Demon Recovery: I Will Become Stronger When I Kill The Demon

bang bang bang!

Continuous muffled sounds came from above the ring.

Zhao Yan, a disciple of Thunderbolt Sect on the ring, spun and danced the iron fan in his hand like a whirlwind of knives.

Yu Hai, a disciple of Wanxiangmen, crossed his arms in front of his chest and couldn't stop backing away in the sword formation.

The tall figure was almost submerged by the fan wind.

Pieces of blood were thrown out along the strong wind.

Soon Yu Hai's footsteps had reached the edge of the ring, and if he took another step back, he would fall off the ring and be judged to be a loser.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan's eyes shone brightly, and with a push of his hand, the refined iron fan in his hand spun more rapidly, and the knife array pierced the air, bringing out a sharp explosion of air.

Looking at Yu Hai who was helpless under his swift and fierce offensive, Zhao Yan gave a loud shout.

"Get down!"

Seeing this scene, Sun Qi's complexion suddenly changed, and he gave a bad voice.

On the other hand, Wu Yue had a sinister smile on his face that was incompatible with him.

Just when Yu Hai was about to fall off the cliff, his hands on his chest suddenly closed together.

Pooh!

Bang!

Amidst the piercing sound of sharp knives piercing into flesh, there was a crisp sound of refined iron clanging.

Zhao Yan's face changed drastically in an instant, and his extremely sharp fine iron fan got stuck, and got stuck in the bear-like arm bone on the opposite side.

He hastened to use his hands to pull out his iron fan.

But at this moment, a slap like a bear's paw directly grabbed his arm.

Amidst the wild laughter, Zhao Yan felt his body suddenly vacated.

Boom!

The next moment, Zhao Yan's abdomen collapsed and he fell directly off the ring.

"I lost again."

Under the stage, the people of Thunderbolt Gate sent the seriously injured Zhao Yan to be treated, but their faces were quite ugly.

Although they had a lot of competition with Wanxiangmen, it is quite rare for them to lose two games in a row.

On the side of the Vientiane Gate, there was a look on his face, and he showed an inexplicable smile to the people of the Thunderbolt Gate on the opposite side.

"Brother Wu, you really teach well!"

On the high platform, Sun Qi said gloomyly.

"Hey, it's just a fluke. I didn't expect this kid Yu Hai to have such a boldness. It's not bad, not bad~."

Wu Yue laughed heartily. In the past, he had lost more than he won in the sparring with Thunderbolt Gate, but this time he finally let out his breath.

"Then let's start the third match, Sun Rui, this third match is up to you." Sun Qi said in a deep voice.

After losing two consecutive games, he must win the third game.

Otherwise, if he loses three games in a row, he will be given the reputation of being incompetent in teaching.

"Yes, Master." A tall man in white clothes behind Sun Qi replied, and immediately jumped onto the ring.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Wu Yue's face did not diminish, and he planned to call his son to fight.

"Father, I heard that we have a third-class guest official named Lin Yi under our command. He has extraordinary cultivation and great skills. I think he will play in the second match.

At this moment Wu Tie stood up suddenly and said.

"Oh? There is such a thing!" Wu Yue glanced at his son lightly, he knew Wu Tie's character very well, and he knew it clearly.

It seems that this guest named Lin Yi has provoked his son somewhere.

Wu Yue hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

"In this case, then let this Keqing fight."

Anyway, he has already won two games, and the third game is not so important.

It doesn't matter if you lose a game, it will just make the old man Sun Qi smooth, and give Thunderbolt Gate a step down.

As for how Thunderbolt Gate plans to deal with this kid named Lin Yi, he doesn't care, he is just a third-class guest official.

In the eyes of the senior officials of Wanxiangmen, the third-class Keqing is nothing more than a dog, and he will die when he dies.

Soon, news spread that Lin Yi would play.

With a calm face, Lin Yi walked onto the ring step by step under the sympathetic eyes of everyone around him.

"It's ridiculous to not let Wu Tie come, but to send a mere third-class guest minister."

On the stage, Sun Rui, who was shaking his folding fan, looked at Lin Yi who was standing quietly opposite, and frowned slightly.

"At first, I wanted to get back all the shame I suffered at the Thunderbolt Sect today from Wu Tie, but now it seems that I can only ask for some interest from you."

"So don't blame me for being cruel, if you want to blame it, blame your own bad luck!"

Lin Yi didn't pay any attention to the kid's pretend quotes.

Instead, he looked up at Wu Tie, who was on the high platform with a cold smile on his face, and Wu Yue, who had indifferent eyes.

Immediately, he turned his head and spoke to Sun Qi who was still chattering freely.

"Can I admit defeat?"

"Admit defeat!" Sun Rui was taken aback, "Immediately asked for ten playful smiles.

"Okay, you can break your limbs first, no, five limbs, then you can admit defeat and roll off.

"Well, it seems that we can't reach an agreement."

Lin Yi looked at Sun Rui firmly, with a calm expression on his face.

"So......"

The next moment his calm expression began to gradually distort until it became distorted.

"You can die!"

boom!

Before the words were finished, the floor tiles of the arena exploded.

Lin Yi's figure disappeared instantly.

"..not good!"

On the high platform, the expressions of Sun Qi and Wu Yue, who were watching the battle, suddenly changed drastically. It was too late when they wanted to react.

With a puff, the sound of intense muscle pulling seemed to ring out from everyone's ears.

The playful look on Sun Rui's face has not completely faded, a big hand has penetrated his chest, directly pinching the beating heart.

"Zhu Zi An dare!"

On the high platform, Sun Qi let out a loud shout and stood up abruptly.

Wu Yue's face was also gloomy, and his gaze was fixed on Lin Yi like a thorn, with an almost substantive sense of warning.

Obviously, this is a warning to Lin Yi, now let him go immediately, it's better to kowtow and admit his mistake, this is what he wants to see, and it's what a dog should do.

Wu Tie's face was full of disbelief.

Sun Rui is his old opponent, and his strength is almost the same as him. This kid named Lin Yi can kill Sun Yue directly, which means that the opponent can also kill him in a second.

"how can that be??"

He knew that things were beyond (Zhao Zhao's) his imagination, and originally he just wanted to teach this kid some lessons and make him suffer, but he didn't expect that the other party turned the table directly.

If Sun Rui died, he still died in the hands of their Wanxiang sect, then the two sects would definitely have a lot of conflicts and even fight.

Because it's not just about winning or losing, it's about face.

"you you...……"

Sun Rui looked at the man who controlled his own life and death with pain on his face, and finally sobbed, trying to say something but couldn't say it.

Lin Yi, on the other hand, scanned the circle of disciples under the stage.

Collect the fear, panic, and confusion in everyone's eyes.

Then he raised his head suddenly, looked at the people on the stage, and grinned at the corners of his mouth, revealing a big smile.

next moment.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The vibrant heart burst open like a balloon to stop it.

Bits of blood splashed out and landed on Lin Yi's wildly laughing face, which was indescribably ferocious. .