"start!"

Cao Rong announced lightly, and immediately the two people's brows flashed out, and immediately used their respective armor souls.

From the clothes on these two people, it can be seen that one of them should be a core disciple of Jia Theological College, and the other is a disciple of Qinglong Temple.

The cultivation bases of the two are similar, so it is natural to make a quick decision at the beginning and use the strongest hole card, otherwise, if you keep procrastinating, you will waste your energy because of this, after all, there are still many battles to be fought.

Boom boom boom!

The two quickly launched an offensive. You came and went, and the powerful collision wave affected the space around the entire ring.

The battle lasted for nearly dozens of rounds. Among them, the disciple of Jia Theological Seminary, who was slightly inferior, was caught by the disciple of the Azure Dragon Hall, and he punched out, hitting the disciple of Jia Theological Seminary heavily in the chest.

Pooh!

The disciple of Jia Theological Seminary spat out a mouthful of blood, groaned, and flew out backwards.

"Number one wins."

Cao Rong had no expression on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light shot out from the failed disciple of Jia Theological Seminary, and immediately merged into the disciple of Qinglong Palace.

Due to the infusion of this golden light, the Azure Dragon Hall disciple clenched his hands tightly, showing excitement, and a golden spot of light began to emerge between his brows.

Zhuo Wen looked at this scene with a look of thought in his eyes. At the moment when the golden light entered the disciple of the Azure Dragon Hall, he clearly felt that the holy prestige on the latter became more and more obvious and powerful, which was manifested by the Holy Fate. effect.

On the other hand, the disciple who failed had an extremely dim aura of holy luck, if there was any, it was obvious that most of his holy luck had been deprived by the disciple of the Azure Dragon Palace.

Shui Zhe, the strongest person in the seventh ring, burst out with unprecedented brilliance in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Want to win the Holy Luck?"

The arena battle is proceeding in an orderly manner, some people fail and some succeed.

"No. 15 vs. No. 20."

When a battle was over, Cao Rong spoke again, and Zhuo Wen jumped onto the ring with one step.

At this moment, on the other side of the arena, a man in his thirties came up.

"A disciple of the Killing League?"

Zhuo Wen glanced at the word 'kill' drawn on the man's chest, and immediately knew that the man in front of him was a disciple of the Killing League.

After Zhuowen was jointly attacked by the six great sages, he used the magic avatar to investigate the specific situation of other netherworlds, and he knew quite a lot about the major netherworld forces.

The strength of the disciples of the killing alliance in front of them is so-so, only the eighth level of emperor, and in the killing alliance, they should only be regarded as upper-middle level.

"Hidden cultivation base?"

As soon as the man came up, he found that he couldn't see through the cultivation of the young man in front of him, so he couldn't help but asked in amazement.

"start!"

Cao Rong took another look at Zhuo Wen, because even he couldn't feel the specific cultivation of the young man in front of him, but he was sure that the young man in front of him had decided not to become a saint.

"Interesting little guy, it seems that his secret method of concealment is quite advanced, and I haven't even seen it through."

Cao Rong thought to himself, but he didn't care too much. After all, there was a big gap between unsanctified and sanctified. Although Zhuo Wen was good at concealing secrets, his main attention was actually on those geniuses who had already been sanctified.

"Remember my name, my name is Wei Han, otherwise you will go to the underworld after death, and you don't even know who killed you?"

Whoosh!

After finishing speaking, Wei Han released his armored soul. He was very cautious. Although he knew that Zhuo Wen had used the method of concealment, he did not dare to be careless.

His armored soul was a cloud of black mist. As soon as this cloud of black mist appeared, it attached to his body, and then Wei Han's aura became faint, and immediately disappeared in place.

"Quite fast! Although Wei Han's cultivation is only at the eighth-level emperor's realm, he may be able to pose a threat to the ninth-level emperor's realm with his assassination technique."

Under the arena, many fighters showed astonishment in their eyes, obviously Wei Han's performance was quite astonishing.

Whoosh!

There was another sound of piercing through the air, and behind Zhuowen, a cloud of black mist suddenly spread out, and then a right hand holding a dagger came directly towards Zhuowen's neck.

Zhuo Wen was as motionless as a mountain, when the dagger came towards him, he just punched lightly, without using any kung fu or martial arts, not even using secret techniques, just such a light and unpretentious punch.

"This guy is so big that he can't even move."

In the arena, many warriors shook their heads secretly, and even Cao Rong showed a playful look. JrNovels.com