I, the Emperor of Heaven return

"Lost?" The crowd was stunned, not knowing what just happened.

Tang Sheng turned around, and there was a thin red line of blood on his neck. He took a few steps, but suddenly paused, without looking back, he just said, "Why don't you kill me?"

The blood line on his neck was left by Ruoyu Zhance. As long as the blood line was a little harder, he would be dead at the moment.

It was obvious that Ruoyu Zance did it deliberately, but did not want his life.

Ruoyu Zhance shook his head and said: "You and I are not enemies, just temporary opponents. There is no need to take your life."

"Yes." Tang Sheng nodded, and then disappeared.

Ruoyu Zance also turned around and left, and this was the end of a not-so-glorious showdown between strong men.

However, the waves this battle caused in people's hearts have not subsided, especially for those strong men who have seen the way.

Nie Tian frowned slightly. Ruoyu Zhence's sword just now was so fast and powerful that he couldn't even dodge the double-edged ghost eyes.

To be fair, if this sword fell on him, although Nie Tian would not die, he would still be injured.

Now, Nie Tiancai knew that he had underestimated Ruoyu Zhence's strength.

On the other side, Ji Tinghai looked at Ruoyu Zhence's back from a distance, with a rare fear in his eyes.

"Tinghai, if you didn't use the spiritual formation in your body to take the sword just now, how confident are you?" Ji Wuxiu stood beside Ji Tinghai, his stiff expression softened, and he asked abruptly.

Ji Tinghai frowned and said, "Five points."

"This..." Ji Wuxiu's eyes trembled, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

According to what Ji Tinghai said, if Ruoyu Zhence's sword strike just now had not used the sixth-level spiritual formation in his body, there was a half chance that he would die on the spot.

Ruoyu Zhence’s strength is so terrifying!

Ji Wuxiu originally thought that Ji Tinghai's biggest enemies in this Xumi Martial Arts Tournament would be Nie Tian, ​​Mo Yu and others, but now he knew that Ruoyu Zhence might be the most terrifying opponent.

The other people, Mo Yuyou Tianjin and others, all looked horrified and were speechless for a long time.

Only Long Er looked at Ruoyu Zance with a playful expression. Not only was there no fear on his ugly face, but he showed an expression of excitement, and murmured: "The Xumi Martial Arts Festival is getting more and more interesting."

In the following battle, not many people attracted Nie Tian's attention. There were only a few warriors between forty and fifty years old. Their strength was above the divine wheel level, but they did not pose a threat to Nie Tian. .

The first day's battle ended quickly, and the scores of all the warriors were quickly announced.

On the first day, in addition to the warriors who lost points and were directly eliminated, we also included those who were killed on the spot or seriously injured, as well as those who retired from the competition. There were originally more than 3,000 contestants, but only more than 1,000 were left, and more than half were eliminated.

Nie Tian, ​​Mo Ruxi, Qiu Shan and others were not eliminated and entered the second day smoothly.

After leaving the Xumi Competition Arena, Nie Tian and others immediately returned to the ancient mansion.

Just when he was about to enter the ancient mansion, the voice of Lord Sheluo suddenly sounded in his ears: "Master, that guy has come to Xumi Lingdu!"

"That guy?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, but he didn't react for a moment.

"Wu Feng!" Lord Sheluo's voice trembled slightly as he spoke a name.

"Wu Feng?" Nie Tian was stunned, frowned, and exclaimed: "He has come to Xumi Lingdu!"

Wu Feng has the curse mark of Shelob left by Lord Shelob on his body, and the latter can know his every move.

At the same time, Xumi Lingdu was in a hidden mountain forest.

Several figures appeared, walking slowly.

One of the figures was very familiar, it was Wu Feng who was refining the Five Poison Blood Infants.

At this time, Wu Feng's face was not very good-looking, he was trembling and seemed a little scared.

Behind him were four people with deep auras and sharp eyes. They were all experts at the sixth level of the Divine Wheel!

These four people all wore ghost-face masks, and their bodies exuded a strong corpse aura, as if they were corpses that had been dead and rotting for a long time.

But these four people are definitely living people. The reason why they look like this must be because they are practicing some kind of evil magic.

After a while, they came to a mountain peak and stopped, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after a few people stopped, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly appeared on the mountain peak in front of them, spreading instantly, and then a black beam of light shot into the sky.

"Bang!" The next moment, a violent explosion sounded, and a black shadow appeared on the mountain peak, stepping on a huge boulder in the distance.

Wu Feng was horrified. He looked up and saw the figure on the top of the mountain, hidden in a cloud of black air, as if it had no entity, which was very strange.

The moment the black shadow appeared, the four ghost-faced people knelt down and said in unison: "The four ghosts of the Netherworld, welcome the Ghost King!"

"Ghost King?" Wu Feng was startled when he heard the names of these four people. His face turned pale with fright, he knelt down and said tremblingly: "My subordinate, Wu Feng, would like to welcome the Ghost King."

"Four ghosts, please step back first." The black figure spoke, his voice cold and somber, intermittent, like a sigh from hell.

"Yes." The four Netherworld ghosts agreed, and their figures disappeared like ghosts.

Wu Feng knelt on the spot, not daring to raise his head.

The black shadow on the boulder flickered, and instantly appeared in front of Wu Feng, condensed into a human form, and said coldly: "Wu Feng, stand up."

Wu Feng's heart trembled wildly, and he stood up tremblingly. Only then did he realize that there was a person standing in front of him.

He mustered up his courage and looked at this person, but he saw a pair of deep eyes like black holes, releasing a chill that made people's backs chill.

He knew that the person in front of him was none other than the legendary Lingxuantian Pavilion's master, the Ghost!

The Ghost King of the Netherworld is the Ghost!

"Wu Feng, where are the Five Poison Blood Infants that this Pavilion Master wants?" The Ghost said coldly, without any emotion.

When Wu Feng heard about the Five Poison Blood Infants, his heart trembled, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his knees softened, and he knelt down again: "Pavilion Master, spare my life, I didn't do my job well, and the Five Poison Blood Infants were taken away by someone."

"Hmm?" The Ghost's voice suddenly sank, his face slightly cold, and asked: "Who took it away?"

Two Five Poison Blood Infants, one of which was used by Wu Feng to kill Huo Yuan, and the other was taken away by Nie Tian.

"Nie, Nie, Nie... Tian!" Feeling the cold pressure, Wu Feng uttered a name in a trembling voice.

"Nie-Tian!" The ghost's face turned cold, and his abyss-like pupils released a sharp murderous intent. In an instant, the murderous intent was revealed.

He had heard this name more than once.

Wanqi Rong, the deputy pavilion master of Lingxuantian Pavilion, died at the hands of Nie Tian.

"The four ghosts of the underworld!" The ghost's body trembled slightly, and Ling Ran shouted loudly.

"Subordinates are here!" Four mummified figures appeared in the void.

"Take back the five poisonous blood babies!" The ghost spoke grimly, and then his body turned into a ball of black air and disappeared in the air.

"Don't alarm others." The ghost's voice sounded again in the void, and then all the breath disappeared completely.