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Not to mention anything else, just the aura he revealed, Ling Zhi has some.

This kind of feeling, he had only felt in the battle for the quota of the Great Xia Kingdom in the past, and on the crown prince's battle against the firmament.

The only thing that surprised him a little was that they were all princes, and they were all half-step heaven-level cultivators, and Haoyu was still the eldest prince of the first-class empire, and his identity was much higher than that of the battle firmament.

But he didn't have privileges like fighting the sky, and still stood up like ordinary people to accept everyone's challenges.

And his face is frank and gentle, and there is not even a little rebellious in his eyes.

"Could it be that this is the demeanor of a first-class imperial family?"

Ling Zhi's eyes condensed slightly, with the experience of his two lives, and the depth of this person, if this person is not a city like the sea, then he is really a frank person.

When the five of them were completely still, Ren Xiaoyao began to speak again, "Next, I will briefly talk about the rules of the game, from this moment on, until dark, any genius with courage and strength can come to the stage to occupy a pillar." Of course, you can also challenge the five who already occupy the pillar. ”

When I announce the order to end the game, the genius who can finally occupy one pillar and at the same time outperform no less than a hundred people in total will be the final winner!"

After a pause, he pointed at Haoyu and the five of them: "Of course, the five of them only need to be able to defend to the end, and they are not limited by the victory of 100 people!"

Ten pillars, ten places, in addition to the old Baishan Ten Sons, the new ones must win 100 people within a limited time, and finally succeed in defending.

It can be said that this rule is simple, and it restricts the mind of people who have intentions to steal chickens to the greatest extent.

Of course, it is not fair that the five Haoyu people are not limited by the victory of 100 people, but you must know that the five people can have today's status, and they themselves are killed by thousands of troops. Although the crowd whispered slightly, no one raised any objections after Ren Xiaoyao announced the rules.

"Okay, the gameplay is as simple as that, I just want to say one thing here, the ring has no eyes, the real battlefield, there has never been a word of mercy, so, I welcome more people to attack on stage, at the same time, I also advise everyone, think twice before going on stage!"

After finishing speaking, Ren Yao finally waved his hand, "Now I officially announce, the game, start!"

Almost as soon as the sound of "start" fell, five figures jumped up in the middle of the crowd and landed on another vacant rootless pillar.

This is not the time to be polite, although Ren Xiaoyao said that the game will last until dark, but who dares to guarantee when he will announce the end?

To win 100 people in a row during this time, and to defend successfully, almost all luck has been removed.

The five people, four men and one woman who came to the new stage, except for the only woman with a black robe covering her body and only revealing a pair of big eyes, the other four people were all cultivated in the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm.

Just when Ling Zhi was still busy observing the situation of the people on the platform, several figures flew towards the battle platform in a row.

It is worth mentioning that there are only nine people on stage this time, and Prince Haoyu, who ranks first, and no one is willing to go up to challenge.

"It's started, wonderful, the man of the seventh stone pillar, you're the young castle master of the Flying Eagle Castle, Qu Ao, it is said that the strength has long been not inferior to the ten sons of Baishan, and among the ten people today, I think there will definitely be him!"

"Yes, but Wengtai Township under the sixth pillar is also good, this person is from the Baihong Sword Sect, sword martial arts, and a Baihong Sword Technique has entered the realm, and my chances of winning are also very ......"

"Also, the person you put right in the cloud golden wings Li Xin is ......"

Everyone was gossiping and talking hotly, and the battle on the stage was equally fierce.

However, when the first round of battles came down, except for the veteran Baishan Shizi and the black-robed woman on the last pillar who were still standing on the stage, everything else had nothing to do with whether it was the genius of the White Rainbow Sword Sect or Qu Ao of the Flying Eagle Castle, all of them were knocked off the stage.

"Who is that woman? How is she so strong? But how come I've never seen one?"

"That's it, the god is mysterious, and he deliberately covered his whole body in a black robe, is this afraid of seeing people?"

In the face of such an unexpected battle, several men who had mispredicted immediately pointed the finger at the black-robed woman who was the last pillar.

Ling Zhi also released his divine sense towards the woman, but almost as soon as his divine sense fell on the woman, the woman seemed to feel it, and immediately raised her head and glanced in this direction, with a little doubt in her eyes.

"Huh?"

Ling Zhi was shocked, was discovered?

His own divine consciousness is shadowless and formless, and as the cultivation of the natural technique reaches the peak of the foundation building period, the divine consciousness is even more powerful, even if it is a half-step heaven level who is idle, he can't easily find out that this woman is actually ......

