Xiao Zhiyuan's body disappeared in a flash, appearing outside the magic circle.

He clutched his head in pain, as if he had been cut back and forth by a sharp file.

Shen Huchan looked at it at a glance, and he was somewhat unbearable, but in order to seize the first place in the sect, it had to be so.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Huchan walked down the gladiatorial arena.

Lin Zhixuan stepped forward, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said with a smile: "Congratulations Brother Shen, you are one step closer to being the first in the sect!"

"Brother Lin has won the award, it's just a fluke. ”

Lin Zhixuan greeted Shen Huchan politely, and knew in his heart that although Shen Huchan had won a victory and fought one hundred and fifty rounds, his strength was too poor, and he was still a big step behind himself.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Luo Shengzi announced that Lin Zhixuan appeared on the stage.

Shen Huchan saw at this time that Lin Zhixuan was calm and slowly ascended to the gladiatorial arena.

At this time, in the gladiatorial arena, there stood a big man in the shape of a man, who was more than a foot tall and looked quite fierce.

Seeing Lin Zhixuan coming up, he smiled contemptuously, and his voice was strong, like a tidal wave erupting: "Lin Zhixuan, I want to defeat you!"

"I have heard that the monks of the Poison Gorge Stream are all flying and domineering, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. ”

Poison Gorge Stream, located in the north of the East China Sea, is a wild place.

The human race here is all powerful, and each of them is capable of fighting a thousand people.

Especially the man named Jiang Xiubao in front of him, with a fine iron Yin Demon Hammer in his hand, weighing five thousand catties.

An opponent of the same level can't withstand his hammer at all.

Moreover, he also cultivated the Seven Stars of Soul Refining, a martial art that is yin to evil, sucking human essence and flesh, transforming it into true qi and inhaling it into the body for his own use.

It is precisely because of this martial art in hand that Jiang Xiubao did not take Lin Zhixuan in his eyes.

As soon as the two of them looked at each other, the giant hammer in Jiang Xiubao's hand smashed down.

The momentum was so strong that Shen Huchan was taken aback, and at the moment when Jiang Xiubao made a move, he saw the corners of Lin Zhixuan's mouth rise, revealing a strange smile.

I only saw Lin Zhixuan's big mouth, and a strange voice whistled.

The sound was like a magic sound from hell, and after a strange cold wind, I saw Jiang Xiubao screaming, and then bleeding from his seven orifices, his eyes looking straight ahead, his face expressionless.

Immediately after, Jiang Xiubao's body fell to the ground.

The trick used by Lin Zhixuan was the Peerless Soul Seeking Demon Sound of Panlong Island.

The magic sound asks for life, it is the magic sound of the demon gate, killing people invisibly, taking people's lives, and those who can master such immortal magic, in this trial, it can be said that there are very few.

At this moment, outside the gladiatorial arena, fierce discussions sounded.

"What's going on!"

"He can kill with his voice!"

"It's the Soul Requirement!"

"It's such a terrible magic spell, I can't stop it!"

"It's horrible!"

With just one move, Lin Zhixuan killed Jiang Xiubao. The monks at the scene all let out a cry of surprise when they watched this scene.

Shen Huchan, who was standing on the periphery of the gladiatorial arena, quietly watched all this, observing Lin Zhixuan's demeanor, as if nothing had happened, and slowly walked down from the arena.

When he walked outside the gladiatorial arena, he happened to meet Hu Lingbin, who was about to play.

Hu Lingbin couldn't wait to grab Lin Zhixuan, rub him to pieces, and crush his bones before he could relieve the hatred in his heart.

Lin Zhixuan and Hu Lingbin looked at each other at the moment, the two of them had similar cultivation power, and they both knew that the other party was the biggest obstacle to becoming the first in Dabi.

Each of them wanted to get rid of each other, but it was only because of the precepts of the sect that they didn't do it.

The two of them made eye contact, and Hu Lingbin boarded the gladiatorial arena.

On the stage, a young man in Tsing Yi was handsome and handsome, with a fair complexion, and dark eyes on his face with distinct facial features.

This person is He Anzhi, a well-known loose cultivator in Jingzhou City, although he has not been guided by a famous teacher.

But by chance, I got the Treasure Record of Clearing the Gods.

With a very high level of understanding, he comprehended the silver wing swordsmanship in the Treasure Book of the Gods, and even with this kind of swordsmanship, he entered the top eighty-nine, which shows his strength.

He Anzhi saw Hu Lingbin ascending to the gladiatorial arena and knew that Hu Lingbin's family was extremely powerful, so he took the initiative to bend down and wanted to perform a monk's ceremony.

But at this moment, a burst of white mist ignited in Hu Lingbin's hand.

In an instant, the white mist gathered more and more, forming a cold and icy true qi.

Hu Lingbin didn't say hello, and directly hit him with a cold ice true anger.

This cold ice true qi was shot out in Hu Lingbin's palm, getting bigger and bigger, and when it reached He Anzhi's side, it had already covered his whole person.

At this moment, He Anzhi was frozen into an iceman.

With a click, the iceman is shattered, turned into thousands of pieces, and dies directly!

Icy air!

Everyone in the audience opened their mouths in surprise, the first was surprised by Hu Lingbin's high martial arts, and the second was surprised by his domineering and shamelessness.

didn't even say hello, and killed people directly, which is not owned by a gentleman, and many people scoffed at it.

But...... Everyone present didn't dare to say a word, they all had an expression of anger and didn't dare to speak.

Hu Lingbin looked around the people outside the gladiatorial arena arrogantly, as if to tell everyone that he was the first in this year's big competition.

At this time, everyone in the audience, the moment they intertwined their eyes with Hu Lingbin, they all bowed their heads in fear.

The competition continued.

After fighting again and again, the eliminated monks, although they stopped there, experienced the baptism of death, as if they were reborn in Nirvana, and their spirits became fuller.

The winner, on the other hand, will need to play the next match.

Everyone knows that the next game will be even more brutal.

Everyone didn't want to lose this opportunity and was gearing up to meet the opponents below.

After the first round, there were forty-five people left with one bye.

These 45 people will also fight head to tail.

At this time, Deacon Luo Shengzi came over and announced loudly: "Everyone, pay attention, let's play the second round of the competition." ”

"Deacon, may I ask when we are going to compare?" asked a young man in white below.

I only saw Luo Shengzi smile slightly, glanced at the young man in white, and then glanced at everyone and said, "Fight until you are only one left!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes showed a fierce killing intent.

If you want to be the first in the big competition, you have to kill everyone!

This greatly stimulated everyone's murderous spirit and activated everyone's yearning for life.

Elder Luo Shengzi announced at this time that he was still the first-ranked Huo Charm, and he was the forty-fifth Hua Feitian......