In fact, Ling Zifeng had long wanted to verify the results of his cultivation, and it was rare to have such a good opportunity, where would he miss it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Is Mr. Ling sure?"

Prince Ganesa was still a little worried, and he was always unwilling to let go of these enemies in front of him easily.

"It's okay, I've never lost in Sparta!"

Ling Zifeng said confidently, the entire Sparta has long been without his opponent, and he does have this strength now in the "Demon and Martial Dual Cultivation".

He then added: "You can also let Mo Sandi go with you!" She is not an ordinary master, so let her be more sure together. ”

Prince Ganesa nodded and said cautiously: "Okay, I will send eight strong men to take the lead for you, and it is more appropriate for Mr. Ling and his sister to press the formation at the end." ”

After the distribution was completed, the prince of Ganesha immediately agreed to the request of the Persian envoy for a duel. After some negotiations, the two sides decided to start the competition immediately.

A simple rope is formed in a circle, and it acts as a zero-hour ring.

Ling Zifeng looked at the familiar ring, and his heart was filled with a feeling of nostalgia. He has been challenged in Sparta many times over the years, and he has long had a sense of affection for this kind of place.

In the first game, a tall and mighty warrior came up from the side of the Persian vassal country.

That man was tall, big-shouldered, round-waisted, and a big man. He threw the Babylonian soldiers out of the field with three strikes and five divisions, winning a burst of cheers from his own side.

"Good!"

In the next two games, the Persian Han won very easily.

Finally, in the third scene, he was swiftly rounded behind him by a nimble soldier of Babylon. The man kicked the huge ass, and the big man's center of gravity suddenly became unstable and fell outside the field, and the Babylon crowd laughed.

"Hahahaha."

Next, the two sides conducted several more competitions, which can be said to be evenly matched.

After a few rounds, there was only one person left on the Persian vassal side, and there was still Ling Zifeng Mo Sandi on the Babylonian side, and a Babylonian man still standing in the rope circle.

However, the man in the rope circle has already fought two battles in a row, and his physical strength is already a little exhausted, looking at his panting appearance, it should not last long.

Mo Sandi immediately planned to make him admit defeat and rest, but before she could speak, the last man of the Persian army suddenly walked into the ring, his body was as fast as a gust of wind, and his figure flashed and stood in the circle.

Seeing this scene, Ling Zifeng suddenly felt alarmed, and immediately looked at this guy carefully.

The man was about thirty or forty years old, of medium stature, and dark-skinned. His face was somewhat odd and very different from that of the Persian subjects.

His expression was indifferent and unusual, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and his outfit was different from that of the soldiers of the subject country, revealing an indescribable strangeness.

Ling Zifeng was slightly surprised, he felt that this person did have a bit of an indescribable feeling, out of place with other Persian soldiers, as if he stood out from the crowd.

Before he could make any new judgments, he saw the strange soldier holding a deformed scimitar, and with a flicker, he attacked the Babylonian man in the ring.

His body is like an electric knife, and the Babylonian man can't stop this knife at all, seeing that he is about to be splashed with blood on the spot, the Babylonians outside the arena exclaimed loudly.

"Get out of the way!"

It's a pity that the Babylonian man couldn't hide at all, he only felt that as soon as he saw a flower, the whole person flew upside down.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already fallen out of the circle, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant, which should have been seriously injured.

Ling Zifeng was secretly frightened when he looked outside the circle, because he had clearly seen just now that the strange soldier struck the enemy with a slash at the moment when the blade was about to slash the enemy, and he gently and skillfully slapped the opponent out of the field.

"It seems that this person doesn't want to be a killer, and he is definitely a master!" Mo Sandi also saw the clue on the side, and whispered to Ling Zifeng.

Mosandi was intrigued by this strange soldier, she thought for a moment and then said, "I've never seen this kind of martial arts, he doesn't seem to be a Persian!" ”

I've never seen it before, so naturally there is a problem.

And this was another doubt in Ling Zifeng's heart, because he knew this kind of martial art very well, and it should be said that he was very familiar with it.

The strange soldier's hand just now is very similar to the internal strength in martial arts, no, it should be internal strength!

However, how could an ancient European be the inner strength of Chinese martial arts?

It's weird inside and out.

The strange soldier didn't give Ling Zifeng more time to think about it, he shouted at the top of his throat, "Hey! Who's next? Do you want to throw in the towel? ”

Looking at his arrogant appearance, Mo Sandi snorted coldly and said to everyone: "I'll meet him!" ”。

Just as she was about to compete, she was stopped by Ling Zifeng beside her.

"There's something weird about this man! I'll come first. With that, he jumped ahead of Mo Sandi and entered the dueling arena.

The strange soldier was also a little surprised to see him wearing Spartan attire, and asked, "Spartan?" ”

Ling Zifeng shook his head, he took out his sword and shield, set the sage's stone and wand and looked at this person cautiously, and there was some suspicion in his heart.

"Is this man 。。。。。。?"

When the strange soldier saw these two things that did not belong to this world, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in a low voice: "Are you a reincarnation?!" ”

Hearing the word "reincarnation", Ling Zifeng immediately confirmed his guess just now, and he asked with confusion: "Are you too?" ”

"That's right! Why haven't I seen you in the main god space? ”

"I haven't seen you either!"

。。。。。。

There was silence for a while, and Ling Zifeng's heart turned over and over.

He kept thinking about why there were other reincarnators in this position, and the Lord God of Time had never told him that this was still the case.

But what about the person in front of you?

After a moment, the unknown reincarnation seemed to have something in mind, and he asked a very crucial question: "When did you come to this world?" ”

Ling Zifeng was puzzled: "Then when did you come to this world?" ”

"Three months ago!"

"Four years ago!"

。。。。。。 There was another silence, and everyone outside the arena didn't hear their conversation clearly, only to see the two of them stunned in the ring for some reason, and couldn't help but look at each other and be confused.

Suddenly, the eyes of the unknown reincarnator lit up as if he understood something, and he suddenly became murderous, and he turned over and attacked Ling Zifeng suddenly.

Ling Zifeng had been secretly on guard, and when he felt his murderous aura, he hurriedly raised his shield to block.

With a long sound of "dang", the deformed long knife slashed heavily on the shield, and the blow containing internal force made Ling Zifeng's hands a little numb.