C45 One Versus Two

Zhu Changfeng agreed and was shocked. There was actually a Spiritual Array Master in the tiny Misty Cloud City. Looking at the arena, Zhao Xin was puzzled. Even if there were hundreds of millions of people in the thousands of cities in YunNuo Province... Five million cultivators was not something Spiritual Array Master could count with his hands.

The strength of the Yue Hai Sect usually depended on the Third Grade Spiritual Array Master in the sect to become as strong as he was today. That was why the Ao Family had no choice but to show respect to them. The people of the Ao Family within a five hundred kilometer radius of the Yue Hai Sect didn't dare to take half a step into the sect without permission.

On the arena.

A laser shot towards Zhang Qingyang. Zhang Qingyang's facial expression changed slightly. With a shake of his long sword, he suddenly disappeared and the laser shot into a big hole in the arena.

Zhao Xin was shocked. He suddenly felt a chill from his back.

Zhang Qingyang's figure suddenly appeared behind him. The long sword stabbed at his back and shouted ferociously, "Go to hell, Spiritual Array Master, so what?!"

"Die!"

Zhao Xin was not in a hurry when he saw this. He grinned and said with a cold smile, "A high grade Profound Rank sword skill, the Changge Sword Skill. I was just defending against you."

"Blood Rage."

"The killing intent of blood."

A scarlet killing intent rushed out of Zhao Xin's body and formed a blood red armor on his body, emitting a cold killing intent.

In an instant.

Zhang Qingyang, who had the upper hand, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger in his heart. However, he had no choice but to fire the arrow. The Spiritual Energy in his body exploded, and the speed of the sword instantly increased by several times.

Clang!

The sound of metal breaking rang out.

Zhang Qingyang's pupils enlarged several times in an instant. The longsword in his hand accurately stabbed into the back of Zhao Xin's heart, but the blade of the sword could not pierce into Zhao Xin's body at all. A huge rebounding force hit him. The long sword shattered and the tiger's mouth cracked. His mind received a huge impact, and he was sent flying backwards. He violently smashed on the Spiritual Array, causing ripples to appear.

A laser as thick as an arm instantly pierced through Zhang Qingyang's body, causing blood to spurt out.

Zhang Qingyang violently coughed out a mouthful of black blood, and his entire body fell to the ground with a large hole in his chest, causing blood to gurgle out.

Ding! Congratulations to host for killing elite monster Zhang Qingyang. Obtained high grade Profound Rank sword skill. Longsong Sword Skill. Obtained 50,000 experience, 3,000 Spiritual Energy, Obtained Blood Demon Power (1 drop). The Silver Dragon Blade leveled up to Yellow Grade middle level, automatically comprehending its own skill.

Longsong Sword Technique: (Using speed as the benchmark, supplemented by ruthlessness, named after ferociousness. There were a total of three styles, the Sword Drawing Style, the Saber Drawing Style, and the Infiltrating Cast Style. The faster the speed, the greater the power. It is a growth type martial skill. When the Proficiency reached the Grand Perfection, each style could split the sky and earth. Proficiency: 0 / 1000.

Power of the Blood Demon (One drop) Can be consumed as consumable. Within 3 seconds, the Spiritual Energy will be fully recovered.

When Zhao Xin heard this, he secretly thought that Zhang Qingyang, this little elite monster, had dropped a good item. Power of Blood Demon, restore all Spiritual Energy points in 3 seconds. A good item that couldn't be asked for too much! Although medicinal pills could also restore Spiritual Energy, that was a Tier 3 Spirit Pill. He was only a second grade Spirit Pill Refiner.

"Zhao Xin, you trash actually killed my son! I want you dead! I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

An angry roar filled the entire central square.

All the disciples of Zhang and Feng Family started moving, surrounding the disciples of Zhao Family.

Zhao Xin turned around and looked at Zhang Ju. Zhang Ju's eyes were red as he stared at Zhao Xin.

In the dark, Lin Hai and Feng Mo were looking at Zhao Xin in shock.

"It's killing intent?" Lin Hai said in shock.

Feng Mo showed a cold smile and said, "Killing intent is a good thing. As long as it's taken away, it can be turned into a Blood Evil Spirit Liquid. It's a great supplement for the people of Five Devils Cave."

Lin Hai chuckled when he heard that. The two of them looked at each other and smiled coldly. Zhang Qingyang was dead, so be it. Zhang Qingyang wasn't the only disciple he had. The fact that he was killed indicated that he was too weak to blame anyone else.

