Eternal First Immortal Sect

Just as the disciple of the Tyrant Sword Sect was utterly speaking out, a large group of people behind him directly attacked him.

"Looking for death!" The disciple Ba Daomen frowned, he drew a huge ghost knife from behind, and then swept out directly.

The powerful force burst out in an instant, bringing out a huge knife mark in the air.

"Crack!"

Those dozens of disciples were all chopped into two pieces by this knife, and blood was spilled on the arena, looking extremely miserable.

The Hundred Gates Tournament allows casualties, and even kills opponents. After all, he is not as good as a human being, and no one can be blamed for death.

In the Profound Sky Continent, human lives are like grass mustard, and they can be slaughtered by the strong at will.

There were still many people who were planning to launch an attack on this tyrant Sword Sect disciple, but after seeing this extremely tragic scene, they stopped their actions one after another.

After all, there are so many warriors in the arena, and instead of incurring this dangerous metamorphosis, they might as well work together to drive others out.

Chen Xi sat high on the viewing platform. He lowered his head and watched the duel below.

In the ring below, the performance of the three Chu Yun was very eye-catching.

They are like three giant dragons, accidentally mingled with fish, every time they move, they will bring up stormy waves.

Among the three, Chu Yun seemed the most peaceful, if no one shot him, he would choose to stand silently.

If someone launches an attack on Chu Yun, then Chu Yun will backhand and shoot that person out of the arena.

No matter who the opponent is, no matter what the realm of the opponent, as long as he launches an attack on Chu Yun, he will easily be sent out of the arena.

Although Chu Yun did not want to kill, but as he defeated more and more powerful men, many people were also afraid of Chu Yun.

Everyone soon discovered that Chu Yun was not easy to provoke, so they turned their spearheads and started attacking others.

Similar scenes are constantly being staged in these arenas.

The strong can often take care of themselves by themselves, while the weak ones mostly choose to group together and work together to kill the same realm, or the weaker ones.

"This kid is too light to start." Chen Xi said very emotionally. In this arena, life and death are in peace.

There are really too few people like Chu Yun who would hardly hurt his opponent even if he shot.

On the other hand, Huang Quan, his performance was completely different from Chu Yun.

I saw the monstrous devilish qi constantly emerging from him, directly in the arena, and began to slaughter.

Any disciple close to Huangquan, whether male or female, old or young, will be easily wiped out by Huang Quan.

Huangquan is like a murderous god, and every gesture of action will take away one after another.

Not only that, Huang Quan's mouth also wore a very cruel smile, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and it was almost impossible to restrain it.

"Help!!!" A monk yelled in horror after seeing Huang Quan approaching him.

Huang Quan did not hesitate, but directly waved a palm, trying to wipe out the monk in front of him.

Just when Huang Quan thought that he would slap the monk to death in front of him, he was surprised to find that his attack was actually blocked by a young man.

"Your Excellency, it's just a test. You can't commit this kind of killing, right?" A young man wearing a blue robes stood in front of Huang Quan. He frowned slightly. It was he who blocked Huang Quan's attack.

Huang Quan was somewhat familiar with the young man's dress, and soon he remembered a name.

"Are you the one who asked Daomen?" Huang Quan's mouth slowly opened, and he said with a smile on his face.

Asking Daomen, known as the leader of the four schools in the world!

It's just that the disciples who asked Daomen are very rare, and most of them are pure-hearted and unwilling, so their reputation is not obvious.

But even so, no one dares to question the strength of Wendaomen.

There are even rumors that the real strength of Wen Dao Sect is actually equivalent to a third-rate sect!

It was only because of some special reasons that Wendaomen did not advance to third-rate.

"Ask the door below, Lou Ti!" The man in Tsing Yi arched his hand at Huang Quan, and then said in a light tone.

"Snapped!"

Huang Quan didn't talk too much with the Tsing Yi man, but directly stretched out his palm and patted the Tsing Yi man's chest.

"Boom!"

The power of horror burst out in an instant, and directly shot the man in Tsing Yi away for a long time. Along the way, he even hit many other disciples.

"Are you Emperor Wu?" The man in Tsing Yi said with a shocked look. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggling to stand up, but couldn't do it anyway.

At this time, Huang Quan's body slowly appeared in front of him.

Huang Quan took a palm shot again and directly slapped the man in Tsing Yi into the floor of the arena.

Huang Quan stretched out his right foot and stepped directly on the chest of the man in Tsing Yi, then with a slight force, he directly stepped on his breastbone to collapse.

"No wonder you call the stairs, this foot feels really good." Huang Quan slowly leaned down, with a cruel smile on his mouth, and then said to the man in Tsing Yi.

"Ahem..." The Qingyi man's eyes were extremely shocked. He did not expect Huang Quan's strength to be so terrifying that he would defeat himself in an instant.

"Boy, do you think you are strong? You still want to save people from my hands?" Huang Quan's smile became more cruel, and the devilish spirit on his body kept tumbling and roaring, as if countless evil spirits were struggling and roaring inside.

"Do you want to kill me?" The man in Tsing Yi said in a panic. He felt a terrifying murderous intent and almost swallowed himself up.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Huang Quan's mouth slowly curved, and he suddenly lifted his right foot, and then stepped down fiercely.

"boom!"

The terrifying air wave broke out directly, and Huang Quan's foot used his strength.

Many disciples of the sect were directly blown away by the air wave for a long time, and then fell to the ground severely.

"..." After Chen Xi saw Huang Quan's performance, his forehead was full of black lines, and his heart was speechless.

Depending on your posture, you want to kill all these people, how many enemies you have to establish for the Celestial Sect!

"Huang Quan, just teach them a little bit, don't pretend to kill evil." Chen Xi slowly sighed, and his voice reached Huang Quan's ears.

"Yes, Master." After Huang Quan heard Chen Xi's words, he slowly retracted his right foot, then brought his legs together, and bowed slightly to where Chen Xi was.

As for the Wendao Sect disciple at Huang Quan's feet, naturally he couldn't die anymore, even his bones were gone.

"Huh! What kind of **** is this junior? Actually dare to kill my disciple of Dao Sect!" A middle-aged monk wearing a cyan Dao robe frowned, and then snorted coldly.

This middle-aged cultivator was the elder who asked Daomen this time, and his cultivation was extremely terrifying, and he had almost touched the threshold of Wu Zun.