The strongest demon emperor in history

Chapter 118
The huge martial arts stage can completely accommodate the competition between two innate warriors.

One of the two people in the arena is the so-called Huntian Stick Gongsun Ye, and the other is the Demon Sword Zhao Jun. Both of them follow the path of vigorous martial arts.Therefore, the sound of roaring into the sky and the collision of energy can be heard in my ears now, and the two sides are inextricably fighting each other.After about ten rounds, the two men's sticks and knives met and they broke apart with one touch.

With a "bang", a person flew out backwards.

"Hey..." The sound of friction between the soles of the feet and the ground rang for a long time: "Deng thump thump" Finally, he took a few steps back before he stood still.

Everyone saw that the Huntian stick was far away from Zhao Jun who was standing there, and it was him who retreated in embarrassment just now.At this time, he was panting heavily, and admiration suddenly sounded in the crowd, even Li Yang's eyes were attracted.

"It turns out that it can absorb the true energy of others. This knife is a rare magic weapon in the mortal world."

Li Yang's approving eyes did not look at Zhao Jun in black, but the knife in his hand.Thick, no front, domineering, this is the feeling of that knife, if it is not for its infuriating energy, it should be called Ba Dao more appropriately.

Gongsun Ye's complexion was very bad. In fact, the skills of the two were almost the same, but Zhao Jun had the advantage of the weapon.Half of the true qi in the body was sucked away, and it would be impossible to win any more battles, but he was not reconciled to giving up like this.

Just before he stepped forward to fight again: "Kala Kala" In Gongsun Ye's disbelieving eyes, his weapon, the long stick over eyebrows, slowly turned into several knots and fell to the ground.

His face turned pale in an instant, and Gongsun Ye cupped his fists towards Zhao Jun while holding the only small stick left in his hand. "Brother Zhao is really proficient in martial arts, and I have been taught by you."

After speaking, he floated off the martial arts stage, and there was another burst of exclamation from the audience.However, no one laughed at Gongsun Ye. On the surface, it seemed that Zhao Jun was indeed exposed to the light of the magic knife in his hand.

Only a few masters at the top nodded thoughtfully, and the barefoot young man who seemed particularly restless turned his head to Wuxin and said, "Master, in your opinion, how many rounds can Zhao Jun win?"

Most of the people in the arena are now looking at Wuxin.Seeing the two talking, they naturally pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

With a wry smile: "Sponsor Lei, this is a problem for the little monk! There are so many heroes in the world, it's not easy to talk about victory or defeat. But benefactor Zhao is indeed proficient in martial arts, and the monk admires it."

Wuxin is worthy of being a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.What he said was so subtle that the barefoot young man next to him rolled his eyes.

"Although the sword is good, the sword technique is even better."

A vicissitudes of life voice appeared, and the warriors under the martial arts stage looked at the source of the voice.In the northwest corner, an old man in fine clothes was talking to his disciple, and the sentence just now came out of his mouth.

"Master Yantian Sect" almost everyone in the mortal world knows these few great masters, and the old man in Chinese clothes is one of them. At this time, everyone discovered that there are many masters sitting on the top.

"Talented people come out from generation to generation, and the new generation is better than the old ones!"

The master of the Wanxiang sect couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion when he saw that everyone looked as if he had just met him for the first time.Now the light of the younger generation of warriors is too dazzling, and the one that completely obscures their predecessors, but the years are not forgiving.

What's the use of sighing?If one cannot enter the Profound Realm Palace, it will be a dream after all.

The Vientiane sect master here lamented for a while, and several people on the stage over there had already gone up to challenge, but they were all defeated without exception.Zhao Jun, the Demon Saber, lived up to the name of the Demon Dao. Those who failed the challenge would lose their lives in severe cases, or lose their limbs in light cases.

It seemed that he wanted to use this to intimidate the warriors in the audience. After all, even the warriors of the late innate stage would not be able to hold on for too long under the wheel of battle.It's a pity that I don't know if the temptation of Shenwu Tianshu is too great, or there are too many masters present, and there are still constant challenges.

