In the center of the gladiatorial arena, on the dark red stone platform, Yoshino pointed to Oniface with one hand and introduced, "Everyone, Onimian is everyone's old friend. The strongest person in the innate realm of the gladiatorial arena, the swordsman of the innate fourth layer, has faced four innate masters in the gladiatorial arena of our ecstasy cave, and has never been defeated. ”

With Ji Nai's introduction, there was a craze in the audience, no matter how powerful the martial artist of the day after tomorrow was, it was not as shocking as the innate martial artist, and correspondingly, the ghost face gave everyone a lot more confidence.

The ghost face still didn't react, or it couldn't be seen at all in the frightened reaction of the ghost face mask, but the hand holding the sword pressed down, holding the long sword on the ground, not speaking, not moving, just standing in place, there was a kind of high-ranking force surging out.

Ji Nai didn't make a fool of himself, and then pointed his finger at Zhang Rusong, "This new gladiator is a second-tier swordsman, codenamed Broken Chuan, like the previous savages, he has never fought in our gladiatorial arena, and his current record is zero.

Okay, without further ado, the next scene will be handed over to two, the winner will live, the loser will die, and only one person will be able to walk off the gladiatorial arena. ”

After saying that, Ji Nai walked down the gladiatorial arena, and as soon as he came to Wang Min and Fan An's side, he heard Wang Min whisper, "Master Fan, this Broken River is two realms worse than the ghost face, and I am really afraid of losing more and winning less, if you are interested, I can let the ghost face show mercy." ”

Fan An sighed, then turned his head to look at Wang Min, guessing his intentions, there is no free lunch in this world, he must have something to ask for if he does this, what is it?

Wang Min didn't let him think long before he solved his doubts, "Master Fan, the savages under your command look very good, we need someone in the gladiatorial arena who can hold the field, I wonder if you are willing to cut your love?"

In fact, Wang Min's original intention was to exchange the safety and death of Zhang Rusong, a congenital master, for a savage, which not only had his confidence in the ghost-faced martial arts, but also his understanding of Fan An's personality.

Whether the innate master is important or the acquired recklessness is important, these ten people all know how to choose, but what he doesn't know is that neither Huang Jiu nor Zhang Rusong are Fan An's subordinates.

"We'll talk about that later, let's watch the game first. Fan An rolled his eyes and understood Wang Min's intentions, so he didn't answer positively, just changed the topic, he couldn't be the master of this matter.

Seeing this, Wang Min hated in his heart, but it was not good to be too persecuted, so he could only secretly make up his mind to hand over the wild man to Mo Jinfeng to deal with, so as to calm his anger.

In the center of the gladiatorial arena, the ghost face did not draw his sword, but just glanced at Zhang Rusong lightly, with contempt in his eyes, and said, "Look at your sword qi is mediocre, I think it was also blinded by others, and I can abandon your martial arts, I can be the master and let you live." ”

The rules of the gladiatorial arena are that the winner lives, and the loser dies, but there are always exceptions, and the rules do not apply to anyone.

Hearing this, Zhang Rusong shook his head slightly, his eyes revealed an amazing look, and the sword finger behind him stretched out suddenly, and gently pointed at the ghost face, looking like there were no fireworks, no wind and waves, but a depressing feeling spread in the gladiatorial arena.

This feeling is like when it is cloudy on a rainy day, people's hearts will always be inexplicably lost, sad for no reason, and the audience with low tears even has tears in their eyes unconsciously.

Huang Fuxu's face changed suddenly, and the palm holding Ling Xiaoxiao involuntarily let go, this feeling was similar to the grandmaster martial artist who guarded Ling Xiaoxiao that day, but one could trigger his mood and make him cry, and the other was just a spring breeze, and the power was far behind.

However, no matter how powerful it is, this kind of means of inducing people's inner emotions is already at the same level, and he Huang Fuxu boasts that he has a system in his hands and has excellent talent, and he does not have Zhang Rusong's understanding, which is simply incredible.

