Opening confession to the beautiful master

Before he wiped the blood off his face, he felt a chill in his neck, and then he felt dizzy. When his head fell to the ground, he could still see his body fall down clearly. As his eyes blinked, he completely lost his life.

"It's your turn!"

Zhang Yi had no intention of stopping, and he swung his sword straight at the chained man. Just as he was about to take action, he felt a chill around him. He immediately turned his sword and slashed behind him, and dozens of tiny silver needles fell to the ground.

This also allowed the chained man to escape. His body kept retreating. When he came to his senses, he was already sweating coldly on his back. Looking at Zhang Yi, who was covered in blood, his eyes were filled with deep fear.

"Who is this kid? Why is he so murderous?"

The chained man was confused and didn't dare to approach Zhang Yi for a while. He felt that he had just walked through the gates of hell.

Princess Zi Ling was dealing with her opponent while observing the person who used the hidden weapon. When Zhang Yi was attacked just now, Princess Zi Ling keenly discovered that it was the person who had dodged Zhuge's arrow before, and the person who had been hiding in the corner without saying a word before, "It turned out to be you!"

"Big Brother, I found the person who used the hidden weapon, it's him!"

Princess Zi Ling pointed at the man who had been hiding in the dark and reminded him in a loud voice.

"It turned out to be him!?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he ran towards the man with the long sword in his hand, but soon five people surrounded him and did not give him a chance to approach the man.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Yi shouted angrily, with murderous intent in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be affected a little bit, and the sharp murderous intent burst out from it, and gradually turned into a weird blood red, like a bloodthirsty sword.

Zhang Yi also noticed the change of the sword in his hand, but he had no time to think about it. Several people waved their weapons and rushed towards Zhang Yi, each move was fatal, but when Zhang Yi was about to attack, he saw a burst of air-breaking sound, and five magic arrows pierced their hearts from a strange angle. The person who attacked was Princess Zi Ling.

Zhang Yi pulled out the five magic arrows and continued to run towards the inconspicuous man.

Just now, Zhang Yi killed two people, and Princess Zi Ling killed five more. There were only 23 death row prisoners left on the field, and Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling only suffered minor skin injuries.

"It's so exciting, this is definitely the most exciting battle I have ever seen in my life!"

"Every sword is bleeding, and the one in Miss Jiu'er's hand is the legendary Zhuge magic crossbow, right? It's just like the rumors, every arrow must be bloody!"

"So it seems that Zhang Fan and his sister still have a chance to win."

Many viewers have stood up excitedly to watch, for fear of missing every exciting moment.

On the ring, the bodies of the dead prisoners were piled up everywhere. The living dead prisoners might be afraid of the Zhuge magic crossbow in Princess Zi Ling's hand. For a while, no one blocked Zhang Yi's way, fearing that the next arrow would hit them.

Princess Zi Ling relied on an iron umbrella to resist the attacks of ten people. It can be seen how fast her control of her own power and control has improved during this period.

"Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

At this time, the man who had always been very low-key suddenly spoke. His voice was full of magnetism, and he was born with a sense of obedience.

"Who the hell do you think you are? If you have the ability, you can do it. Don't just play tricks behind your back!"

Someone scolded dissatisfiedly.

In such an extreme environment, people's emotions are always prone to collapse.

"Then you can die!"

The man said lightly, and then he raised his hand slightly, and a silver needle pierced through the brain of the person who spoke, ending the person's life.

The silver needles that Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling could dodge did not mean that others could dodge.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi stopped and looked at the man with the silver needle with interest. He was happy to see the death row prisoners killing each other.

"Crazy needle! Are you crazy? Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, why do you kill him?"

Another person scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Grasshoppers on the same rope? I don't like grasshoppers, so... you can die too!"

After the voice fell, the person who spoke fell again, and another person died under his silver needle.

This made those who were originally ready to scold him shut up honestly, but unexpectedly he looked at a few people and asked: "Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

He sat on the ground from beginning to end, his eyes were as calm as always, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The remaining few people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, roared and killed Zhang Yi, but they were already confused, how could they be Zhang Yi's opponent, only to see the blood-colored long sword in Zhang Yi's hand swinging, accompanied by bursts of blood light, and several more people fell to the ground.

Now, there are only ten prisoners left standing on the huge ring. The bodies are piled up on the ground, and the blood has dyed the ring red. The smell of blood is also in the air, but this makes the audience more excited.

Zhang Yi has cleared all obstacles, and without any pause, he swings his sword again to kill Kuang Zhen. Kuang Zhen has no intention of dodging. He slowly stands up from the ground, claps his hands and says easily: "What's your name?"

He is calm as if the person in front of him is not an enemy, but an old friend he hasn't seen for many years, and he doesn't seem to take Zhang Yi's sword seriously.

"Zhang Fan!"

Zhang Yi did not stop his movements and chopped directly towards Kuang Zhen's head. But just when the sword was about to fall, Kuang Zhen calmly raised his arm. When the two collided, only a sound of metal collision was heard. Zhang Yi's long sword did not move forward a bit.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly. You know, his sword had even destroyed the martial arts arena, but now it was blocked by Kuang Zhen's hand.

"Don't be so surprised. My hand has been modified."

Kuang Zhen seemed to see Zhang Yi's thoughts and calmly lifted his arm, revealing the arm made of iron inside. No wonder he had kept his palm in his sleeve before.

"It has been modified so well? A silver needle can never miss a target. What is your relationship with the blacksmith?"

Such excellent craftsmanship reminded Zhang Yi of the blacksmith, and he couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Why do you have anything to do with him? Aren't you a disciple of the two academies, three sects and six schools? You don't even know about the Shenlian Sect!"

"How can a mere blacksmith be compared with my Shenlian Sect?"

Kuang Zhen didn't seem to mind exposing his identity, and only cared about despising the blacksmith.

"Shenlian Sect?!"

Zhang Yi really didn't know much about the Shenlian Sect, but he heard that it was one of the three sects, so he thought it should be extraordinary, and he became more alert.