But Yuan Wenyu's attack frequency is too fast, and the power is equally amazing, Long Yancao Martial Spirit has not yet healed the wound, and a new wound has appeared, and the healing speed is not comparable to the speed of injury.

The wounds on Zheng Shiyi's body continued to increase, and there were wounds all over his body and limbs, some of which were connected together, forming a larger blood hole, through which he could even clearly see the pierced intestines in his body.

Pieces of flesh lacked with blood flew down his body.

Zheng Shiyi's face didn't know if it was because of injury or because of excessive blood loss, he was already pale, like a patient who had not recovered from a serious illness.

"Dead ...... Dead ......"

Zheng Shiyi raised his head, and his scarlet eyes shot out a fierce light that was completely different from what humans should have, and after being injured again and again, and being attacked again and again, but unable to touch the other party, his last trace of reason was completely dissipated by the anger, and the boundless anger rose to the sky.

In an instant, the air around the entire ring seemed to be completely frozen under the influence of this violent aura.

Even outside the ring, everyone around the ring felt the air sink around them, and their breathing became heavy.

Killing Battlefield, Second Layer!

Zheng Shiyi instinctively opened the killing battle realm, and in the dantian in his body, the pitch-black coffin shook gently, the frequency of the vibration was slight, but it was stronger than the previous shocks.

The coffin, which looked like it had been going through for an unknown number of years, slowly moved away, and black shadows flew out one after another.

The black shadow flew out of Zheng Shiyi's body, and the air in the ring suddenly stagnated, and the endless dark, terrifying, and eerie aura completely enveloped the entire ring in an instant.

Everyone below the ring suddenly felt a tingling of their scalps through the light curtain of the ring, and an instinctive horror rose from their hearts.

The black faces of resentful souls, seemingly endless, kept flying out, each representing a dead soul.

The souls of the dead that flew out seemed to be more than 10,000, and they continued to fly out and gather together in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the souls of this Dao actually formed the appearance of the Nine Dao Grim Reapers.

There are nine Grim Reapers, each of which is made up of grimaces, as if they were staring at him by countless revenants.

Even the Death Scythe in their hands is made up of dead souls.

A breath of death swept through the ring.

Yuan Wenyu looked at these nine revenant souls and deaths, and suddenly felt a burst of horror in the depths of his soul, and a feeling of palpitations spread from his body.

Danger, terrifying danger!

Yuan Wenyu instinctively produced a feeling in his heart, a feeling that he would be torn apart alive by these nine resentful souls in the next moment, this feeling was so strong that it even made people feel that it was not just a feeling, but that it would really happen in the next moment.

"Throw in the towel...... I throw in the towel!"

Yuan Wenyu shouted loudly towards the bottom of the ring.

As his voice fell, the figures of the Imperial City Shadow Guards flew up and flew to Zheng Shiyi's side, pressing Zheng Shiyi again, and giving him the shackles of that character.

With the appearance of the shackles, in the air, the nine grim gods condensed by the resentful souls also dissipated, and once again turned into one after another resentful souls and flew back into the coffin.

Under the ring, everyone who was watching the battle listened to Yuan Wenyu's words of admitting defeat, but they were puzzled one by one.

"Admit defeat? What did I hear! Yuan Wenyu actually admitted defeat!"

"How can he admit defeat, that Zheng Shiyi has been injured like that, it seems that although he may fall, he actually admits defeat. ”

"It's just that Zheng Shiyi released the martial soul, the martial soul didn't even attack, and he admitted defeat without a little injury!"

"I've seen a lot of people conceding in defeat, but those are all throwing in the towel at the beginning, or being completely at a disadvantage. It's the first time I've seen something like this, where I can win when I have the advantage, but I want to admit defeat. ”

"Instinctively winning, but just admitting defeat, I really don't know what he thinks, what a good opportunity this is!"

Yuan Wenyu listened to the voices below that seemed to be blamed, looked at the bottom of the ring, and said with a serious face: "I am here to participate in the Shenhou Conference, to compete in martial arts, but not to fight to the death." ”

Leaving a word, he jumped out of the ring, and after glancing at Zheng Shiyi again, he turned around and walked into the crowd.

On the high platform, General Si looked at Yuan Wenyu who was mixed into the crowd with an ugly face, and said hatefully: "It's really a waste of this talent." Such a timid heart, what a great thing. ”

"General Si, you can't let everyone have the same rock-solid heart as you. Actually, I think Zheng Shiyi's opponent in the next game is more in line with your appetite. The man who had spoken to the four generals before pointed to two identical-looking contestants at the bottom of the ring and said, "That guy named Zhan Ao is a disciple of the old man of the mad war. ”

In the crowd, two men wearing sleeveless suits, revealing two hard muscles like stones, looked in the direction of Zheng Shiyi, even in the crowd, the two were still extremely conspicuous.

Just standing there, they didn't even need to speak, they didn't need to make any movements, but the two of them exuded a terrifying fierceness, and everyone around them even consciously left the two of them for a distance.

