I Have a City in a Different World

The audience above the stands have faintly realized that something is wrong. In the past arena, such a thing has never happened.

Especially these five guarding monks, who looked nothing like ordinary duelists, were killed by Tang Zhen with ease.

There is an accident in the arena, related to this special duelist, and it is very likely that something big will happen!

In the hearts of the audience, similar thoughts were born, and they felt terrified and excited.

The audience did not leave, but observed it secretly. In addition to being curious, they also wanted to get more bonuses.

As long as the game dares to continue, they will dare to bet.

But the original cheers have become smaller and smaller until the audience is silent.

The corpse collection team came on stage, put the corpses of those monks into the car, and quietly looked at Tang Zhen with complicated eyes.

They have collected countless corpses, but things like today have never been experienced.

There has never been a duelist who has been able to fight continuously until now, beheading hundreds of enemies.

Not only duelists, but also monks guarding the arena.

No one ever thought that the guard monk would end up in person and be beheaded without any resistance.

It was the first time in many years to transport the body of a monk, and it felt a little fresh, but more of a fear.

The old captain of the corpse transport team has worked in the death competition factory for nearly a hundred years and transported countless corpses.

There is a saying that a long illness has become a good doctor. When you are used to seeing duelists fighting, your eyesight will naturally increase.

He could see that Tang Zhen was different from ordinary duelists.

But it was only limited to that. As for why Tang Zhen was so powerful, he could even kill the guarding cultivator, but he certainly couldn't see it.

The only thing that can be done is to pack the body as usual, and then silently withdraw from the arena.

Looking at the guarding cultivator who was killed by one move, the old captain had strange thoughts in his heart, and the dark path cultivator was just like that.

After the corpse collection team was evacuated,

There was only Tang Zhen left in the square again, looking a little lonely.

But no one dared to despise him, and because of this, Tang Zhen was like a lonely lion.

The entire arena is his territory, and no one dares to occupy it, otherwise it will turn into an icy corpse.

This kind of majesty and domineering is simply unparalleled.

If it weren't for the situation, it is estimated that the audience in the arena would have long cheered for Tang Zhen.

But at this moment, they just sat silently in their place, waiting for what happened next.

In the gate for duelists to enter and exit, more than a dozen figures slowly walked out. Compared with the brave duelists, these people have a more airy temperament.

It's as if stubborn stones and beautiful jade are put together, you can see the difference at a glance without much discerning ability.

The guard monk in the death arena. At this moment, all of them have appeared, only for Tang Zhen.

The rune magic circle that runs all the time has been closed silently, and the runes on the metal cylinder have become extremely dim.

The dissipated heaven and earth energy reappeared in the center of the death arena, giving people a foggy feeling.

After the guard monk came on stage, he surrounded Tang Zhen in the center, his expression indifferent and solemn.

Although up to now, no abnormality has been seen from Tang Zhen, but anyone can know that this is just an illusion.

If Tang Zhen was just an ordinary duelist, it would be impossible for him to remain calm in the face of so many guarding monks.

This has nothing to do with mentality, but the suppression of strength, and it is absolutely impossible not to be affected.

"Excuse me, what is your intention?"

When encountering an unknown opponent, blindly fighting is not the smartest method, and turning the fight into a jade and silk is the joy of everyone.

As monks in the spiritual world, they are far more afraid of death than mortals, and they cannot bear the price of falling from the clouds.

So their purpose is to get Tang Zhen to leave the death arena, not to fight to the death.

What will happen after you leave, you can tell at the time, and one step is a step.

Tang Zhen, who was surrounded by a group of monks, was indifferent and didn't take the guarding monks seriously.

"I said, just stay here and no one can let me go.

If you think it can be done, give it a try, by whatever means. "

Hearing Tang Zhen's answer, the expressions of the guarding cultivators changed slightly. If Tang Zhen was allowed to stay in this arena, they would not be able to operate normally.

"Your Excellency is so insistent that you refuse to leave this arena?"

When this sentence is asked, it means that the negotiations have broken down and the battle is about to begin.

"That's right."

Tang Zhen replied softly, his attitude was beyond doubt.

"If that's the case, then it can only be offended!"

Because Tang Zhen is a strong man, the guarding monks gave enough courtesy, not only respect, but also jealousy.

But when the two sides cannot reach an agreement, they can only fight to the death to see who can win in the end.

"Go!"

With a low roar, the figures of a dozen guarding monks began to change, surrounding Tang Zhen from different directions.

With Tang Zhen as the center, the energy of heaven and earth dissipated rapidly, and finally became a Jedi.

In addition to the rune magic circle in the death arena, the guard monks can also use similar means to complete the suppression of the monks.

In the process of fighting, this method is equivalent to cutting off the root of the tiger, cutting off the claws and fangs of the tiger.

The bald and toothless tiger, although still roaring fiercely, has lost 70% to 80% of its strength.

Even a bull with just horns can kill this beast with enough courage.

From the view of the guarding cultivator, Tang Zhen, who was trapped in the formation, had greatly reduced his threat.

They were fully armed, and the moment the formation took effect, they suddenly launched an attack.

Flying swords, magic weapons, incantations...

All kinds of means were used at the same time, and the target was Tang Zhen, who was in the center of the field.

Every blow is deadly, and once it is hit, there will be endless troubles even if it doesn't die.

In the face of the attack of more than a dozen guarding monks, perhaps only the gods can guarantee no damage.

However, Tang Zhen, who was located in the middle of the storm, made the guarding monks feel flustered, because he did not react at all in the face of this deadly and fierce attack.

As if the breeze was blowing, and as if the drizzle was drenching his body, his face was calm and calm.

The most shocking thing is that these deadly attacks dissipated silently after they approached Tang Zhen, without affecting him at all.

From his face, he could still see a faint smile, as if he was watching some ridiculous performance.

No one thought Tang Zhen's smile was kind, but his body was chilled, because their attack had failed, and Tang Zhen's counterattack was about to come.

This is the most terrifying moment. When your attack fails to kill the enemy, you must be prepared to be killed by the enemy.

"It's my turn now."

Tang Zhen said with a smile, but he didn't do anything.

However, the guarding cultivator felt that a gust of wind was blowing over his face, mixed with a bit of scorching aura.

The scorching breeze was pervasive, penetrating the body of the guarding monk and taking away all the moisture.

But in the blink of an eye, the body became incomparably light, like a mature dandelion floating around under the breeze.

But in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood of the dozen guarding monks turned into dust, and turned into a pile of white bones.