Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 67 Who is Transmitting the Voice
In the Great Hall of Martial Arts, there is an old and mottled arena, which is eight hundred feet in length and width, seems to be piled up with some kind of precious jade, extremely hard and rough.

I'm afraid that ordinary supernatural monks will not be able to leave the slightest trace on it.

The surface of the arena was dark brown, as if it had been eroded by a large amount of blood. The blood stains on it penetrated into the jade, making the arena look full of chills.

I don't know how many grievances and grievances, how many heroes have been buried in this arena since the establishment of the Taiyi sect.

The arena is in the due west, which means returning to the west.

Thirty feet below the arena, many disciples gathered, all of them were attracted by the life-and-death struggle between the two. Roughly estimated, there are at least several thousand disciples.

But ninety-nine percent of the disciples present were not optimistic about Yang Xuanzhen, thinking that he was not the enemy of Yuexi Guiyihe, so they lacked interest and the degree of discussion was extremely low.

At this moment, under the stone steps of the arena, an old man in gray looked at the life and death form in his hand, with strange eyes, glanced at Yang Xuanzhen, then looked at Yue Xigui, and said:

"Have you two thought it through clearly? Once you are on the stage of life and death, there is no way out. You can only divide life and death. If you want to go back on your word, it's still too late."

This old man is one of the elders in Yanwu Hall, named Song Zhong.

Its cultivation base is the first level of supernatural powers, mana realm.

He is also a witness to the decisive battle between the two.

When Song Mo spoke, although he looked at Yue Xigui, he was actually reminding Yang Xuanzhen.

After all, the difference in cultivation between the two was not small. He could tell that although Yang Xuanzhen's physical body was extraordinary, he still had no advantage.

"Elder Song, I've thought it through." Yang Xuanzhen gave a deep salute to the old man in front of him, and after saying that, he walked onto the ring without looking back.

Hearing this, Song Mo took another look at Yue Xigui, saw that this person also showed determination, and stepped up the steps, he could only sigh softly, and announced: "Forget it, the old man can't control the young people's world, if that's the case, The battle begins."

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet and seven inches in length. It is forged with iron from the world. It is not any magic weapon, but a pure killing sword. Today, let it send you a ride. You will die under this sword." , is an honor."

On the ring, Yue Xigui looked solemn, and drew out a pitch-black long sword from his back.

The moment he grasped the sword, his whole temperament became more fierce, and immediately his complexion turned cold, and without waiting for Yang Xuanzhen to open his mouth, he suddenly killed Yang Xuanzhen.

But at the next moment, a powerful hand seemed to protrude from nothingness, without any trace or any sign, it grabbed Yue Xigui's neck.

Immediately afterwards, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Yang Xuanzhen picked up Yue Xigui as if he was carrying a chicken.

"Ch... ck... ck..."

Yue Xigui suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, he struggled desperately, and a hoarse whimper sounded from his throat.

But in the face of this powerful force, any means, any moves, even his proud sword, seemed extremely ridiculous.

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"Why was senior brother Yue Xigui captured? I remember it clearly, I didn't blink just now!"

"What happened just now, I didn't see clearly at all, how Senior Brother Yue was captured?"

"Could it be that I stayed up late yesterday to work hard, which led to a trance and an illusion?"

This scene made most people in the audience bewildered, and they made doubtful voices one after another.

As for the few people with slightly stronger cultivation bases, they could clearly see that it was Yue Xigui who took the lead.

But in the end, he was caught by Yang Xuanzhen at some point, which is really weird.

"I knew, Senior Brother Yang would definitely win!"

Ye Suling cheered excitedly, in her heart, no matter when and where, Yang Xuanzhen will never fail.

"Hiss, Senior Brother Yang's strength has reached such a level?" Lin Senpeng also clicked his tongue secretly.

His Lin family has monks from the mystical realm of supernatural powers, so he is well-informed, but the more he knows, the more he understands what is so terrifying about Yang Xuan.

Even Song Mo, the elder in the Great Hall of Martial Arts, shrunk his pupils slightly. All the disciples were low in cultivation, and perhaps they didn't see everything clearly just now.

But as a cultivator with supernatural powers, he knew that just at that moment, Yang Xuanzhen suddenly jumped up, grabbed Yue Xigui by the neck, and lifted him up.

There is no ingenious change in it, even body skills and martial arts are not used, there is only one word, fast!

Soon, even the elder Song Zhong was shocked, and pulled off a handful of his beard.

"The old man was wrong, this kid is hiding deep enough."

Elder Song Mo muttered to himself: "His strength is not much different from that of the monks who have just been promoted to the Mystical Ability Realm. After Ji Qianyuan, my Taiyi sect has another monster-like wizard. In time, I will be able to grow up in the sect." Shine."

on the ring.

Yang Xuanzhen didn't care how the people below reacted, he just stared coldly at Yue Xigui who was having difficulty breathing, and said in a deep voice, "Who ordered you to trouble me?"

While speaking, he loosened his big hands slightly to make the other person's breathing easier.

There was still deep horror on Yue Xigui's face, he never imagined that the opponent's strength was so strong that he couldn't react at all.

Hearing Yang Xuanzhen's question, he just came back to his senses, shook his head quickly and said: "No one ordered me, Yuexi Gui, to come and go alone. I just wanted to teach you a lesson because I just saw that you were unhappy."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Yang Xuanzhen sneered, but his left hand was not idle, he suddenly stretched out and grabbed Yue Xigui's right arm.

"hiss!"

With a piercing scream resounding, Yue Xigui's arm was torn off by Yang Xuanzhen on the spot.

Blood flowed profusely from the severed arm, and the arm was also thrown on the ground, staining a small area of ​​life and death platform red.

"Say it, maybe I can spare your life." Yang Xuanzhen asked again, his tone even colder.

Such a scene made many disciples watching the battle below the ring feel chilly and couldn't bear to watch.

The piercing pain distorted Yue Xigui's face, and finally, his lips squirmed slightly, and said with difficulty: "Yes..."

But before he could utter a complete sentence, his ears moved suddenly, as if he heard something terrible, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hehe, that's all..."

Afterwards, Yue Xigui let out a miserable laugh, refused to confide a word, and just closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Ok?"

Yang Xuanzhen noticed the slight change in Yue Xigui's expression, just now, the moment this person was about to speak, it seemed that someone was transmitting his magic power.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his head and looked around, his eyes constantly searching the entire Great Hall of Martial Arts, trying to find the person who transmitted the sound.

It's a pity that apart from thousands of shocked eyes and some scattered figures in the distance, there is no suspicious person to be found.

It seems that from the beginning to the end, the other party never appeared inside the Martial Arts Hall, or perhaps hid his cultivation, so that Yang Xuanzhen couldn't find any clues.

However, the main hall here is extremely wide, with a full length and width of 880 feet.

With Yang Xuanzhen's current cultivation base, it is basically impossible to completely search the entire hall in a short period of time before the birth of the monk's unique spiritual consciousness.

His face sank like water, so he had no choice but to give up the investigation for the time being, and used means to question Yue Xigui again.

But this person made up his mind, no matter how Yang Xuanzhen tortured him, even if his five limbs were crippled, he still gritted his teeth and refused to confess.

In the end, Yang Xuanzhen crushed his neck and blew his heart, then took the spoils, turned and walked off the ring.

(End of this chapter)