The atmosphere around the ring is becoming more and more solemn, and there is silence around, and under this extremely oppressive tranquility, everyone is waiting, waiting for the moment when the storm comes.

Suddenly, a fine light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the Blood Futu, and with a sharp pinching of both hands, a huge blood-colored smoke rushed towards Chen Zhi.

This blood mist is clearly not a spell of the Hehuan Sect, but every monk has his own adventures, especially people like the Blood Futu, who have been away from the Hehuan Sect for more than ten years, and the exercises and spells they have learned are even more complicated.

As soon as he made a move, Chen Zhi also pinched his hands at the same time, and four life-killing ropes appeared in front of him, turning into four black giant pythons, biting fiercely at the layer of blood mist.

The two spells, intersecting in the air, emitted a huge roar, and the four life-killing ropes were just destroyed with the blood mist.

However, whether it was Chen Zhi or Blood Futu, neither of them looked at the released spell and continued to pinch it.

For a while, the two were separated by most of the ring, constantly casting all kinds of spells, and the light of various spells flashed on the ring, intersected, and collided fiercely.

The roar and the brilliance of the spell illuminated the entire ring in a colorful way.

Some of the monks around the ring had already been stunned, and all kinds of spells continued to converge, and the roar was endless, and even many monks with low cultivation retreated one after another.

"Yes, these two people have their own unique experience in casting spells, especially this Chen Zhi, in just five years, he can use a variety of intermediate spells so proficiently, and he also has a lot of experience in understanding this life-killing rope. Beside Cheng Wuwu, the monk surnamed Weng couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Cheng Wuwu nodded, and said in response: "However, the power of this Blood Floating Slaughter's spell is obviously more powerful, and his spell is evil and weird. ”

Hearing Cheng Wuwu's admiration for the bloody slaughter, the monk surnamed Jin Dan on the side frowned, he thought that this Chen Zhi was a person from the family at first, but now it seems that there is still a need for consultation, he shook his head, and said indifferently: "Don't rush to make a conclusion, these two people seem to be still trying." ”

Cheng Wuwu nodded, but there was a sly smile in his eyes.

Just as several Jindan monks were discussing, Chen Zhi and Blood Floating Tu had already released more than a dozen spells each, seeing that the scene was caught in a strange spell confrontation, at this moment, Blood Floating Tu's face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned around, ignoring the two strands of blue smoke released by Chen Zhi, and suddenly opened his hand, and a blood-colored long knife more than five feet long suddenly appeared in his hand.

Holding the blood-colored long knife, the Blood Floating Slaughter unleashed a roundabout life-killing rope towards Chen Zhi behind him.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and I saw the blood-colored long knife easily pull away the life, but just when it was halfway through, a muffled sound suddenly came out.

The next moment, a cloth bag bounced out of the life-killing rope, spun around in the air and flew towards Chen Zhi leisurely, it was the Nine Yin Rotten Bone Bag, and at the same time, Chen Zhi released two rays of dazzling green smoke that slammed into the back of the Blood Floating Tu.

This series of things happened in the midst of lightning, Chen held a hand, withdrew the Nine Yin Rotten Bone Bag, and frowned slightly when he saw a deep crack on the Nine Yin Rotten Bone Bag in his hand.

"What a sharp high-grade magic weapon!" he secretly praised, squinting his eyes slightly, and looked at the Blood Floating Massacre.

In the midst of a green mist, the figure of the Blood Floating Slaughter slowly appeared, and when Chen Zhi saw the appearance of the Blood Floating Slaughter at this time, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

I saw Blood Futu standing intact in the green mist, holding a blood-colored long knife that was four feet long in his right hand, and the original clothes on his body had become tattered, and under this clothes, there was a golden magic robe, on the magic robe, the runes flowed, and the light was dazzling.

"Top-grade magic robes!" Chen Zhi was stunned, and his eyes revealed a heavy color.

"Golden Thread Suit!" On the high platform on the right, when he saw the situation in the ring clearly, Meng Brahma couldn't help but exclaim, his face became extremely solemn, he glanced back at Tang Cheng, gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Brother Tang, you are really willing to give this golden thread suit to the Blood Floating Slaughter." ”

In response to him, it was Tang Cheng who said in a smug voice: "This Blood Floating Massacre took refuge in me before, I don't remember that there is a provision in the door rules, we can't give monks magic weapons and magic clothes, besides, didn't Senior Brother Meng also give this Chen Zhi a medium-grade defensive magic weapon Yin Yang Umbrella? Why, now I regret my stinginess?"