The two people look exactly the same, and there is no difference at all, and the only way to distinguish them is the clothes of the two, one in black and one in white.

"Little brother, forget it. The man dressed in white suddenly looked back at Zhan Ao, who was dressed in black on the side, and said, "Next game, don't fight." ”

"Give up?" Zhan Ao heard the man's words, as if he had been greatly insulted, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glared at the man in white and shouted: "War madness, why should I admit defeat? I will win this battle!"

As Zhan Ao spoke, he seemed to be overly angry, and a green tendon on his forehead flared up, and his eyes were even more tightly fixed on the position of Zhan Ao's chest, where there was his master's tattoo, representing the tattoo passed down by his master!

Descendants, why is it that he is also a disciple of the master, and he can be named mad when he is a war maniac?

The master is a mad old man, and everyone knows what it means.

War madness, he got all this and became the heir of the master, just one reason, because he was born earlier than himself.

But is he worthy of this crazy word? Is he worthy of the identity of the heir?

The true disciple should be himself.

This session of the Shenhou Conference is an opportunity for me to prove myself, to prove that I am stronger than the war maniac, and to prove that I should be this disciple!

Zhan Ao glanced at the war maniac again, got up and walked towards the ring.

The war madman looked at Zhan Ao's departing figure, and sighed helplessly, when will he give up the obsession in his heart as his younger brother......

"In the sixth round of the competition, Zheng Shiyi vs. Ao, Ring No. 7!" the referee's voice sounded again.

As the voice fell, Zhan Ao strode to the top of the ring, just an ordinary walk, but as if he was fighting naked with someone, a strong battle intent poured out of his body and continued to stir around.

Zhan Ao walked to the ring, looked at Zheng Shiyi, who was escorted to the ring by the two Imperial City Shadow Guards, he folded his hands back, and said proudly: "I know you can't use your fists, since that's the case, then I'll also tie my own hands."

Even under all equal circumstances, you're still no match for me!"

Zheng Shiyi just stared at Zhan Ao with red eyes, and didn't seem to understand Zhan Ao's words at all.

Under the ring, the battle maniac listened to Zhan Ao's words, and his face suddenly changed.

All around, many people were even more shocked.

"He actually wants to tie his hands and fight Zheng Shiyi!"

"Although Zheng Shiyi can't swing his fists, and even the aura of his whole body is affected, and his speed is much slower than in the past, but Zheng Shiyi is the existence of a double martial spirit.

This is already the sixth round, and in the previous five rounds, Zheng Shiyi also won without being able to throw punches. Can he do this?"

"Although I know that it has reached the sixth round, and the rest are masters, I still feel that this battle is crazy, what is his origin?"

"Zhan Ao, it's the disciple of the old man who fights madly!" someone in the crowd said Zhan Ao's identity, and the words fell, and the doubts around him disappeared in an instant.

Fighting the old man, this is the existence that can be called an old man.

In the world, the only people who can be called old people are the old man in the chaotic land, the old man with demons, and the old man in the frenzy.

Zhan Ao is a disciple of the old man, so he naturally has conceited capital.

On the ring, the two Imperial City Shadow Guards were still the same as before, as soon as they took off Zheng Shiyi's shackles, they immediately rushed down, and they didn't know if it was an illusion, the movements of the two seemed to be more proficient than before.

The referee under the ring was still the previous referee, and with the lesson of the previous game, he immediately shouted at the same time as the two Imperial City Shadow Guards took away Zheng Shiyi's shackles: "The competition begins!"

Zheng Shiyi was no longer comfortable with shackles, and the murderous aura in his body rose to the sky, and under the murderous surge, the power in his body that made him unable to swing his fist, and at the same time affected his body was dispersed a lot.

One step at a time, the speed was not much faster than before, and under the sprint, there was even a string of afterimages in the air.

"Afterimage!"

"Zheng Shiyi's speed has increased!"

"Before, Zheng Shiyi's speed was extremely slow, why did it suddenly become faster?"

"Could it be because of the Killing Battlefield and the Demon?"

Under the ring, everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi in surprise.

The battle maniac was not comparable to the flash, with his arms behind his back, and also rushed straight in the direction of Zheng Shiyi.

The two people, like sharp arrows shot by two siege crossbows, rushed towards each other, and there were more smoke and dust flying on the ground behind the two of them.

Just in the blink of an eye, the two faced each other.

Zheng Shiyi's head tilted back slightly, and then he suddenly slammed it towards the battle mania.

The battle maniac did not flinch, he also raised his head and slammed towards Zheng Shiyi's head, and at the same time, a huge Xuan Turtle Phantom appeared behind his body.

Ordinary Xuan Turtle Martial Soul is all cyan martial soul, but his Xuan Turtle Martial Soul is fiery red, and the flames of the turtle shell seem to be completely condensed, looking strong and abnormal.

The heads of the two slammed together, and in an instant, the fiery red Xuangui Wuhu disappeared into the body of the war maniac.

(End of chapter)