"Boy Hong Baina, come to ask for advice."

The person who went up was a young man, wearing brightly colored clothes, which were still tattered.A face was raw and greasy, and he was holding a bamboo stick in his hand.This image is clearly a beggar, but what is incomparably astonishing is that this beggar in a hundred clothes actually has the innate cultivation of Dzogchen.

"Haha, beggars are here to join in the fun, I'm dying of laughter. Hahaha" There was a lot of laughter.Hundreds of warriors in the audience all looked at the laughing person, but it was the barefoot young man, leaning on the chair and laughing arrogantly.

"Lei Ji, don't bully others too much. Our beggar gang is not a soft persimmon, let you knead it."

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the barefoot youth, the young man on the stage said with a snort.His eyes stared at Lei Ji, as if he was about to spew out flames, obviously with deep hatred.There are hundreds of warriors on the top, and many of them understand the grievances and grievances between the two, and they all explain in whispers to the doubtful people beside them.

It turned out that the person on the stage was Hong Baina, the young leader of the Beggar Gang. As for the grievances between him and the Barefoot Thunder God, it was a feud between the Qing League and Lei Guo.For a long time, the two outstanding disciples of the younger generation naturally couldn't see each other, but now that Lei Ji's cultivation level was higher, Hong Baina was overwhelmed.

"Oh, really? Then I'm going to give it a try, but you'd better beat the magic knife, the martial arts senior, before you talk! Haha"

The person on the stage who laughed arrogantly and bluntly was furious: "You two benefactors, don't get angry, now is the time for the competition. It's still a martial arts competition, and the exchange of martial arts is the most important thing. How about giving the little monk a bad face?"

Wuxin's voice is always so unhurried.

After finishing speaking, the anger of both of them unknowingly decreased a lot, and Hong Baina bowed to Wuxin.

Then he took a deep look at the barefoot young man, then turned his head to Zhao Jun and said, "Senior Zhao, let's start!" The barefoot young man didn't even look at Hong Baina, and started playing a ditty on his own.Wuxin smiled gently and sat back in his seat, but he didn't realize that the two people looked at him with deep jealousy and jealousy.

One is the pale-faced Murong Yu, and the other is the barefoot young man next to him.

For everything that happened below, Li Yang in mid-air just glanced at it and was not interested.

At this moment, he was doing a strange thing, closed his eyes, and swept out the powerful divine sense.The size of the coverage area of ​​spiritual thoughts is determined by the strength of the mind and spirit. Li Yang's spiritual thoughts can now cover a whole thousand miles, and within ten thousand miles are under the spiritual thoughts.No matter what it is, there is nothing to hide. As time goes by, the corner of Li Yang's mouth first shows doubts.Then came suddenly, followed by that familiar arc.

"Drink, let go"

Suddenly there was a shout from the martial arts stage, and the bamboo stick in Hong Baina's hand transformed into thousands of shadows, covering Zhao Jun.Zhao Jun's face changed greatly: "Dog Beating Stick Method" is obviously known to the world-famous martial arts of the beggar gang.

The swarthy broadsword lay across in front of him, the true energy gushing out from his whole body, both hands clenched the handle of the knife.Zhao Jun didn't want to be snatched away by Hong Baina's hand, because Hong Baina's attack had also arrived, and there was a loud "ding ding ding" sound.This was the sound of Hong Baina's bamboo stick hitting Zhao Jun's broadsword. Unfortunately, the age difference between the two was just the opposite of the difference in cultivation level.

"Bah"

As soon as the sound came out, Zhao Jun felt the entire arm holding the knife lose consciousness.The five fingers couldn't help but loosen: "Bang Dang" the big knife had already fallen on the stage.

