Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

Fang Baiyu's sword light had obviously not landed on Zhao Jipeng's body, so how could he possibly hit Zhao Jipeng until he fell to the ground? It was hard to understand.    

    

Lei Meng frowned slightly. His spirit energy was strong and his perception was far sharper than a normal person's. Just now, he vaguely felt that Fang Baiyu had released a substantial amount of killing intent into Zhao Jipeng's body, causing him to be injured internally!    

    

Just like his own Mysterious Devil Art's hidden strength, when he punched out, although on the surface he could not see much, his internal organs had already been shattered by the elemental energy.    

    

"Second round, Fang Baiyu wins!"    

    

Black Cloaked Deacon used his senses to check on Zhao Jipeng's situation. There were no major problems, so he found a few people to carry Zhao Jipeng away.    

    

As the referee announced this, the entire audience went into an uproar. This ? He won just like that? He was done for with just a single move, yet he did not even touch Zhao Jipeng.    

    

Hearing the excited discussions of the spectators, Jiang Bin and Zhao Jipeng's face dropped. Instead, they were glad that not many people recognized them. Naturally, they did not know of their identity as a core member of a martial cultivation family. Otherwise, they really would have to find a hole and hide in it.    

    

After two consecutive matches, the disciples of the two Old Martial Family s had been eliminated, and in just a single move, they had been defeated!    

    

It's fine if Long Bufan is strong, but why is Fang Baiyu so abnormal!?    

    

"This Fang Baiyu really gave me a pleasant surprise." Atop the main seat, hall master Wang Yi watched Fang Baiyu's back and was secretly fearful. He originally thought that Fang Baiyu would not be a match for Long Bufan, but now it seemed that the two of them would have a match to fight!    

    

"It should be the aura of slaughter! This is the inner demon of his heart of martial arts, but it is also the best weapon, the killing intent condensed into substance, to the point that he can directly attack. The reason why Zhao Jipeng stopped his movements earlier, was because he was forced by Fang Baiyu's killing intent to stop him, causing him to be unable to display his true strength.    

    

Elder Xu had lived for more than a hundred years. Although his own strength could not be considered to be at the top, he was extremely experienced.    

    

Hall Master Wang Yi nodded: "Not only that, Fang Baiyu had gathered this killing intent around him, and had formed a type of domain of killing intent defense. If one's strength is insufficient, even his killing intent cannot break through! To be able to create such a move, Fang Baiyu's perception was extremely good! No wonder his strength grew so fast! I haven't paid attention to Fang Baiyu these past few years, but never would I have thought that his strength has already grown to this extent! "    

    

"Hehe, now we can see, I originally thought that Long Bufan's battle with Fang Baiyu would be a one-sided battle, but now there's a suspense, who do you think will win?"    

    

The Elder Xu shook his head, "I don't know, in the previous battle, Fang Baiyu and Long Bufan did not use their full strength, but it all depended on who had the most hidden strength, and who has the most powerful trump card."    

    

Following the end of Fang Baiyu's battle, the arena battle entered into the third round.    

    

"Third match, Outer Palace Disciples, Lei Meng against Yang Feng."    

    

Following Black Cloaked Deacon's vigorous voice, the tall Lei Meng and the haughty Yang Feng slowly walked onto the wide arena under the warm applause.    

    

"Yo, so it's you!" Once on stage, Yang Feng could clearly see Lei Meng's appearance, his heart was uncontrollably filled with a ruthless desire for revenge. The corners of his mouth curled up into a ruthless smile: "Before fighting with that servant, I'll appetize you first."    

    

Lei Meng looked at him coldly, let out a cold laugh, and said: "You only have this mouth of yours."    

    

Yang Feng was infuriated. Just as the Black Cloaked Deacon announced the start of the battle, he shouted loudly, and his body began to emit an azure colored cyclone.    

    

Lei Meng's figure flashed, and he too brandished his sword to block.    

    

Bang, bang, bang!    

    

The two swords collided and a loud sound rang out as Yuan Power swept forth.    

    

Yang Feng vented all his anger towards Long Bufan and attacked him forcefully the moment he attacked. Then, he started to use his strange sword moves.    

    

Lei Meng was forced to retreat slowly, one iron sword was used to block from the left, the situation was extremely dangerous, if he was not careful he would be pierced.    

    

After this round of fierce attacks, Yang Feng's expression did not change, but Lei Meng was not optimistic, both of his hands had already gone numb from the sword vibrations, he held onto the iron sword tightly, and was panting for breath!    

    

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could tell the difference in strength between the two sides.