"I am the Thunder Lord!"

Su Hongyang shouted loudly, pressed his right hand down, and the sea of ​​thunder in the sky thunder fell down towards the long river of blood.

Xue Changhe felt the pressure from Mount Tai, and immediately used all his strength to instill his spiritual energy into the black axe without any capital.

The axe quickly magnified, buzzed and trembled, and then soared into the sky and hit the sea of ​​thunder.

Rumble!

The sea of ​​thunder collided with the axe, causing a shocking explosion. The axe split into pieces and turned into light spots to scatter.

After the thunder sea dispersed, dozens of lightning bolts formed, all of which hit the blood river.

"Ah..." Xue Changhe screamed, his body full of thunder and smoke, and his hair counted down. His whole body seemed to be a piece of charcoal, and no piece of flesh was not injured.

"Su Hongyang is indeed powerful. Without three moves, only two moves, the long river of blood can no longer stop it."

"It can be seen that Su Hongyang has not used all his strength yet. If he uses all his strength, the Blood Long River will not even be able to save his life."

"No wonder the Ghost Lord proposed the suggestion of a martial arts competition. Su Hongyang is so powerful, who can defeat him?"

...

The people watching the game were talking, and Su Hongyang's strength shocked everyone, even masters of Gongsun Changsong and Xuedingtian were no exception.

"The last move!"

On the ring, Su Hongyang shouted loudly and swept into Xue Changhe like a ghost, and was about to stab the Dantian of Xue Changhe with a sword.

Xue Changhe was so scared that he was sweating heavily, his feet trembled like sieve, and he said in a trembling voice: "Stop... I admit defeat..."

"It should have given up long ago."

Su Hongyang suddenly withdrew his strength, and the tip of the sword stopped three inches outside the Dantian of the Blood River. The cold sword energy tore open his skin, and blood oozed out of his dantian, making him feel a piercing pain.

"It's so dangerous, I almost became a useless person."

Xue Changhe took a breath of cold air, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Su Hongyang. Just now, if Su Hongyang did not retain his strength, Xue Changhe's dantian would inevitably be destroyed, and he would not be afraid from now on.

"The first competition, Su Hongyang won!"

The Ghost Lord looked full of spring breeze and threw admiring eyes at Su Hongyang.

Then, he glanced at Gongsun Changsong and said, "My Netherworld Sect and the Vampire have already competed in martial arts. It's your turn to Tianyang Sect and the Corpse Driving Sect."

After Su Hongyang and Xue Changhe jumped off the arena, Jiuji Daozun of the corpse-driven sect glanced at Gongsun Changsong coldly and said, "Liu Xiaoliu, go up."

"yes."

On the side of the corpse-driven sect, a young man in a black robe flew to the ring.

This man is very weird, short, only one meter three, with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek, and cross-eyed eyes. It caused many jokes when he came up.

However, he was not angry, but instead giggled, looking silly.

"Sir, let me deal with that fool and fight for our Tianyang Sect."

On the side of Tianyang Sect, a young disciple walked out from behind Zhang Bailin and volunteered.

He is Zhang Bailin's favorite disciple, named Li Muzhi. He is not very famous in the entire inner sect of Tianyang Sect.

But from the younger generation present, his combat power is only slightly inferior to He Shengquan, the disciple of the Three Guardians.

Gongsun Changsong glanced at the younger generation present. Li Muzhi was indeed the right candidate to play against Liu Xiaoliu, so he nodded and said, "Remember, don't underestimate the enemy's carelessness. Today's competition is of great importance. You can only win, not fail."

"Please rest assured, Lord Proud, I will win this game." Li Muzhi patted his heart and promised.

"Why is Liu Xiaoliu silly? Why should he compete with my apprentice?" Zhang Bailin said with his head raised. He was very confident in his apprentice.

"Go up."

Gongsun Changsong waved his hand and saw that Li Muzhi and Zhang Bailin were both full of confidence, so he also had high hopes for Li Muzhi.

Li Muzhi nodded, jumped, landed on the ring, and stood five feet apart from Liu Xiaoliu.

"Big, brother, brother Liu Xiaoliu, I hope you will be big, brother, show mercy." Liu Xiaoliu clasped his fists and said hesitantly, revealing his yellow teeth, still looking stupid.

"Hahaha……"

Li Muzhi laughed proudly, hooked his finger at Liu Xiaoliu, and said, "Ugly, come on, hurry up and don't whine, I'll get upset when I see you. It's not your fault to be ugly, it's your fault to be disgusting people."

Under the ring.

Xiao Heng frowned and said to Fatty Fang beside him: "Who do you think Li Muzhi and Liu Xiaoliu can win?"

"I have to ask, it must be Li Muzhi's victory. Then Liu Xiaoliuyi looked like a fool and had a bad mind. What would he do to beat Li Muzhi?" Fatty Fang put his hands on his hips and said carelessly.

Xiao Heng shook his head and said, "Then Liu Xiaoliu is definitely pretending to be stupid. If he was really a fool, would Jiuji Daozun send him up? In my opinion, Li Muzhi will definitely lose."

"Yes, why didn't I think of this? Even if Liu Xiaoliu is a fool, Jiuji Daozun is not a fool. There must be a reason for him to send Liu Xiaoliu to the ring. Oh no, Li Muzhi is too arrogant..."

Fatty Fang immediately became worried. Of course, he was not worried about Li Muzhi, but worried that Tianyang Gate would not be able to obtain control of the spirit mine. If Li Muzhi lost, the chance of Tianyang Gate getting control of the spirit mine would be even more slim.

"It's true that you're stinging things. Do you want Li Muzhi to lose this competition?"

When Zhang Bailin heard Xiao Heng's words, he glared at Xiao Heng fiercely, wishing to pinch Xiao Heng to death. He was a hundred times more confident in his apprentice Li Muzhi, but Xiao Heng said that Li Muzhi would definitely lose. Isn't this slap him in the face?

Xiao Heng smiled, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Bailin. In reality, people who think they are always slapped him hard.

On the ring.

Li Muzhi rushed to Liu Xiaoliu, rolled up smoke and dust, and then slashed at Liu Xiaoliu's neck with a sword.

Liu Xiaoliu did not dodge, but instead grabbed Li Muzhi's long sword with his bare hands.

"Do you think you are the Indestructible body of Vajra? Take the sword with your bare hands? I will let you know how to write the word "death"!"

Li Muzhi laughed wildly, increased his strength a little, and the long sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling light, instantly slashing on Liu Xiaoliu's palm.

Bang!

A crisp sound was heard, and the fire was shining.

Liu Xiaoliu's palm was unscathed, and he still looked silly and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Li Muzhi's long sword broke into three pieces with a crack, and only the hilt of the sword was still caught by Li Muzhi.

"How could this happen?" Li Muzhi's face suddenly changed, and he unconsciously took five steps back, his face as if dead.

"Big brother, I'm sorry for you, I broke your sword..."

Liu Xiaoliu still stuttered, looking like I'm sorry for you.

Seeing Liu Xiaoliu's appearance, Li Muzhi was so angry that he rushed to Liu Xiaoliu again, wielding his ten-successful power, pushing his palms into his heart.

Energy was like a flood that broke the dam, flooding Liu Xiaoliu.

Liu Xiaoliu stood there as steady as a rock, then simply punched it out, sending a punch mark as thick as a bucket, hitting Li Muzhi's palms.

boom!

Li Muzhi immediately flew backwards, his arms were broken, and he fell to the ground outside the ring, smashing a human-shaped pit on the ground, and flying sand and stones.
Chapter completed!