The central arena of the tournament.
"Killing! Killing!"
Shen Changan wiped his sword horizontally, and the shouting man's mouth opened wide, and his shouting suddenly stopped. A blood line suddenly appeared on his neck, and he fell to the ground with a flow of blood.
The corpse was as if it had been smashed into a mire, stirring up a commotion of insect frogs in the pond, and the frogs immediately stopped chirping.
The noisy crowd suddenly fell into dead silence, and there was no sound.
"Shen Changan! What do you mean!"
In the silence, a tall man in a short shirt with bare arms stepped out, pointed at the tall and tall Shen Changan on the ring, and asked angrily.
Shen Changan ignored him and raised his sword to his side. The man opposite him was facing the loess. There was a dazzling blood mark on his neck. His pupils were dilated and he was dead.
The dead man was Tu Boqing, who was known as the second most powerful man in the world. His swordsmanship was outstanding throughout the ages.
Shen Changan only killed him with one sword. It was not a martial arts competition or using force to make friends, but a sword to seal his throat, clean and neat.
The central arena is in the center of the semi-circular arc-shaped competition arena. There are no circular stairs. The arena is convex. The thick walls can isolate most noise. There is only a closed door for entry and exit.
All this was originally intended to prevent each other from interfering with each other in the competition arena, but now it has become a prison for everyone, making them trapped beasts in the cage, ready to be slaughtered by others.
He just came to watch the competition, why did he die!
The middle-aged man fell straight on his back, his hand still holding the door bolt. His eyes were bloodshot and wide open, and he refused to close his eyes. He could not figure out why until his death.
"puff--"
The man dressed as a young man in gray robe pushed the fallen man over, pulled out the short knife inserted into the man's head, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"ah!"
There was silence as she screamed, and the woman who screamed fell to the ground, her face spattered with the man's blood, and the blood hole between her eyebrows was as deep as a black hole, and blood kept pouring out.
"Please, please, don't kill me..."
One person opened his mouth to beg for mercy, and immediately, the common people who came to see the excitement knelt down and begged for mercy, crying and crying.
For a time, only about a hundred people were left standing in the huge central arena, which could accommodate a thousand people.
The big man with bare arms opened his eyes angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed to the ring and shouted: "Shen Chang'an, you are killing innocent people indiscriminately. I will kill you today to eliminate harm for the people."
Only then did Shen Changan cast his gaze on him, and after a brief glance, the sword flashed and his head fell to the ground.
He looked away indifferently, slightly rotated his right hand holding the sword, and pulled out a bloody sword flower. He calmed down and ordered: "Let's do it."
"yes."
This neat and loud response completely shattered everyone's slim hope. Among the hundred people still standing in the entire field, four-fifths were Shen Changan's subordinates.
The arena was filled with swords and sword shadows flying all over the sky, and the smell of blood was so strong that it only took half a quarter of an hour for the commotion to subside. The ground was covered with corpses, corpses strewn across the field, and blood flowing into rivers.
The alliance leader's order lasts for seven days in total, and this is the fourth day.
Zhang Zheng poured two cups of tea and handed them to Jiao Min and Zhu Tianshun, who were sweating profusely from exhaustion. He said to Jiao Min: "Okay, let me take over here. You can take turns with Zhu Tianshun."
This small world does not allow the use of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness. Once detected by the laws of the world, you will be expelled from the world.
The Qiling Smoke must be pulled by spiritual consciousness to function. Like the storage bag, it requires very little spiritual consciousness.
However, spiritual consciousness has been the most difficult to control since ancient times. It is rumored that in ancient times there was a spiritual training method that could cultivate spiritual consciousness and become an immortal. Unfortunately, it has been lost long ago and has become a legend.
If you want to strictly control your spiritual consciousness and divide it into threads, this task is too labor-intensive. A dozen or twenty times is fine, but testing dozens of times in a row is really overwhelming.
Jiao Min suppressed the dull pain in her head and did not dare to persist blindly. She stood up neatly, handed the Qiling Yan in her hand to Zhang Zheng, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Zhang Zheng."
Zhang Zheng smiled back, sat on the chair, and opened the Qiling Smoke in his hand.
After two breaths, there was no change in Qi Lingyan. Zhang Zheng smiled regretfully and said: "I'm sorry, the young master has no chance to meet my Tianxian Temple."
The young boy sighed regretfully, and his longing eyes fell on the white cloth fluttering in the wind. Although the word "Xie Ge" was small, it was particularly dazzling.
How great it would be if he could become a hero like Xie Ge!
Zhang Zheng looked in the direction where the young boy left and saw that there was quite a queue. It was roughly estimated that there would be forty or fifty people.
I feel happy and happy at the same time, but also feel a little depressed and disappointed.
As expected, there were quite a few people who came for the test, which was equal to what they had tested in the past month or so, and even far exceeded.
It can be seen that this alliance leader's order is really lively and intense, making a group of teenagers and children excited and high-spirited.
However, even though two to three hundred people have been tested, less than one-twentieth are qualified, and only three of them are qualified, and among these three, only one girl is willing to go with them.
The other two people used the excuse to ask relatives and friends and responded to them the next day, but they left and never came back.
After testing the last person today, Zhu Tianshun wiped the sweat from his forehead and lamented: "If I had known that the laws of this world were so restrictive, I would not have accepted this task."
Several people looked at each other and smiled. Now that they have come, they can only resist. At least this world is not very dangerous, and their lives are quite stable these days.
Seeing the person crying, Zhang Zheng comforted him: "You will be guarding the courtyard tomorrow. Go back and have a good rest."
Zhu Tianshun's frown eased slightly, his eyes wandered far away, and he said triumphantly: "Just in time, it's time to thank that guy Ge for suffering, I'm afraid he can't even survive ten people."
"It's time for us to leave, Sister Zhang Zheng."
Jiao Min took the only female disciple he had recruited in recent days and took two steps forward. When he realized that Zhang Zheng had not followed, he turned around and called.
Zhang Zheng retracted her gaze towards the competition ground, frowned slightly, and responded, "Okay, I'll be right there."
After just two steps, the bad smell became stronger and stronger, like the tarsus of an ant snake, tightly entangled in her mind.
Zhang Zheng paused in his steps.
Zhu Tianshun, who was holding a table and chair, almost bumped into her. He was startled and quickly steadied himself and asked, "Sister Zhang Zheng, aren't you leaving?"
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Zheng's eyes fell on the competition arena again. The extremely bad and disgusting aura seemed to be coming from inside.
It was already dusk at this time, and the people watching the competition in the competition field gradually came out of the gate and left the place.
There is an endless stream of people.
Zhang Zheng became increasingly uneasy, her brows furrowed, "No, no..."
Although there were many people coming out today, it was far fewer than before.
Shen Changan's fleeting murderous intention and sinister look appeared in his mind inexplicably.
Looking at the competition ground, Zhang Zheng's eyes darkened. He waved his hands towards Zhu Tianshun and Jiao Min and said, "You guys go back first. I want to go in and watch the competition."
"good."
Chapter completed!