Violent Martial Soul System

"Hahaha!"

As soon as Zhao Feng said this, the two immediately burst into laughter.

Not only that, but so are other people around you.

It's a joke that a martial artist from the Seven Star Martial Sect threatened to cut off the hand of a Nine Star Martial Sect martial artist.

"stop!"

At this moment, the disciple next to him stopped him.

As the organizer, Hai Lingzong naturally wanted to maintain the stability of the scene.

"Hmph, you're lucky kid, you'd better pray that you don't meet me at the conference, otherwise, not to mention your arms, even your legs, and your lifeblood will be cut off by me."

The strong man let go of Zhao Feng's collar and stepped back.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng, who was wearing a smiling face mask, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He didn't even have the guts to do anything, so he dared to cut off his life, really looking for death!

It's not the first day he has stepped into Soul Land. This is a world of strong people. It doesn't mean that your level is higher than the opponent's, and you must be better than the opponent.

There used to be someone who killed many ten-star Wuzong masters, and even one-star Wuzong masters when he was a seven-star Wuzong!

Of course, such examples are rare, so most people think that people with higher realms are stronger.

Soon, all the more than 30 people were tested. This time, there was no need to divide into groups, and they directly drew lots to play against each other.

This time, Zhao Feng was number eighteen.

Then, the thirty people were brought into the arena in the morning.

At this time, the arena was already full of people, twice as many as in the morning.

This time, the rules are still the same, the first round will be played in order, Zhao Feng will play against No. 17.

The advanced group is much more interesting than the intermediate group, and all the fighters who came to participate are distinguished.

The first match was a battle between a nine-star peak Wuzong. The fight was so dark that everyone in the audience was excited.

Zhao Feng also looked carefully,

Although these two nine-star peak martial arts sects do not have heaven-level physical martial arts skills, they have also practiced the two swordsmanship to a 70% to 80% level.

In the second round, the master of the nine-star peak Wu Zong still played very fiercely.

However, in the third game, a special situation happened.

The arm of No. 5 was cut off by No. 6, and at the same time, the Nawu ring was taken away by No. 6.

However, Hai Lingzong did not stop this kind of robbery.

Therefore, the ensuing battle became more intense, and the whole body of the audience around them seemed to be on fire.

And Zhao Feng under the ring couldn't help showing a strange smile.

Wouldn't it be in his interest not to prevent such outrageous things from happening?

The next battle, the audience present has already expected, it will be a fight to the death for the opponent's ring of Nawu.

Nawu ring, this is the most important thing besides life, even if you have a good relationship, you can't give the Nawu ring to other people for safekeeping.

After five rounds, four of them lost their Nawu rings to their opponents.

Then, Zhao Feng will play next.

"Tsk tsk, I don't know who my opponent is?"

Zhao Feng jumped onto the ring curiously.

And his opponent is the same.

After Zhao Feng saw his opponent's face clearly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Isn't this person the brawny man who grabbed his collar just now?

"It's you?"

The strong man didn't expect that his opponent would be Zhao Feng.

What a coincidence, just now Zhao Feng scolded him for being a fool, and now, he can finally take revenge.

At this time, Zhao Feng was thinking the same thing in his heart.

His collar was grabbed by a strong man just now, how could he not avenge him?

You know, this is the first time he has been pulled by the collar!

"It's really a narrow road for enemies."

Zhao Feng said wearing a smiley face mask.

"That's right, it's really a narrow road to Encounter."

The strong man nodded in agreement.

The referees in the advanced group are different from those in the intermediate group. After all, they need to find someone who can live in the field, so the referee this time is an elder.

The elders of the Hailing Sect are naturally good at fighting.

The old man saw that the two had a festival, so he didn't ask any further questions, and said directly: "If you two are ready, let's start."

After the words fell, he quickly backed away.

At the same time, Zhao Feng and the strong man also started fighting.

"I said, I want to cut off both of your arms. Now that you've been bumped into by me, I'll save you trouble after the match!"

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered, and he directly cast the magic wind sword technique.

This strong man is the Nine-Star Martial Ancestor, while Zhao Feng is only the Seven-Star Martial Ancestor.

However, there is no suspense for Zhao Feng to defeat him.

However, after the confrontation began, Zhao Feng deliberately showed weakness and let the strong man down.

"Hmph, with such a small weight, you dare to threaten to abolish me. You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth. If that's the case, then you should die!"

The strong man held a heavy long sword and attacked Zhao Feng crazily, every blow was directed at Zhao Feng's vitals.

Although the arena cannot be fatal, accidents will inevitably happen, and the strong man is not a disciple of Hai Lingzong, so even if he kills Zhao Feng, he probably won't be punished.

Moreover, attacking the vital points is the best way to expose the opponent's flaws. This is the truth that everyone understands.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal colliding spread, and the sky blade in Zhao Feng's hand was suddenly blown away. The strong man's eyes lit up, and he strode up, bound to cut off Zhao Feng's left hand.

Because, Zhao Feng was wearing a Nawu ring on his left index finger.

"Ha ha!"

When Zhao Feng's face changed under the smiling mask, he didn't panic, after all, he did it on purpose.

With a sweep of the strong man's long sword, an arm flew up.

However, what surprised everyone present was that what they expected did not happen. Zhao Feng's arm was not cut off, and the arm that flew up turned out to belong to the strong man in front of Zhao Feng.

What?

The strong man felt the pain in his left arm, looked down, and found that his entire forearm was gone, the incision was smooth, and the blood had just erupted.

Then, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and the next moment, even his right arm was thrown into the air.

"Leave you a pair of feet, go to the ring by yourself!"

Zhao Feng lightly caught half of the strong man's forearm, and then gently took off the holding ring on his finger.

When Zhao Feng touched the Nawu ring, he had already transferred the contents to the system storage space.

"you……"

The strong man was so painful that his veins popped out, and his arms were cut off. How will he live in the future?

On one pair of feet alone?

I'm afraid, even going to the toilet needs help from others.

"Bastard, I will kill you!"

Another Nine Star Martial Ancestor jumped onto the ring immediately when he saw his companion end up like this.

"presumptuous!"

At this time, the referee also stepped in front of him with a lunge.

This Nine Star Martial Sect is really not worth mentioning in front of the elders of Hai Lingzong.

The man stopped, not daring to move forward.

The elder of Hai Lingzong snorted softly, and then announced: "Number 18 wins!"

This strong man had his arms cut off by Zhao Feng, which was beyond everyone's expectations. The surrounding audience watched him being carried off the ring by passing men, and then treated for his injuries. Furious Martial Soul System