Looking at Zheng Tai, who rushed out like a beast, the crowd suddenly burst into blood, it has been two years, and it is the first time that the former has been so fanatical.

Zheng Tai, who was running, shouted again, raised the tiger's head sword, slashed down, the knife light condensed, and a knife shape several times the size condensed at the same time, slashing down towards the front.

"What? Zheng Tai was actually able to urge the army to transform into shape?"

"It's worthy of being the first on the fighting list, and there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle. ”

......

Looking at the knife shape that even occupied the entire sky above the arena, the crowd was terrified and cast a regretful look at Zhang Mochen. Not only them, but even the VIP area and the secret room were all pale and pale.

Urging soldiers to transform into a form is a realm in which one's blade is prompted to produce the corresponding form through the Yuan Force. However, not all strong people can trigger their own blade form, which requires an opportunity and an epiphany to achieve the unity of man and soldier.

There is no hierarchy for this kind of attack, and as the strength of the cultivator increases, the power will also increase. At present, this giant sword, with the strength of Zheng Tai's junior general, is probably already comparable to the technique of the primary Xuan Rank.

The giant knife slashed, like Mount Tai pressing the top, and the suffocating coercion completely enveloped Zhang Mochen.

However, at this moment, under the giant knife, the yellow aura faded, and the rich gray bloomed, Zhang Mochen's eyes were cold, and he concentrated 100,000 jin of strength on his right fist, and after slamming his feet on the ground, he leaped out.

The tea bowl in his hand 'snapped' and shattered, Zhou Python stood up, his eyes flickered, staring at the flying gray, even if Zheng Taishi showed the knife shape, he didn't show such shock.

"Dual, Dual Cultivator!"

Sun Da was also shocked, not to mention losing a jar of wine, even if he was willing to sell ten or a hundred jars.

Looking at Zhang Mochen who was like a cannonball, Zheng Tai felt that his vision was confused, but in less than a breath, in his stunned eyes, the fighting spirit became more and more surging, only to see that his wrist was strengthened again, and the huge knife shape slashed down with the roar of the tiger's head broadsword, the speed was faster and the momentum was more fierce.

"Bang!"

The loud noise, deafening, like a meteorite hitting the ground, under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the knife shape and the fist met head-on, without any dodge.

The shape of the knife broke from it, and then completely disintegrated, Zheng Tai's chest sank and he took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on a gap in the tiger's head knife.

Zhang Mochen was also shaken away, and the huge anti-shock force made him unable to control his body for a while, and he slammed into the ground, and countless cracks quickly spread out more than ten meters around the pit.

With his black hair dancing in the rapidly tumbling aura, Zheng Tai's expression was extremely gloomy, he had fought with countless strong people, but it was the first time that he was so hearty like today, and his words were obviously full of sympathy.

"Boy, I'm a little reluctant to kill you!"

The carp was stiff, Zhang Mochen wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Zheng Tai's strength and ruthlessness were by no means beyond the reach of ordinary people, but under the horizontal sword eyebrows, a pair of cold eyes were even more warlike.

"Again?"

The fierce battle is in full swing, how can you have fun stopping like this? Zheng Tai laughed wildly, and his breath rolled rapidly again.

"Come!"

The big sword stood sideways, Zheng Tai rushed out, the strong yuan force on the sharp blade was constantly injected, and the light was great, and the irritable energy contained in it made people chill.

"Tiger Slash!"

The tiger roared into the sky, and as the big knife slashed hard, a golden-colored tiger suddenly condensed. Lifelike, as if it were a real tiger, only bigger, more ferocious, and more powerful.

"Xuan-level intermediate exercises!"

The king of beasts, the power is on display, looking at the tiger roaring, Zhang Mochen's eyes are solemn, the strength of the junior master is pushed to the extreme, under the rolling gray, the skin with a metallic luster is as hard as fine iron, and after a loud shout, he meets it head-on.

"Bang!"

The monstrous loud bang exploded again, the air was extremely distorted, and the tiger shape suddenly lost its form, turning into an extremely irritable energy circle, completely submerging Zhang Mochen.

The tiger's head sword roared and danced, Zheng Tai's eyes showed a fierce light, and the next second he jumped high and slashed towards the distorted space.

"Helper!" Sun Da looked at Zhou Python eagerly, Zheng Tai's blow even he had to retreat three points, but he answered him with a gentle wave.

Looking at the distorted space anxiously again, Sun Da was suddenly stunned, and a deafening impact sound suddenly came, and then the two figures flew away upside down.

"How, how is that possible?"

Falling heavily on the ground, the tiger's head knife buzzed, and there was an extra gap on Leng Feng's blade, Zheng Tai's hands that held the handle tightly were trembling violently, the tiger's mouth was bloodstained, and his chest was deeply dented.

Zhang Mochen's clothes were shattered, revealing his sturdy upper body, and there was a deep knife mark on his shoulder, which glowed with the cold light of fine iron, and blood flowed down like a stream.

"Boy, in today's battle, whether you win or lose, I, Zheng Tai, will remember you. Zheng Tai's thick eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were red, and the aura around his body was rolling rapidly at an unprecedented speed, and the suffocating pressure was surging through his body.

Zheng Tai is not only fierce in battle, but also extraordinary in his ability to resist, taking advantage of the gap brought by the purple lightning attack, Zhang Mochen's 100,000 jin fist slammed into his chest impartially, and others had already died in a whimper.

"I'm tired of remembering, but today's winner belongs only to me!"