The atmosphere in the central square suddenly became solemn. The fighting intention in the air was incomparably strong, and it could be triggered at any moment.

After the last attack, the formation collapsed. Zhao Xin stood on the stage and kicked Zhang Qingyang's corpse to Zhang Ju's feet. He smiled and said, "What's wrong, old dog? Can't hold it anymore?"

"Zhao Xin, you're dead today. Kill all of Zhao Family!" Zhang Ju said while gnashing his teeth in anger.

Zhu Changfeng suddenly stood out and stopped Zhang Ju, "Wait, master of Zhang Family, let me take revenge for junior disciple Qingyang!"

Zhang Ju was startled for a moment, then he said, "Zhu Little Brother is in trouble now. I want to take revenge for my son with my own hands if I leave him with his last breath." All three of his sons had died under Zhao Xin's hands, and he could be considered a descendant. He wouldn't be able to rest in peace until he avenged his son's death.

Zhu Changfeng leapt onto the arena. He looked at Zhao Xin and said with a smile, "If you hand over the silver spear in your hand, I can guarantee your survival, and I can even recommend you to my Yue Hai Sect."

Yue Hai Sect?

Zhao Xin was startled, thinking, 'Your young miss is my wife, what's so amazing about being an inner circle disciple?'

"What if I don't hand it over?"

"Then I will kill you and snatch it from you."

"Oh? Then let's give it a try."

As soon as Zhao Xin finished his words, Zhu Changfeng's figure suddenly disappeared. A shadow instantly appeared in front of him and threw a punch at his abdomen.

Zhao Xin was shocked, and with a thought, he sent out a punch.

"Blood Rage Armor!"

The Blood Rage and the Blood Killing Intent formed a killing intent armor. It could ignore attacks from Core Formation warriors and increase the user's defense by 800%.

However, Zhu Changfeng was a Golden Core Third Level warrior, and his abdomen was burning with pain.

He took a few steps back and finally managed to stabilize his body by the edge of the arena. He thought to himself, The strength of a Golden Core Third Level warrior is so fast. He didn't use any martial skills in this attack, he only used his own strength.

Zhao Xin stabilized his body and looked at Zhu Changfeng. He sneered and said, "Golden Core Third Level is nothing much. I thought I could kill me with one punch." The blood in his body was churning, and he resisted the urge to spit it out.

It was very uncomfortable!

Zhu Changfeng's pressure kept crushing his mind.

"You're courting death!" Zhu Changfeng said with a cold snort. He was also very surprised that this punch didn't kill Zhao Xin. Could it be that Zhao Xin still had some defensive Spirit Artifact? This punch of his was powerful enough to kill a Fifth Level Core Formation, but it only forced Zhao Xin back a few steps.

The tiger's body shook, and the power of the Third Level Golden Core Realm burst out. Streaks of power appeared in the air, and it crushed towards Zhao Xin.

It was uncomfortable!

Incomparably uncomfortable!

The entire consciousness of the Heart Spiritual Sense was crushed.

Zhu Changfeng sneered and said, "I'll give you one more chance. Hand it over and I'll spare your life."

A proud and arrogant expression emerged on Zhu Changfeng's face.

Zhao Xin was very unhappy.

He really didn't like being oppressed by others. That kind of feeling was even more painful than death.

"I'll give you a chance as well. Lay down in front of me and admit your mistake. I'll let you die a quick death." Zhao Xin stood up and shouted angrily.

"You are courting death. Since you want to die so badly, I will grant your wish."

"Explosive Spirit Palm!"

Zhu Changfeng shouted out loudly. His palm carried a huge power as it flew towards Zhao Xin.

"Blood Rage!"

Buzz!

"Phantom Step!?"

"Silver Dragon Dance! '"

Buzz! Weng!

Every time Zhao Xin let out a loud roar, a buzzing sound of Spiritual Energy would burst out from his body, and he would immediately retreat. The Silver Dragon Blade in his hand instantly condensed into numerous silver dragons that rushed towards Zhu Changfeng.

However, Zhu Changfeng had shattered the silver dragons with a single palm strike, and was now rushing towards Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin stopped in his tracks. His long spear swept across the sky, and a crescent shaped Spiritual Energy swept out towards Zhu Changfeng's neck.

Zhu Changfeng did not manage to dodge in time, and was hit in the chest. At the same time, a number floated above his head, '-800'.

Zhao Xin was startled. This attack only dealt 800 damage. Zhu Changfeng had over 100,000 HP. His level was one level higher than Zhang Qingyang, an elite monster. He was considered a small boss.

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