I Have a City in a Different World

Once again, the enemy was beheaded.

The audience cheered, the applause and laughter were earth-shattering, just because they bet on the result again and earned a huge bonus.

For these gamblers, today is a holiday that deserves to be cheered on.

The manager of the arena, his face is as black as the bottom of a pot at the moment.

He stared at Tang Zhen, and finally realized at this moment that there must be something wrong with this rookie duelist.

If it is an ordinary duelist, it is impossible to kill the cultivator on the spot with just a casual blow.

Only the monks can kill the monks. As for why Tang Zhen was not suppressed by the rune circle, it still needs to be determined through investigation.

Since Tang Zhen is a cultivator, he must use the means to deal with cultivators, and there must be no hesitation.

Tang Zhen must be killed, otherwise there will be endless troubles and make the audience doubt the rules and fairness of the arena.

In this giant city, there is an arena that is equivalent to a cornucopia, and there must be a strong backer behind it.

It's just that competition in this area will try to avoid mortals, because they belong to two different worlds.

But today's turmoil cannot be avoided by mortals, because Tang Zhen made up his mind not to leave the arena.

This is the most embarrassing place, because this arena must not be closed.

Since the existence of the death arena, a rule has been set, no matter what the reason, it must not be closed.

As long as the business is closed, it must be re-owned, and it will be severely punished.

It is said that the creators of the rules belong to the highest level of existence, and they cannot even mention their names at will.

Countless eyes are staring at this piece of fat. Once the business is closed, those cultivators will inevitably jump out and make trouble.

Therefore, this matter can only be resolved in public, and the play that should be played must continue.

Tang Zhen has already killed a cultivator, which is enough to prove his strength. Ordinary cultivators are not opponents at all.

For the sake of safety, the boss of the arena issued an order to send the monks guarding the arena to kill Tang Zhen.

It didn't take long for the five guarding monks to appear in the arena at the same time, staring at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.

They are responsible for guarding the arena, but they rarely have the opportunity to make a move, and they usually retreat and practice.

It's just because the operators behind the arena are a powerful group of monks, and those who don't have eyes have already paid the price for their recklessness.

Don't want to today, finally have the opportunity to appear, and directly dispatched five guard monks.

"Young man, give you a chance, obediently be beheaded by my sword.

If you are honest and obedient, you may suffer less.

If you are obsessed with it, then you will know, what is life better than death! "

A guarding cultivator headed, shouted sharply at Tang Zhen.

They didn't do it directly, they just wanted to minimize the impact of the matter, so that the audience would not go out and promote it randomly.

Although the strength of the arena is strong, it can't stop the audience.

Once the bad reputation spreads, it triggers a cascade of reactions.

Facing the warning monk, Tang Zhen smiled and shook his head.

"The strength is not very good, but the tone is quite arrogant. You can't beat me at all, so don't die."

Hearing Tang Zhen's warning, the five monks sneered again and again, this should be what they were going to say.

"Good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost. Since you are so stubborn, then wait and taste what it means to be better than death!"

As soon as the five monks finished speaking, they were about to launch an attack and kill Tang Zhen directly.

But until this moment, they were shocked to discover that they were unable to mobilize the energy of heaven and earth.

This surprise is extraordinary. If they can't mobilize the energy of heaven and earth, their combat power is not even as good as that of ordinary duelists.

My heart is full of doubts, I don't understand why this happens.

The main target of suspicion is the rune formation in the arena, and it is likely that this thing has suppressed itself.

It's just that this set of rune formations are all controlled by their companions, so how could such an abnormal situation occur?

"Damn, what's going on?"

A guard monk shouted, trying to get a response from his companions, because the arena was constantly monitored by guard monks.

Just shouting for a long time, but did not get any feedback at all, as if the stone sinks into the sea.

My heart was anxious, but I saw Tang Zhen walking over slowly with a bronze dagger in hand.

When the five cultivators saw this, they felt the pressure greatly increased.

He wanted to retreat and dodge, but found that his feet were like roots, unable to move at all.

"Something's wrong, this guy is weird!"

The guarding cultivator, who had made a threat earlier, pointed at Tang Zhen and roared, with a flash of fear in his eyes.

Compared with mortals, indigenous monks are most afraid of death, which means that years of penance are in vain.

If you want to restore the strength before death, you must practice again, and there is no shortcut at all.

Therefore, when they found out that the cultivation technique could not be used and they were about to be slaughtered, the feeling of fear and unwillingness filled their hearts.

It's a pity that at this moment, no one can help them.

Tang Zhen raised his hand and waved his sword, and the guarding cultivator at the front fell to the ground clutching his throat.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and in the end he could only collapse to the ground with a face full of unwillingness.

When the other four companions saw this, their eyes widened.

Before accepting the mission, they never dreamed that the strongest companion would fall in this way.

Soon it will be their turn, beheaded with ease, and then resurrected as mortals.

Thinking of that scene, a strong sense of fear flooded into my heart.

It was as if a wealthy family with rich clothes and jade food suddenly became impoverished, and it was difficult to bear the huge gap in status.

If the psychological quality is slightly poor, it is possible to go crazy, or even collapse to suicide.

The four cultivators in front of them were facing similar worries and didn't know what to do.

It's just that at this moment, everything is out of their hands.

The last moment, they tried to kill Tang Zhen, and their hearts were full of arrogance.

At this moment, he was arbitrarily beheaded by Tang Zhen, so terrified that he couldn't add any more.

They prayed for a miracle, and hoped that someone would step in and help them out of the crisis.

It was just that when Tang Zhen swung his sword again, there was still no miracle, only the icy sword glow cut his throat.

"I can not be reconciled……"

In the flash of cold light, the four monks fell to the ground one after another, screaming in despair.

It's a pity that apart from Tang Zhen, no one else heard it, and they didn't know how unwilling they were to die.

The spectators in the arena were all confused and couldn't understand what happened. Why were these five imposing duelists killed by Tang Zhen so easily?

As if he was deliberately killing him, after washing his neck, he waited for Tang Zhen to slash him with a knife.

The audience who lost their bets screamed and cursed in anger, feeling that the arena was deliberately playing tricks on them.

Unbeknownst to him, the manager of the arena also widened his eyes at the moment, his face full of unbelievable expressions.

He couldn't believe that the five monks guarding the arena were killed without any resistance.

Die so suffocating, not even as good as those duelists, at least there is a chance to raise their weapons to fight.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on here?"

His expression was distorted, like a ferocious ghost, roaring loudly at the subordinates around him.

In the face of the desperate manager, the staff of the arena were frightened, but they could only bite the bullet and reply: "I just got the news, the rune magic circle in the arena suddenly lost control, and then caused the suppression of our monks..."

When the manager heard this, he couldn't help but sneer.

"So the real reason is that our own people made mistakes and killed five companions?"

The staff nodded, full of helplessness, did not expect such an Oolong incident.

It turned out that the rune formations built by the great cultivators were sometimes unreliable and would malfunction at critical moments.

"Hohoho...the bunch of goddamn idiots, idiots!"

The manager was furious and scolded loudly, then looked at Tang Zhen in the center of the arena.

"Close the rune formation for me, and send all the guarding monks there. Today I have to slash him with a thousand swords!"