Feeling the unprecedented violent pressure coming to his face, the corners of Zhang Mochen's eyes froze, and the colorful flow beads turned into golden again, and the power of Jin Yuan was rapidly running in his body, and at the same time, the air around him continued to rotate, forming a small tornado.

The two sides looked at each other from afar, but the intensity was unprecedented.

Zheng Tai went berserk with the power of the general, and the surging coercion was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, covering the entire gladiatorial arena.

Although it was only a beginner Yuan Master, that small tornado storm was extremely fierce, the wind was like a knife, the wind was howling, and Zhang Mochen in the wind urged a terrifying energy.

The two incomparable auras continued to grow in the confrontation, the crowd was booing each other, and some of the weak were even pale, making it difficult to breathe.

The powerhouses in the VIP area all urged their breath to protect their juniors, but their solemn eyes showed that their hearts were also terrified.

After a while, the breath of both sides reached its peak. At this time, the dust seemed to lose its gravitational pull and floated into the air, and the howling wind swept through the entire gladiatorial arena, like a storm was coming.

"Stop!"

Just as the two sides struck again, a roar of power condensed by a more powerful yuan force resounded in the sky above the gladiatorial arena. That degree of arrogance even completely suppressed the aura of Zhang Mochen and Zheng Tai.

Under the eyes of the audience, Zhou Python flew directly to the center of the field, with his hands behind his back, his expression was indifferent, and his ferocious facial features exuded a momentum that was not angry but powerful.

"Are you two going to tear down my gladiatorial arena?"

The red eyes gradually faded, and although Zheng Tai was still unsatisfied, he had to bend down and clench his fists at Zhou Python.

"Meet the Helper!"

"He is the leader of the Black Dragon Gang, the mid-level Yuan General Zhou Python?" The hurricane stopped, Zhang Mochen muttered in his heart, and at the same time took a half-step step and saluted lightly ahead.

glanced at Zhang Mochen, even Zhou Python, who was as cold as ice, could not hide his love.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's gladiatorial battle is not a winner, and the two sides are drawn!" Nodding slightly at Zhang Mochen, Zhou Python glanced at the audience and said.

Although there was no winner or loser, it did bring a wonderful gladiatorial battle, and the crowd was not disappointed, and they also knew that this dungeon would have another name from now on - 'Ancient Shadow'.

Gently hugging his fists towards the VIP area as a salute, Zhou Python said to Zhang Mochen and Zheng Tai: "You two go down with me." ”

Zheng Tai was terrifying after the rage, but Zhang Mochen was confident that he would defeat him. One finger opens the mountain, the Xuanjie high-level exercises, and the giant finger comes out, who competes?

Although Zheng Tai was defeated, Zhang Mochen didn't want to do it, and it was no good to expose his hole cards too early, but fortunately, Zhou Python terminated the gladiatorial fight at the last moment, so a draw was completely acceptable to him.

and Zhang Mochen had no grievances in the past and no enmity in the near future, everything is the cause of belligerence, Zhang Mochen's amazing strength continues to show, so that Zheng Tai's fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger, he is not reluctant to those vulgar fame and fortune, just looking for a hearty gladiatorial fight, and the first place on the fighting list is worthless to him.

The two looked at each other from afar, and gave each other a light salute, full of sympathy. Then just as Zhou Python was about to take them out of the arena, a cold voice came from the west side of the VIP area.

"Wait!"

Zhou Python couldn't help frowning, slightly angry, this is his territory, how can he allow others to be noisy?

Zhang Mochen was also solemn, and he had already guessed something in his heart. When he saw a young man in a green robe among the strong men who leaped down from the VIP area, his suspicion was completely confirmed.

"Bloody Pie!"

The comer was not good, blocking Zhang Mochen and Zheng Tai behind him, Zhou Python's eyes were gloomy, he looked at the six people opposite, stepped out, and rolled slowly without concealing his thick breath.

"Shi Xiaoyang is in charge!"

Except for the green-robed boy, the other five were all dressed in crimson clothes, piercing their eyes like blood, and the blood-clothed faction was well-deserved. The person in charge had even more vicious eyes, obviously a ruthless character, but when he heard Zhou Python's question, he still gave a gentle salute.

"Gang Master Zhou, this ancient shadow had some troubles with the Bloody Clothes Sect before, can you give it to me?"

Zhou Python's face was indifferent, and he didn't answer directly, but looked sideways behind him.

"Is that the case?"

Zhang Mochen frowned slightly, is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that can't be avoided, and he was forced to come to the door by the enemy, although it was tricky, he still nodded slowly.

"A few months ago, I robbed them of a dragon's beard grass in the Lost Wild Forest!"

"Haha, what should I do, it's just a herb. The corners of Zhou Python's mouth raised, "Master Shi, if your faction lacks dragon beard grass, my Black Dragon Gang can give you ten plants for nothing." ”

Zhou Python's words were sneering, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear it. Zhang Mochen also knew that not to mention robbing the Bloody Clothes Sect of a dragon beard grass, even if it was the person who killed them, Zhou Python would also be on his side, and he couldn't help but have a good feeling at the moment.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and Shi Xiaoyang's fists clenched, but he let go again.

"Gang Master Zhou, just a dragon beard grass was robbed and robbed, this kid also broke the arms of my six disciples, fierce and vicious, if my bloody clothes faction doesn't get back face, will I have a foothold in Longbo City in the future?"

This time, Zhou Python didn't look at Zhang Mochen, and directly let out a cold crumb.