Maybe it's because they resent Zhao Jun's cruelty, or maybe they want to vent the anger they just received from their mortal enemy. At this time, the latter is more likely to be the one.The tip of Hong Baina's stick passed through Zhao Jun's defense, and directly hit Zhao Jun's dantian.The cultivation base of the late Xiantian was completely crippled. Seeing this scene, Wuxin frowned slightly.

As a Buddhist disciple, I would never see such a cruel act.

Picking up the big knife on the ground, Zhao Jun staggered down the martial arts stage without saying a word.The back view was extremely sad in an instant, and he lost his innate late-stage skills, and the magic knife would definitely not be able to keep it.

The knife is a trivial matter, it is just a weapon, and not everyone's true energy can be sucked away.Like Hong Baina's congenital Dzogchen warriors, their true qi has long been condensed into thick, and they are not afraid of the magic sword.

Otherwise, Zhao Jun would not have lost so quickly, and the only thing to worry about was his life.If it was in a prosperous age, decent fighters like the Beggar Gang would usually look back and save their face, so they would definitely not be so ruthless.

It's a pity that in troubled times, everyone is fighting, and compassion is the poison that poisons oneself in troubled times.Almost everyone has torn off the mask of hypocrisy, so one can imagine the fate of Zhao Jun.

"Alas! Amitabha Buddha, so good and so good."

After whispering the Buddha's name in a low voice, Wuxin was speechless.A sharp gaze shot down the stage, everyone knew that Hong Baina was looking at the barefoot youth Lei Ji.The fighting intent contained in the eyes can be felt even by people who have nothing to do with it. The barefoot youth looked at Wuxin.Looking at Hong Baina who was staring at him fiercely on the stage, he chuckled lightly.

Bare feet shook for a while, and he patted his clothes leisurely.

"Master, Lei Ji is going to show his ugliness first, and the clown can hardly wait."

The barefoot youth's behavior of not taking himself seriously made Hong Baina on the stage even more furious, and he couldn't help but get angry.

"Huhu" accompanied by the sound of fluttering clothes, the barefoot youth gently landed on the stage.Lei Ji's face is handsome and handsome, and his lightness is as elegant as a fairy. This move immediately made some female disciples of the sect in the audience show admiration in their eyes.

After a person is extremely angry, I am afraid that he is fearless and desperate.

For example, the current Hong Baina, his forbearance is obviously not as good as his martial arts cultivation.Full of anger and anger, just as the barefoot young man landed on his toes, the bamboo stick in his hand was thrown out.

Didn't even bother to say a word, many people watching this scene shook their heads, Hong Baina's father, the head of the beggar gang, was even more livid.

"You don't even have the qualifications to fight me, beat the dog stick, hum! Let go!"

The barefoot youth looked coldly at Hong Baina who was rushing towards him, and a voice full of his skill rumbled in Hong Baina's ears.Facing the bamboo stick handed over, the tip of the stick still shone with golden light, which was because Hong Baina had condensed his true essence on it.Facing the sudden attack, Lei Ji showed disdain in his eyes, and stretched out one hand.

Instead of retreating but advancing, he actually wanted to crash into Hong Baina's arms, Hong Baina only felt a blur in front of his eyes.As soon as he let go of his hand, he opened his eyes only to see that his weapon had fallen into Lei Ji's hands, and he hadn't had time to react.

"Bang..." There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a strong force threw him into the air.Then he landed heavily on the stage, mouthfuls of blood gushing out of his mouth like money.

Hong Baina's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him: "I, unexpectedly? I lost with one move?" What happened on the stage also shocked the hundreds of warriors below.

Hong Baina's father stood up "teng", but he couldn't go up due to the rules of the competition, but his eyes were about to burst into flames.He was even more worried that Lei Ji would make another move, no matter how stupid he was, he could still see that Lei Ji was already a martial artist of the Profound Realm.

"Crack" the bamboo stick that broke in two was thrown in front of Hong Baina by Lei Ji: "You will never be my opponent. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future. Give it back to you, trash."

No one expected that Lei Ji would say such hurtful words, Hong Baina immediately vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out happily.

(End of this chapter)