Wang Meng also remembered where he heard the name of this martial arts, how could the martial arts that once moved the world with one punch be forgotten? The audience at the scene also began a heated discussion.

But Wang Meng didn't seem to care about any of this, just stared at his opponent: "Your master is very good, but your level is very average!" Wang Meng, who had been silent for a long time, said such a provocative sentence, and the audience in the zero stands were also shocked.

"Looking for death!" The man in black said with a black face, and quickly approached Wang Meng with great strides: "Since the donor is looking for death, then I will fulfill you!" Seeing that he was about to rush in front of Wang Meng, he stopped, kept a certain distance from Wang Meng, and separated his legs in parallel, squatting slightly, and actually took a horse step here. The audience lost their minds for a while, not knowing what he was going to do?

When the audience was puzzled, Wang Meng was unusually careful. The sweat on his forehead had flowed down unconsciously. Because he had a hunch that this was the last quiet before the storm came. The longer the silence, the more intense the storm will be. The best thing to do is to take advantage of this time to stay away from the center of the storm. It's a pity that the gladiatorial arena is not a real battlefield, and there is not so much space for them to perform. And to implement it now, it seems that it is too late, it is better to stand in place and think more or prepare more countermeasures.

At this time, Wang Meng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and picked up the sword lion with one hand and placed it on his chest, just parallel to his chest. Then he said a little nervously, "I hope it works." ”

Then Wang Meng began to whisper something that no one understood, as if it was some kind of incantation. As Wang Meng kept whispering in his mouth, he saw that the mysterious words on the sword lion's sword body exuded a faint golden light, and the golden light became more and more dazzling every time. And the man in black standing not far away had a full view of all this, how could Wang Meng be allowed to accomplish what he wanted to accomplish so easily? After all, the man in black was also afraid of long nights and dreams: "Now you still want to make a small move in front of me? It's just wishful thinking! Take me a move -- the chaos of the Netherworld Iron Wall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black waved his strong right arm. At first, he just threw a few random punches at Wang Meng's place, as if he was doing a stretching exercise. But the strange thing is that after throwing a few punches, his right arm drooped and relaxed, and then he stood in place and looked at Wang Meng, which was really unpredictable. On the other side, Wang Meng didn't look so relaxed at this time. Judging from the fact that he was reciting the mantra at a faster pace, and his brows were tightly locked, although his eyes were fixed on the sword lion, he would still glance at the surroundings from time to time, and judging from the above performances, Wang Meng was even more nervous now than just now.

Suddenly, there was something strange in the area in front of Wang Meng. A dark aura came out of thin air, slowly spreading through the air, and getting stronger and stronger. With the appearance of a strong evil aura, these evil qi actually formed many black giant arms in the air, ready to attack. He was about to rush towards the king.

Wang Meng hurriedly stopped chanting the mantra, and then hurriedly put the thumb of his left hand to his mouth and bit it, and pointed at the sword body of the sword lion with the bitten thumb. In an instant, the light was great, and the mysterious Sanskrit text that was originally engraved on the sword body gradually floated, forming three rings around the sword lion. The little lion's head at the gauntlet also came alive at this time, his eyes were shining with golden light, and his mane was windless and majestic.

Then Wang Meng clenched the sword lion with both hands, and his eyes looked directly at the place full of gloom in front of him. Just as Wang Meng had just finished his spell, the black giant fists in the sky came one after another, all flying towards Wang Meng.

"Good coming!" Wang Meng shouted. Wang Meng raised his sword lion and slashed towards the huge black fist, and the knife in his hand fell as easily as chopping vegetables. The black giant fist formed by a few evil qi was scattered by Wang Meng in a few clicks, and the golden light of the sword lion in his hand was even better.

This really shocked the man in black into a cold sweat. What's going on? Although the giant arm formed by the condensation of evil qi is not invulnerable, it will not be dissipated so easily? The difficulty of the evil qi is that it is formless and tasteless. Odorless is easy to explain, that is, evil qi does not have a special smell. And the formless actually means that the evil qi does not have a specific form. Therefore, although the giant fist formed by the evil qi will be scattered, it should automatically recover after a while. But now the giant fist that was broken up by Wang Meng has never recovered and healed, as if it has never appeared. At the beginning, the dissipation of the giant fist did not arouse the alarm of the man in black, but the further he went, the more wrong it became. He found that none of the giant fists that should have been restored in a while had been restored, but were slashed less and less by Wang Meng.

"Impossible? It is impossible to dissipate, there is no reason? The evil qi is born by gathering the murderous qi of heaven and earth, resentment and filth qi, once it is formed immortal and immortal, it does not belong to the Three Realms and Six Realms, how can it be dissipated?" the man in black was puzzled. Suddenly, he thought of what his master had said, "I have already taught you the trick of the Nether Iron Arm." Don't be arrogant, although he uses immortal things like evil spirits, there are still many things that can restrain it in the early stage of your cultivation. For example, those things that are the most yang, or things that keep the right and ward off evil. Whenever you encounter such things, remember not to act recklessly・・・・・・" This is what his master told him when he taught him this set of martial arts, but he was in the excitement of getting the new martial arts at that time, and he didn't care about what his master said afterwards. In fact, when his master saw his excitement, he didn't say anything about it. After all, going through more ups and downs is also good for his growth.

"Could it be that this is a thing to keep the right and ward off evil?" the man in black said suspiciously: "Oh damn, the master must have a countermeasure to this situation later, and I blamed me for being too excited at the time and forgetting to listen to his old man's teachings." ”

It was only then that he carefully observed the sword lion in Wang Meng's hand and found some clues. It was not the sword itself that cut the evil qi, but the layers of Sanskrit rings that surrounded the sword. Whenever the evil aura comes close to the Sanskrit ring, it dissipates. Not dissipation, to be precise, but absorption.

'Oh, if you can absorb my evil energy, then you must have a limit. Then let's compare, will I be drained first, or will you be stripped to death first!' The corner of the man in black's mouth raised coldly, and with a cold snort, he calmed down and began to prepare for the final battle.

"Isn't this competition interesting? The two represent the two factions of good and evil, and if good and evil are not separated, the two will definitely win or lose when they fight. Is evil not triumphing over good, or is evil also prevailing over good?" is it worth looking forward to!" Anduin said from the stands.