Not only Shen Wuxuan, but even the audience around the arena clearly felt it.

Everyone's reaction was fierce.

Some disciples who did not have bloodline ability, or who had relatively low cultivation, fainted directly.

Circles of purple veins rippled out from the arena. Layer by layer, wave after wave, like the tide, more and more intense, more and more powerful.

In the second rematch, the other 11 arenas were basically over. Only Shen Wuyu and Ye Gucheng fought very long-lasting on this arena.

As soon as the other 11 arenas ended, almost everyone turned their eyes to it.

Ye Luo said secretly: "It's not good, the bloodline of the ghost demon royal clan in the lonely city has been stirred!"

The last time this child's ghost demon royal clan bloodline was stimulated, it was in the Cloud Fury Sect's secret realm trial, the lonely city entered the evil ghost path, and when he came out of it, he was such a purple-black gloomy aura, such a murderous eyes, and such an expression without the slightest emotion, empty eyes, and slaughtering everything.

Ye Gucheng moved.

He turned into a purple-black afterimage, flashed in front of Shen Wuyu in an instant, raised his fist, and hit Shen Wuyu's side face with a heavy punch.

The punch is too fast, the punch is too heavy.

On top of the fist, there was also a layer of intense purple-black aura entwined.

"So fast?"

Shen Wu's eyes widened suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and a strong sense of crisis struck. He felt that what he was fighting against was no longer the child of a ninth-order mad warrior, but a strong man who was on par with him!

He hurriedly ran the Tiangang Haoran righteousness of the Qianyuan to resist.

However, what he didn't expect was that the purple-black fist shadow actually shattered Tiangang's righteous qi in one fell swoop, and the cyan mottled fragments fell one after another.

"Bang".

Ye Gucheng's fist hit Shen Wu's side face hard.

Half of his face was missed, two molars were broken, and blood flowed from the side of his lips. When the body is crooked, it is about to fall.

Ye Gucheng raised his leg, and with a leg whip, swept across, showing a purple-black afterimage, slamming into Shen Wuyu's lower back.

Blazing fast.

Out of reach with the naked eye.

Shen Wuyu couldn't dodge, and there was another muffled snort, and the pain in his spine was dull, and he vaguely heard the sound of bone cracking.

Damn, how did this stinky boy suddenly become so powerful?

Is he addicted to drugs?

It's not like that! The forbidden drugs in the black market, he has eaten, can stimulate up to three times the potential of the contestants in the arena, and the power of this boy in the underworld in front of him has been as much as thirty times! And even more than that!

"Purple Star Pupil!"

Although Shen Wucheng was physically injured, his spirit and soul were not injured, and he found an opportunity to meet Ye Gucheng's eyes and once again perform the master pupil technique.

It is 200 meters long, 200 meters high, and 200 meters wide. Purple stars, thousands of them, are rotating and moving according to certain laws of heaven and earth.

Ye Gucheng, who was full of demonic energy, was in it.

He wasn't as flustered as he was last time, and it didn't take him a century to find the exit and crack the pupil technique.

Ye Gucheng's face was cold, he raised his hand, his five fingers were like devil's claws, and he grabbed it in the air.

The space of the purple star pupil was actually torn out by him. The opening gets bigger and bigger, forming an outlet.

Crack in an instant!