The ghost face also changed his complexion, and suddenly pulled out the long sword in his right hand, and made a crisp sound when it was unsheathed, high or low, urgent or slow, between the movement and the stillness, it was like a long sword slashing above the clouds, and the sword qi was sharp to break through the haze, making the heaven and earth repeat the light.

At the end, sweeping away the shadow in Zhang Rusong's heart brought by his indifferent sword fingers, the ghost face said solemnly, "I actually looked away, I didn't expect you to roughly comprehend the artistic conception." But this is only an understanding extended from swordsmanship, not your own thing, otherwise I am afraid that I will be planted in your hands today. ”

When the words fell, the ghost-faced long sword was already raised, and then stabbed towards Zhang Rusong extremely quickly, giving birth to a hundred waves of transparent sword-shaped qi out of thin air, which was not a sharp sword qi, but more like an attack method such as sonic wave gong.

Ghost Face realized from the previous finger that Zhang Rusong was not a general person in the past, maybe his true qi cultivation was two levels lower than him, but his kendo understanding and realm far surpassed him, and he might capsize in the gutter if he was not careful, so he took the lead in attacking to solve this opponent as soon as possible.

Zhang Rusong's plain face can't make waves, as Ghost Face said, he only has a rough understanding of the artistic conception, and he is far from being able to form an overwhelming combat power, so if you want to kill Ghost Face, you still have to look at your own strength.

The long sword with the scabbard was pointed horizontally at the ghost face, and the scabbard was shattered in an instant, and the scattered iron pieces contained Zhang Rusong's sword qi and hit the hundred sword-shaped qi waves that rushed towards him, and after defeating the qi waves, they were reunited into a complete scabbard and stabbed at the ghost face.

If the previous battle between the savages and the bronze armor was a contest between physical strength and barbarism, then the duel between Zhang Rusong and the ghost face was a contest of true qi martial arts and skills.

Ghost Face didn't expect Zhang Rusong to have this kind of means, the long sword fought, smashed the scabbard that struck, and flew towards Zhang Rusong with a light shout, the blade of the long sword was filled with air waves and light mist, and in the eyes of everyone outside the court, it looked like Ghost Face took a laser long sword.

Zhang Rusong silently recited the second move in his heart, his expression was cold, his wrist flicked, his long sword crossed his chest, and he slashed towards the galloping ghost face.

Outside the court, Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Rusong and said excitedly, "Ah Xu, the blow of Master Zhang's shattered scabbard just now seems to be a crushed rock sword technique, but I don't know the latter method of recondensing the scabbard." ”

Huang Fu Xu nodded with surprise in his eyes, the latter method was actually seen by Huang Fu Xu, but it was to use the weak connection between the sword qi attached to the scabbard to reabsorb and aggregate, it seemed to be very simple to say, but it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and he might not be able to do it.

"In the past, I only thought that although Zhang Rusong was powerful, his future potential was limited, and his achievements were far inferior to Huang Jiu's Xuanqiong Martial Body, but now it seems that I am still blind, and some people are not bound by the so-called bloodline and qualifications.

This Zhang Rusong's true qi cultivation is slightly lower at present, but the sword realm is high, and he can be called my first swordsman in Tianxing, Shan Xicheng is far inferior to him, okay, it really gave me a surprise. It seems that the swordsmanship in the Heavenly Star Collection is not in vain. ”

Between thoughts, Huangfu Xu has already raised Zhang Rusong's status in his heart by several levels, which can be on a par with Huang Jiu, this kind of kendo understanding, if it is placed in the Huangfu family, it must be a good seedling for many family elders to compete for, it seems that this Yuzhou is not without geniuses, but most of the geniuses are buried by the environment.

is like Qiu Lige, who is also from Yuzhou, but he is also a type of person with high potential in the worship hall of the Huangfu family.