"Brother Ling, when are you going to take the stage?" Tian Rourou saw one challenger after another coming to the stage, being bombarded down, and then someone came to the stage, but Ling Zhi never moved, and she was a little anxious in her heart.

Ling Zhi snorted and arched his hand towards the mother and daughter, "Rourou, Aunt Xiao, I may not have a chance to come down to see you after the game, you take care of yourself! If you have any difficulties, you can find Lu Xiaofeng, the eldest lady of the Lu family!"

When the words fell, the two people who were defending and attacking the sixth pillar were both defeated, and both fell off the stage, Ling Zhi did not hesitate anymore, and immediately flew up.

Almost as soon as he landed under the pillar, several figures sped in, apparently all towards the sixth.

But no matter how fast they were, how could they be faster than Ling Zhi? When they came to the stage, Ling Zhi was already standing firmly under the sixth pillar.

There were a total of seven people who came up later, and the tallest one was a tall young man dressed in gray, his eyes were a little hollow, but when he squinted his eyes, it reminded people of the gaze of a poisonous snake.

The same coldness, the same cruelty.

"Guys, which of you goes first?"

Ling Zhi threw his hand at a few people, thinking that these seven people would have a dispute, but he didn't want to, after hearing his words, the other five of the seven people all politely clenched their fists at the gray-clothed man, "Since it's the prison boy who is here, I'll wait for me to be a good man, and the prison boy will invite you first!"

The man in gray narrowed his eyes and didn't even raise his hand, "It's easy to say." ”

After the four of them jumped off the stage one after another, the man in gray turned to Ling Zhi, "Do you want to roll by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Seeing that Ling Zhi didn't react, the gray-clothed man's eyes were cold, and he said in a voice without any tone: "Remind you, my subordinates never leave a living mouth, if you don't get out, don't blame me for being spicy!"

Ling Zhi almost laughed out loud, "Do you want to fight or not? If you don't fight, get out of here, and change someone else!"

Sizzle!

Some people who were a little closer to the battle platform all gasped when they heard Ling Zhi's words, especially the four people who took the lead in jumping off the stage before, and they even looked at Ling Zhi with sarcasm, which was clearly a dead person.

"Yang Qi, the prison son, had defeated Leng Yue Jian Xinpeng, one of the ten sons of Baishan a few years ago, if it wasn't for the fact that the means were too spicy, there were too many killings, and he provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, I'm afraid that this year's ten sons of Baishan would have already had his share. ”

"Who says it's not? That kid doesn't know who it is, he doesn't even know the prison boy, I'm afraid he's in trouble!"

"Hehe, isn't it just trouble? I heard that the prison boy kills people and never leaves a whole corpse, everyone open their eyes!"

Ling Zhi's opponent is obviously not small, although there are still six or seven people on the battle platform at this moment, but at least half of the people in the square are on this side, even including Haoyu standing under the first pillar, no one on the left and right is also curious about this side

"Say your name, Yang's subordinates, don't accept nameless ghosts!" Yang Qi saw that many people were paying attention to him, and he was not in a hurry to make a move, but the chill on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Ling Zhi didn't even bother to answer this time, and directly punched out.

"You're looking for death!"

The prison boy was furious, he couldn't imagine that under his great prestige comparable to the ten sons of Baishan, this mere eightfold ant in the Martial Realm not only did not admit defeat, but also dared to take the initiative.

As he spoke, the prison boy waved his hand, and in the space where Ling Zhi was, a dazzling red cloud suddenly shrouded him.

No, it wasn't a red cloud, but a red banner covered in jet-black blood.

This red cloth ...... Well, it's the blood banner that I don't know how many people's blood has been stained, and as soon as it appeared, it not only completely blocked Ling Zhi in all directions, but also released a disgusting smell of corpses.

Ling Zhi is a human being, and it is the first time he has encountered such a disgusting weapon, of course, in his eyes, the effect of this blood banner is not only disgusting, but also has a power to suck the soul of the enemy.

If it is an ordinary martial arts realm powerhouse, in the face of such a blood flag, don't say fighting, I am afraid that I will be scared stupid. But Ling Zhi is not an ordinary martial realm, and the strength of his soul surpasses that of a heaven-level master.

The punch that was sacrificed was about to leave no hand, and the other party's banner exploded into a blood mist, and suddenly his heart moved.

Wrong!

One thing came to his mind.

