The battle between Lin Feng and Wu Siqi ended like this, Lu Li looked at Wu Siqi, and sure enough, after he defeated Lin Feng, he deprived Lin Feng of his protagonist's aura (pseudo), and fused it with his own protagonist's aura (pseudo), making his aura more dazzling and real.

And Lin Feng, most of the aura on his body was stripped away, and only some of the things left were left around his body, if Lu Li was not mistaken, it should be similar to his own luck.

And so it was. Lu Li thought that there was only one copy of the original protagonist's aura, and there was nothing true or false, but it seemed that the game official forcibly divided the protagonist's aura, turned it into five points, and distributed it to these five people, and today's competition is just a reunion of the protagonist's aura.

"So what is the purpose?" Lu Li would not believe that the game official separated the protagonist's aura just for fun, and let a few players play the game.

"I haven't found any clues for the time being, and it should be after the competition. Lu Li turned his gaze and looked at Ding Yuan on the other side, this assassin should know something, so he deliberately gave up his ranking.

"Then it's my turn next. Zhao Yifan walked into the arena and looked at Xiao Leng on the opposite side with an indifferent expression, the other party is a good opponent, but it is just a good opponent.

"You killed Xiao Bai, although he was stupid enough to die, but, after all, he is a member of our Xiao family, I will kill you. Xiao Leng looked at Zhao Yifan and said coldly.

"Obsessed with the family, I thought you were still a little interesting, but I didn't expect it to be such a garbage affected by low-level tastes. Zhao Yifan looked at Xiao Leng with disappointment, obsessed with the family, bound by the so-called family responsibility, such a person is not worthy of being his opponent.

In the original history, he also knew the history of Xiao Leng who fought the world, the other party endured all kinds of hardships and cultivated, and then challenged the masters of various sects everywhere, defeating the strong from the weak, his name was played, but he didn't expect that in this life, he would accept the position of the head of the Xiao family in the end.

In Zhao Yifan's view, Xiao Leng did not successfully conquer the family at all, but was tolerated by the family, and he was restricted by the rules and regulations of the family, so now he can be called the head of the Xiao family, but he can no longer be called fighting the world.

"This fight, no, it's not a fight at all, it's just a boring stretch. Zhao Yifan thought boredly, pulled out his Red Luo Sword, and looked at Xiao Leng boringly.

Maybe the other party used to be an admirable opponent and could have a hearty battle with him, but now the other party has fallen into the rules and regulations of the family, the so-called blood has long since receded, and there is no new idea in martial arts moves, it is all rigid routines, such a battle is not worthy of being called a battle.

Xiao Leng took the big sword brought over by the children of the Xiao family, pointed at Zhao Yifan from afar, the momentum on his body was calm and atmospheric, like a rock standing under a waterfall, rubbed his nose and said, "Then let people see, who is the garbage." ”

Xiao Leng held the big sword with both hands and slammed it into the ground, and then countless cracks parted from the ground, and then there seemed to be a giant dragon awakening underground, countless pieces of dirt flew up, stepping on the broken pieces of dirt, Xiao Leng held the big sword with one hand and rushed towards Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan held the Red Luo Sword in one hand, ran forward, and said with a chuckle: "There are still some foundations, but unfortunately they are still far behind." ”

The big sword and Hong Luo intersected, letting out a crisp shout, and a dark cloud floated in the sky, obscuring the sun, spreading from behind Zhao Yifan, covering Xiao Leng, Zhao Yifan roared angrily, and slammed his hand hard, Hong Luo swung forward, and Xiao Leng was actually pushed away.

Zhao Yifan jumped up very angrily, and made a slashing action with the Red Luo Sword in mid-air, Xiao Leng's giant sword was raised, and Zhao Yifan's slash was hard, but the strength was actually that the smaller Red Luo Sword had the upper hand.

Xiao Leng's knees bent slightly, the soil under his feet cracked, and he couldn't help frowning, how could it be possible, the other party is not known for his strength, why can he suppress me in terms of strength.

The soil under his feet suddenly collapsed, and a big snake composed of rocks rushed out of it, and its rock head was right at Xiao Leng's feet, supporting Xiao Leng, and then following this force, he held the big sword with both hands, and swung it violently, wanting to swing Zhao Yifan in mid-air.

"Weak counterattack. Zhao Yifan took advantage of the strength of the other party's swing, turned over, kicked Xiao Leng's big sword, and then turned over again, holding the Red Luo Sword with both hands, and slashed forward.

The sword qi with flames gushed out, and the rock giant snake was directly divided into two halves, and countless pitch-black ghosts flew out of it, Xiao Leng leaned back, looking at the sword qi flying over, he could only raise his big sword to resist.

"Bang dang. Xiao Leng fell to the ground, and the big sword fell next to him, this big sword was the weapon used by the ancestor in the pendant on his chest, made of the cold iron outside the sky, and after being found under the guidance of the ancestor, it became his weapon.

"If it is true that the Xuanyuan heavy sword is worthy of its reputation, although it is not a spirit soldier, but it was slashed by my sword qi, but there is nothing at all. Zhao Yifan saw the big sword falling on the ground, and did not rush to attack, but said mockingly: "It's just, Xiao Leng, I heard that at the beginning, no matter how heavy this sword was, you carried it on your body personally, but now you, are you sure it's still like this?"

Xiao Leng's face changed suddenly, because he became the head of the Xiao family, he carried a big sword all day long, which did not conform to the image of the head of the family, so during this time, his sword was carried by the children of the Xiao family.

"That's why I said that you were bound by your family and became a piece of garbage. Zhao Yifan looked at Xiao Leng, who looked shaken on the other side, shook his head disdainfully and said: "If there are any other tricks, I will give you time to show them, so that the stretch of this fist and kick is at least a little interesting." ”

"I'm Xiao Leng all the way to today, not by other people's charity. Xiao Leng shook his head and said with a wry smile, flicked it manually, and did not choose to grab the big sword, but stood up and rushed towards Zhao Yifan empty-handed.

The countless pitch-black ghosts flying in the sky were sucked into his body by Xiao Leng, his body turned into a dark color, the muscles of his body swelled, and he turned into a pitch-black giant, and his physical strength was terrifying.

The big fist of the casserole hit Zhao Yifan directly, the blood on his body blended with the gloomy, bursting out with a different momentum, and there were countless black breaths floating underground, which were the grievances and evil spirits that had accumulated under this land for many years.

These grievances and evil qi turned into ghosts, which were inhaled into Xiao Leng's body, and every time he inhaled a ghost, his strength increased.

"It's another sidekick. Lu Li shook his head helplessly, inhaling this kind of resentment into the body, although it can obtain powerful strength, it will also cause irreparable damage and mutation to the body.

If this Xiao Leng is used for too long and too many times, his physique will be infected, and he will no longer be in line with the identity of a human being.