a fight.

Then the torture force shook his body, and a silver spear shot out from behind him.

"Bang!"

An Yang smiled and raised his hand with a punch, blocking the silver spear that was shooting at him.

At the same time as the silver spear was shot, the figure quickly followed, stretched out his hand to catch the spear, and attacked Anyang again.

Now that the punishment force has made a choice, and An Yang no longer talks nonsense, the fierce killing intent continues to increase, and his body disappears in place in an instant.

"That's too fast!"

The moment the torture force found that An Yang's body had disappeared, he swept the silver spear sideways with his years of combat experience.

An Yang's figure did appear on the side of the torture force, but when the spear of the punishment force swept over, An Yang lost his trace again.

In an instant, it appeared in the sky above the punishment force, and a single punch was struck, and the punishment force suddenly felt a huge pressure falling from the sky.

At this time, he couldn't dodge at all, and the Yuan Force around him frantically gathered on his arm, raising his hand in the hope of blocking An Yang's blow.

Although An Yang's blow did not exert all his strength, how could a person who was able to block the attack of a half-step Nirvana monk be measured by the strength of the middle immortal stage.

"Boom!"

The huge attack force pressed the whole person to the ground, if it weren't for the punishment force to retract the attack of the silver spear, and stabbed out towards An Yang above his head, maybe he would have been seriously injured by the shock.

Even so, it took a few breaths for the punishment to stand up straight, after all, An Yang's attack was mixed with fierce killing intent, and these killing intent had already rushed into his body just now, and it took him a lot of effort to completely dissolve it.

"Hey, this kid is very arrogant, the city lord planned to accept him as a disciple but he refused, I really don't know what method you Xiangwulou used to invite him to appear!"

Seeing Anyang's performance in the field, Qian Yu sighed slightly.

After Anyang became famous in the first battle, Yehua, the city lord of the city that never sleeps, sent people to find him, showing that he wanted to accept him as an apprentice.

An Yang was indifferent to this, you must know how many people want to be Yehua's servants, but it can't be realized.

Since An Yang had no intention, Yehua didn't bother to pay attention to it, he was just interested in An Yang's gratitude, not that he had to accept him as a disciple.

But with the rise of Anyang, Yehua finally summoned the other party in person.

That conversation was very unpleasant, if it weren't for Yehua's talent, maybe Anyang would have been killed in a fit of anger.

Although Anyang was arrogant, he also knew that Yehua was dissatisfied with him.

So he took the initiative to admit his mistake and told Yehua that if there was anything in the city that never sleeps, he could sacrifice his life to serve it three times.

Yehua didn't take Anyang's promise to heart, after all, if there was really something in the city that never sleeped, let alone one Anyang, even ten Anyangs might not be able to play any role.

But Anyang admitted his mistake to himself, so he found a step, and simply ignored Anyang.