At the moment it is a square of hundreds of thousands, and the victor must not only defend successfully, but also win a hundred.

If he killed the prison boy so neatly, how many people would dare to continue to challenge him? Take a step back and say, even if there are still people who dare to fight, if his performance is too eye-catching, attracting the attention of Ren Xiaoyao or other spectators next to him, and seriously tracking it down, will the mask on his face still hold up?

After understanding this, Ling Zhi felt the urge to vomit blood. But I had to pinch my nose and admit it.

The punch immediately retracted nearly half of its strength, and changed its tactics halfway, waved his hand and took out a spear from the ring, pulled out a flashy spear, and stabbed at the red banner above his head with all his might.

"Boy, not only will I turn you into a puddle of pus and blood, but I will also take away your soul so that you will never be able to live in my blood prison banner......"

Seeing that he had just sacrificed the Blood Prison Flag, the kid on the other side was in a state of inactivity, and the prison boy laughed even more presumptuously, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, dozens of hideous skulls slowly emerged from his back, with a strange laugh of "giggling", swarming towards Ling Zhi's body.

Martial spirit, Dry Bone Demon.

In addition to opening the Blood Prison Banner, the Dry Bone Demon is also another killer weapon of the Prison Boy. Even if he doesn't take Ling Zhi seriously, he Yang Qi doesn't have the habit of keeping his hands.

"Broken!"

Ling Zhi pretended to be frightened and looked at the flying skeleton monster, opened his mouth and a large mouthful of "essence blood" spurted out, and after the spear in his hand was soaked in "essence blood", the spear was immediately flourishing, and a terrible gun pattern killing momentum erupted, one by one on the skull in the air.

As soon as the skulls made of unknown sacrifices touched Ling Zhi's gun prints, the strange laughter stopped abruptly, and then burst like an egg hitting a stone.

"How is that possible?"

The prison boy couldn't believe that he was real, and a terrible feeling suddenly arose in his heart, that kid couldn't be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately pretending, right?

However, when he raised his head, he found that Ling Zhi's face was pale, and even his steps were a little vain, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. Immediately, his mind was settled, and the Blood Prison Banner once again rolled up a foul-smelling and bloody wind, whistling towards Ling Zhi's body.

The blood streaks rolled in, and the stench, which was originally only a little unbearable, became more and more stinky, and even smoked so much that people couldn't open their eyes.

Ling Zhi wanted to entangle with this person for a while, but he really didn't want to endure it anymore, and besides, the repeated actions just now were almost the same.

Immediately, he deliberately forced out a mouthful of "essence blood" and sprayed it on the head of the gun, staggered, and several shots of gunfire shot out in a row, and went straight to the red banner on the head.

"You're a long-term ......"

When the prison boy saw that Ling Zhi was repeating his old trick again, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, but when the spear head just touched the blood prison flag, he knew that he was wrong.

Not only wrong, but outrageously wrong.

This kid is really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Vomiting blood was fake before, the steps were fake, and the pale face was even more pretended.

A cold feeling instantly rose from the soles of his feet, and the prison boy almost didn't even think about it, and directly wanted to withdraw the flag and admit defeat.

However, it was at this moment that he found that he could not move.

No, it's not that he can't move, but he is locked by a killing intent that he has never experienced, this killing intent is like an angry ocean, even if he once killed thousands of people in a row, he can't condense such a terrifying killing intent.

He even had the illusion that as long as he moved even a little finger, his killing intent would immediately disappear and turn into a puddle of blood mist in his own mouth.

"I recognize ......"

The prison boy made a decision immediately, and his vigorous vitality cut off the connection with the Blood Prison Banner for the first time, and at the same time opened his mouth to admit defeat. It was also at this moment that the condensed killing intent suddenly surged out, piercing the Blood Prison Banner and hitting him directly in the chest.

Boom!

A large cloud of blood rushed up, and the prison boy didn't even have a banner, not even half a breath, and directly exploded into a stinky blood mist, which was sprinkled around the sixth stone pillar.

After killing the prison boy with one shot, Ling Zhi let out a long breath, as if he had consumed all his vitality, sat on the ground with his ass, and breathed heavily.

At this time, I suddenly felt an alarm, and subconsciously turned my head to the side to see it, just in line with a pair of clear eyes.

The owner of the eyes is none other than Haoyu under the first pillar. After discovering that Ling Zhi was also facing him, the corners of Haoyu's lips turned up, revealing a smile of deep meaning, spun and retreated, and made a gesture of arching his hand towards him.