The two looked at each other for a moment, then turned away and turned in different directions, without colliding.

In Zhimo's sixth sense, this young man's strength should be good, and now it is obviously unwise to face this place, and it is obvious that the other party is not stupid.

The big scuffle began, the ring was full of gunsmoke, sparks, blood, from time to time someone fell to the ground, was trampled a few feet, and from time to time someone was thrown out of the ring and fell under the high platform.

Xiaoshu was in the space of the medicine garden, and he was nervous, and cold sweat was about to break out. She didn't expect the first scene to be so intense, and besides, it was completely different from what it looked like offstage!

Fortunately, Zhimo's body is very flexible, relying on his small size and fast speed, he shuttles through the crowd, taking advantage of the cover of many people, from time to time to make up for those who are hit, or give the attention of those who are not hit, and then turn around and run without a hit.

Half an hour later, more than half of the people in the ring had been reduced, and the battle between the people present was more intense, and the atmosphere was more solemn.

When there were only more than twenty people left in the huge ring, Zhimo couldn't hide it, and almost most of the people noticed him. Two of them rushed towards Zhimo, and in their eyes, Zhimo was a soft bun that could be kneaded at will.

Judging from Zhimo's figure, I know that he is very young, he looks less than ten years old, and he will not be high in cultivation if he wants to, at most, he is only in the middle and late stages of congenital, and he can persist until now, I am afraid that there is more luck in it, after all, they didn't notice him just now, I am afraid that he hid behind the crowd with more people.

They were actually right to think so, after all, in the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, the monks who could break through to the elixir realm before the age of ten could be counted in two slaps, and only a few geniuses at the age of ten could reach the middle and late stages of the innate realm...... Otherwise, Luo Mingxiao would not have such a status in the Luo family.

The two people who rushed over, Xiu Wei seemed to be in the early stage of the spirit pill realm, and Zhimo clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards one of them...... The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers! He's not going to sit still!

Looking at Zhimo did not dodge or avoid, but greeted him, the man was slightly surprised, but there were two points of joy in his eyes, in his opinion, this was automatically sent to the door! However, the next moment, the joy in his eyes froze.

A short knife pierced his abdomen, and then, with a force, shook him away, flying out of the ring not far from him.

Because of his height, and this kind of emergency, Zhimo couldn't kill him with one blow, and only let him be seriously injured, but if he was shaken away and fell off the high platform, whether he would die or not depends on his creation.

After the ink shook the man away, the moment he landed, he jumped up on his toes, his body spun, and he moved a foot horizontally. Then, a long sword passed by his side, and without thinking about it, Zhimo's backhand was a sword.

The sound of the sword entering the flesh sounded, but Zhimo did not look back, but quickly pulled out the knife, and his body began to fall, and when his toes touched the ground, he rose again with his strength, dodging the last sword that the man swung.

Poof! The man fell in the ring, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zhimo didn't care if the man was dead or not, and ran to the side without looking back, he had been staying here for a long time, this was very dangerous!

Sure enough, Zhimo had just dodged away one moment, and the next moment, several ice spikes passed through the place where he had fought with the two before.