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"elder sister?"

Luo Tian was puzzled all over his face, so he couldn't help asking.

But Bai Ru didn't mean to explain to Luo Tian at all, just glanced at him, and then let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

Although Luo Tian was curious, seeing Bai Ru like this, he would not ask any more questions. In the arena, the life and death contract is signed, and the battle has already begun.

Maybe he also understood that the opponent's strength was definitely stronger than his own, so Senior Xingbei launched an own decisive attack as soon as he came on the field.

Like Senior Xingbei, there is another student. This student is much wiser than the one who just cooperated with Senior Qiu Ling. With almost no need for Senior Xingbei to say anything, he consciously formed a fighting alliance with Senior Xingbei. Raise the sword directly to kill Yang Zhen.

No nonsense, no cowardice of the weak. Senior Xingbei and the other student went straight to the left and the right, and the swords rushed straight up.

Zhan Yuan Dao Jue, the light of the sword suddenly rises.

Serial Sword Technique, full of sword shadows.

The killing potential is astonishing, and the martial spirit is vertical and horizontal. The posture of the two shooting at the same time really felt a bit of tacit understanding.

In the stands, everyone's discussion stopped abruptly. They also wanted to see how Yang Zhen faced such a powerful enemy.

clang! clang!

There were two crisp sounds, and the scene that caught everyone's eyes immediately made many Practitioners gasp.

I saw that Yang Zhen didn't pull out the tattered and broken sword at his waist, but raised his two hands lightly, and then directly clamped the attacking sword with his fingers.

No matter how hard Senior Xingbei and the other student tried, they couldn't break free from Yang Zhen's grasp.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhen completely relied on his own physical body to resist the two swordsmanship and Sword Qi.

None of the clothes on his body were tattered, as if the Cultivation Technique of Senior Xingbei and that other student was nothing but a dream.

"It's too slow!"

Yang Zhen raised the corner of his mouth and said frivolously. At the same time, he threw a provocative look at Bai Ru on the sidelines.

Senior Xingbei and the other student saw that they couldn't draw back their weapons, so they started to punch and kick. Senior Xingbei raised his hand to attack. But another student moved faster. Turning around, he kicked Yang Zhen's face with an edge like Sword Qi.

There was another muffled sound, but there was no feeling of kicking on the flesh. Instead, there was a sound of kicking on a stone.

Senior Xingbei stared at it, but saw that Yang Zhen's cheek had an extra piece of air that looked like a hollow in space. All the kicking force did not hit Yang Zhen's face at all, but was blocked by the invisible airflow.

martial spirit?

How can an ordinary Practitioner's martial spirit be so tough. Even Martial Master level existence, without special Cultivation Technique, will definitely not have such a powerful martial spirit.

After all, the essence of a Practitioner is its own attributes, and martial energy is just an extension of its own attributes!

Could it be that this person's whole body attribute has exceeded 1500? This is impossible!

At the moment Senior Xingbei was astonished, Yang Zhen fought back. With a slight twist of the finger, the student's long sword broke on the spot.

The tip of the sword was whirling, and before it landed, Yang Zhen grabbed it and stabbed the student directly in the stomach.

All of a sudden, the student's expression twisted. Yang Zhen shot so hard and moved so fast that he couldn't react at all.

"One!"

Yang Zhen said calmly. Then push that student away. Blood dripped, and suddenly the wound on his waist spurted out a stream of blood a foot away. The whole figure seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, completely unable to fight anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"how so?"

Senior Xingbei had a frightened expression on his face. The other Practitioners were equally horrified. Obviously, Yang Zhen definitely used some kind of dark energy in that blow just now, with the ability to expand the wound and even kill him with one blow.

This guy is really not kidding, he really knows how to kill people!

At the critical moment, Senior Xingbei suddenly calmed down. Seeing that Yang Zhen was about to do the same to him. Senior Xingbei let go of the own knife directly.

Yang Zhen tried hard with his fingers, but he threw Senior Xingbei's sword away. With the sound of breaking the wind, the long knife was directly inserted into the wall below the arena. Half of the knife body sank into the stone.

This shows how strong Yang Zhen's fingers are, definitely surpassing Kato Taka's level. Senior Xingbei took several steps back, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Yang Zhen looked at him, but smiled and said: "You don't even want the knife, how can you fight me? Do you want to admit defeat?"

Senior Xingbei ignored Yang Zhen's arrogance. He glanced at the student who fell to the ground and said, "He's about to die. Is there no one to help?"

On the edge of the arena, several deacons looked at me and you, but they didn't intend to step forward. Obviously, unless the student is completely motionless, they will not play.

Senior Xingbei came to the student, helped him hold the wound, and said softly: "Admit defeat, it's not worth dying here!"

The student no longer had the strength to speak, so he nodded slightly, as a response. Senior Xingbei said again: "Come quickly and save someone, he has already surrendered!"

With these words, the surrounding deacons stepped forward and hurriedly helped the student up. Before leaving, the student grabbed Senior Xingbei's shirt and forced out two words from his throat: "Be careful."

After finishing speaking, deacon took the people away quickly.

Seeing the back of the student leaving, Senior Xingbei secretly gritted his teeth, and then clenched his fists even tighter.

Yang Zhen stood there without moving, yawned, and said loudly: "Is it all right? It's too boring. Idiot, don't you admit defeat?"

Senior Xingbei turned his head and said loudly, "Daddy didn't admit defeat in the battle!"

As soon as the words fell, senior Xingbei suddenly burst out with a flame-like martial energy. Then, Senior Xingbei's hair began to change color slightly, and the ground under his feet began to vibrate with stones.

Such a strange situation made Yang Zhen feel a little more solemn. The seniors in the stands all saw what Senior Xingbei was doing.

"There are Talents!"

"Is this Talent turned on?"

"Start Talent during the battle, this kid, there is a show!"

Among the people who were shocked, Lei Jian's expression was the most surprised. Softly, Lei Jian murmured: "Nu Lei Talent!"

Master Zhou seemed to have heard this sentence, and immediately said in surprise: "You can see clearly, it's Nu Lei Talent. A Nu Lei that is higher than your Talent?"

There was a strong light in Lei Jian's eyes, he nodded and said, "I can't be mistaken. This kid's Talent has definitely reached a high standard."

Master Zhou Mu then said: "That means that with a little training, he is a good talent. Where is this kid from?"

Master Zhou asked someone to ask, and immediately smiled: "It's Yanyang City Martial Mansion again. This is really a treasure land!"