Fantasy: Please Don't Grab Me, I'm The Son Of Destiny!

The Elder of the four major powers secretly glanced at each other and made eye contact.

In an instant, each other understood that what the other was thinking was the same as their own.

Behind the crowd, where no one noticed, a gloomy man with eyes like a poisonous snake passed through the gap between the crowd, coldly staring at Jiang Yu on the ring.

Immediately afterwards, an Elder with a gloomy face walked towards him.

"Leng Jiu, it's time for you to come out. In the next round, challenge Jiang Yu directly. On the stage, kill him. Don't give him any chance, understand?"

The person called Leng Jiu nodded, and said in a cold voice: "Nine Nether is going to shoot, and he will kill and never leave!"

"Very good, you are one of the most excellent killers among the disciples of the Nine Nether sect of the previous generation. Because of occasional task failures, you dropped the Realm, stuck at the eighth rank and unable to improve, but if you complete this task, after you go back, I will report to the sect master and reward you with the Nether God Pill, cleanse your body, and repair your hidden wounds, so that you can return to rank seven, and at the same time continue to practice and improve Realm!"

Hearing this, Leng Jiu's eyes instantly revealed a frenzied expression.

For any cultivator, dropping the Cultivation Base and being unable to make any progress for life is the most desperate thing, and it is more terrifying than killing them.

And Leng Jiu was seriously injured because of a certain mission. Although he recovered his life, he hurt the root, and Realm fell from the seventh rank to the eighth rank.

And because of the same reason, no matter how much he cultivates, he can only get stuck in the Cultivation Base of the eighth rank, and it is difficult to improve further.

The Nether God Pill is one of the extremely rare high-grade pills of the Nine Nether sect. It can repair almost all injuries, and of course it can also solve his hidden injuries.

It's just that the price of obtaining this Medicine Pill is too high, and with his current Cultivation Base, it's hard to get a chance even in his whole life.

Now as long as Jiang Yu is killed, he will be able to obtain the Nether God Pill and regain his life. Naturally, he is extremely fanatical.

"It must be killed!"

For a moment, Leng Jiu almost let out a low and hoarse roar from his throat.

"Go."

The Elder of the Nine Nether gate said coldly, raising his hand.

On the stage, Jiang Yu glanced across the disciples of the four major forces below the stage, with a provocative look on his face.

"Next, whose turn is it?"

No one dared to speak, even Zhang Yang of the eighth grade Cultivation Base was no match for him, and others would die if they tried it.

After looking around, no one dared to take the initiative to take the stage, Jiang Yu was somewhat disappointed.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to test the quality of these disciples from the four major forces. After all, after entering the secret realm, these people will unite to besiege and kill them.

Know the opponent's strength first, and prepare early.

It turned out that they were so timid that they didn't even dare to go on stage.

From now on, the only one who rolls the roll is himself, and can't go down and wait until the next game is over before coming back.

Just as he was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly came from the end of the crowd.

"Nine Nether Gate, Leng Nine, challenge Jiang Yu of Aurora Sect!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yu's expression changed, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Then I saw Leng Jiu's figure like a ghost from The Underworld, coming out from behind.

Wherever he passed, it seemed as if there was something terrible, and all the disciples around him automatically moved out of the way.

If you dare to challenge own at this time, you must not be a disciple of Common.

With a thought in his heart, Jiang Yu secretly activated the destiny system to check Leng Jiu's information.

【Name: Leng Jiu】

【Realm: Eighth Grade Great Returned to Origin (dropped by Seventh Grade)】

[Identity: Disciple of Nine Nether Sect, Assassin]

【destiny template: Nine Nether gate assassination star】

[This is the top disciple of the Outer Sect of the Nine Nether Sect. Due to the failure of an assassination mission, the Realm fell and became a laughing stock. He endured the humiliation and entered the secret realm to inherit the secret method of the magic sect and repair his injuries. The Cultivation Base improved by leaps and bounds, and finally became the assassination of the Nine Nether Sect. star. 】

[Turning point in life: One day later, enter the gate of the secret realm, inherit the secret law of the Demon Sect, assassinate the disciples of Tianyilou, seize the treasure, and escape smoothly. 】

After reading all of Leng Jiu's information, Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows.

This Leng Jiu, on the surface, seems to be a disciple of the eighth-rank Cultivation Base, but in fact he was once a master of the seventh-rank.

The Realm was dropped because of a mission failure. Although the rank is eighth, its strength is far superior to that of ordinary eighth-rank disciples of Returned to Origin.

What's more, this guy is an Assassin!

Let him play, the goal of Nine Nether's door must be himself.

So when he makes a move, he must aim to kill himself without any hesitation.

The only way at the moment is to kill him with a faster speed and stronger force before he makes a move, without giving him any chance.

Moreover, if this guy is allowed to leave the ring safely and enter the secret realm, all the disciples of Tianyilou will fall into his cruel hands.

At least from the information obtained so far, in the secret realm, Tianyilou can still be regarded as a helper of Aurora Sect.

The people from the four major forces did not intend to keep the people from Tianyilou.

The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend, and there is nothing wrong with getting a friend first.

With a flash of thought, Leng Jiu had already stepped onto the ring, only glanced at Jiang Yu, and then lowered his head.

Assassin is like this, always hiding in the shadows, like a poisonous snake, just looking for a one-hit kill.

Taking a deep breath, he secretly operated the mental method of "The Arctic Emperor's Sutra", and operated the Spirit Power to the extreme.

"Brother Leng, please enlighten me!"

"please!"

The moment Leng Jiu's voice fell, Jiang Yu's aura suddenly exploded, and a spirit power burst out of his body like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

A black light surged above the black iron epee, instantly covering the entire arena.

Huge prestige and pressure are like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. Before one piece is released, the space around Leng Jiu has already been compressed to the extreme.

Seeing this situation, Leng Jiu suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Yu, with a cold light in his eyes.

He didn't know how Jiang Yu found out, but he knew that if he didn't act instantly and hesitated a little, he wouldn't have any more chances.

"prick!"

A low voice came out of his throat, and then his figure suddenly became blurred, and his whole body seemed to be transparent.

Then, a shadow flashed, and his whole body seemed to be condensed into a little black light, which shot towards Jiang Yu with a chirp.

"Huh, the epee has no front, it can break through a thousand junctures, the mountain roars and the sea tsunami, there is no limit!"

Gently let out a breath, Jiang Yu recited a deep formula, and in an instant, all the power gathered on the black iron epee.

Tap out, micro-pat!

There was no violent sound, nor any terrifying power, not even a little wind.

All the black light gathered in the Xuantian epee at once.