Meng Brahma's pupils shrank, and he snorted coldly, as for the other monks who bet on Chen Zhi, their faces were solemn, but it was Lu Xiong and the others who laughed unscrupulously, and Tang Cheng was even more red, it seemed that in his opinion, Chen Zhi would definitely die this time!

After all, this golden silk robe has a great background, even in the top-grade magic robe, it is also known for its defensive power, and it is also known for its magic defense power, with the effect of absorbing spiritual power, the power is close to the best magic robe, and it is also the treasure of Tang Cheng's pressure at the bottom of the box.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......" A voice sounded suddenly, and everyone paused to look to the right, but saw the elegant man surnamed Cheng shaking his head and saying, "Senior Brother Tang, if you had given this dress to your son, it wouldn't be, alas...... It's all the fault of slamming the door. ”

Tang Cheng's laughter froze, his face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, and his eyes were almost murderous staring at the elegant man surnamed Cheng.

The death of his beloved son is his biggest sore spot, and now that he has been exposed in public, how can he not be angry, but his eyes can't help but skim to the high platform on the side, and when he saw Cheng Wuwu looking towards this side, he couldn't help but snort in fear and turned his head.

At this time, the monks around the No. 10 ring were already stunned, and one by one opened their mouths wide, looking at the golden magic robes on the Blood Floating Tu in shock, as if in order to stimulate everyone's attention, the Blood Floating Tu grinned, and took out a round shield with a simple shape, this shield was printed with a huge character on the front, and on the back, it was printed with a huge word of death, floating in front of the Blood Floating Massacre, constantly rotating.

One turn and one life and death, one turn and one reincarnation, this shield also has a small origin, there was once a small sect called the Sect of Life and Death, known for its bizarre spells, and Tang Cheng destroyed this small sect after building the foundation in advance, this high-grade defensive magic weapon shield is the treasure of the small sect.

This time, Tang Cheng had invested a lot of money, and after he learned that the Blood Floating Slaughter had refined all his wealth into an extremely sharp top-grade attack magic weapon, he specially gave him two high-grade defensive magic weapons.

This is also the source of confidence in the Blood Floating Massacre!

The three magic weapons protect the body, and the blood floating slaughter was full of arrogance for a while, and with a long roar, he raised the blood-colored long knife in his hand high!

"Bloodthirsty Knife Technique!"

With a loud roar, the spiritual power of the Blood Floating Slaughter burst out, turning into a huge blood wave, and rushed towards Chen Zhi fiercely.

Chen Zhi lowered his head, and his footsteps did not move a bit, which even made people think that he was scared stupid.

A soft sigh.

Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at the Blood Floating Slaughter calmly.

Another sigh, this sigh, with regret and helplessness.

"It's a pity, I wanted to hide my strength......"

Chen Zhi raised his head, his hands were raised high, and the palms of his hands, at this moment, seemed to disappear and turned into two strong heavenly thunders.

Palm Thunder!

In the dantian, the talisman formed by the Yin and Yang Heavenly Thunder Jue surged rapidly, and the Yin and Yang Heavenly Thunder in the dantian intersected with each other, annihilated, and turned into the purest Heavenly Thunder!

The next moment, this heavenly thunder gushed out along the meridians.

On Chen Zhi's body, there was suddenly a vast and ancient coercion, and as soon as this coercion appeared, it was instantly shrouded in a radius of 100 miles with Chen Zhi as the center. With a thunderclap, more than a dozen huge heavenly thunders erupted from Chen Zhi's hands!

"Boom-" There was a loud bang, and above Chen Zhi's hands, a long knife composed of heavenly thunder suddenly appeared!

The two thunder patterns on the blade kept flickering, and all kinds of light loomed!

Blood Futu was completely stunned, looking at Chen Zhi who was wrapped in thunder light in front of him in a daze, he seemed to have a feeling that what he was facing was no longer a person, but Tianwei!

How can it be......

Is this his real strength?!

No wonder, he dared to challenge Wei Qingcheng!

A few thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind, and the next moment, a thunderous sound echoed in his ears.

"Thunder Knife!"