Zhang Lin saw that the other party seemed to be underestimating the enemy and was about to sneer, but he saw a little sword light flashing in front of his eyes and then disappeared in an instant.

He was stunned at first, then suddenly felt a little chilling between his eyebrows, and then he found that his eyes were getting farther and farther away.

The people around him all widened their eyes at this time. They saw that Zhang Lin had actually split into two halves from his eyebrows, and blood gushed out of his body, instantly dyeing the entire ground red.

As soon as Zhang Lin died, the huge real dragon head seemed to have lost its support power and shattered in the air like a bubble.

hiss!

Everyone took a breath of air at this moment. They stared at Jian Piaoling in a daze, with shock at first and then deep horror in their eyes.

Even Zhao Yuande couldn't help but frown slightly at this time. The sword flash just now was so fast that he almost couldn't catch the speed of the sword light, and it was basically infinitely close to teleportation!

Many people are thinking about a question at this moment, what should they do if they face this sword!

Jian Piaoling's body was light and turned around and left the martial arts field.

Two No. 2 please come on! The boy looked at the rest of the people.

I am Number Two! A bald man walked out, his expression a little solemn.

Me! The same person who walked out was a middle-aged man who looked about forties. He always held a long sheathed knife in his hand. The sheath was dark and shining with light, as if it was not an ordinary person.

The bald man finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the middle-aged man.

The two of them looked at each other and did not speak, but quickly walked into the martial arts field one after another.

Brother, I think you seem very nervous, otherwise you can just admit defeat. As long as you admit defeat, we don’t have to fight, and you don’t have to be nervous. I will advance if you survive. How great is this! The bald man looked at the other person and saw that the other person’s hand holding the knife seemed to be trembling, as if he was very nervous, and couldn’t help but smile and speak.

Have you finished speaking? The middle-aged man has no characteristics in his appearance, and his face belongs to the public. His hand holding the knife is indeed trembling, and he is shaking more and more.

After saying that! The bald man looked at the other party and suddenly felt a little strange. The Tao with the black sheath actually made a buzzing reputation at this time.

Then you can die!

The middle-aged man relaxed his hand, and the black knife with a sheath disappeared from his hand in an instant, and the next moment appeared in front of the bald man.

The bald man didn't expect that the other party would have such speed. He opened his mouth and roared, and the sound wave rushed out like thunder toward the black knife with a sheath.

The black knife with a scabbard was as flexible as a swimming fish. It flashed in the air and actually hid directly into the void. The next moment it appeared behind the bald man.

Zheng!

The bald man heard a sound of swords behind him, and his face changed greatly and quickly moved his body towards one side.

ah!

But it seemed too late, and half of the bald man's arm flew up directly.

I admit defeat!

The man felt a chill in his heart, and he decisively shouted out the word "saying for loss".

However, even though he shouted the word "saying defeat", he did not raise his sword again. The bald man's head flew high and blood spurted out of his neck.

return!

The middle-aged man shouted lightly, and the black knife with a scabbard had returned to his hands the next moment.

I was not nervous, but I was too excited, trembling with excitement! The middle-aged man looked at the bald man's corpse. Although his voice was very light, he felt a faint excitement, and his face could not help but reveal his mineral state. This time I would challenge everyone and make everyone the souls under my magic sword!

abnormal!

At this time, almost everyone had such a word in their minds.

Zhao Yuande looked at the black knife with a scabbard. He felt that there was a strong sense of autonomy in the black knife, as if the black knife was the real master, and the middle-aged man seemed to be just a carrier that was irrelevant.

Although many people think the Black Sword is terrifying, it is not as shocking as Jian Piaoling, so they think this game is not exciting at all.

The fate is over! The draw of the third person continues! The little boy glanced at the middle-aged man and couldn't help frowning.

Don’t worry, this is just a demon servant. Any one of the five people should be able to defeat him! The old man’s voice sounded in the little boy’s ears.

The middle-aged man slowly walked out of the scene, and the black knife with a scabbard in his hand was still trembling, as if he had just tasted the taste of blood and was particularly excited.

I am Number 3! A graceful and luxurious middle-aged woman slowly took steps and walked towards the martial arts field.

The other person didn't say anything, but just stood up silently and walked towards the martial arts venue. It turned out to be Zhang Fan.

The middle-aged beautiful woman didn't hear anyone talking, and turned around and looked at her curiously, but saw Zhang Fan's somewhat muscular face.

You middle-aged beautiful woman frowned gently, and she stopped and looked at Zhang Fan who was walking towards her and asked, "You won't kill me later!"

The sword has no eyes, I can't guarantee that you can live! Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, telling the truth.

OK! I'd better give in in advance! The middle-aged beautiful woman thought about it, but sighed gently, turned around and walked towards the ninety-eight people!

Why did you admit defeat? Why didn’t you choose to give up before? Someone asked.

I thought I could fight and see the geniuses of the heavens and all worlds! I still have some confidence in facing other people, but I was not sure about facing Zhang Fan, so I could only admit defeat! The middle-aged beautiful woman said lightly and had an attitude of not being surprised by favors and disgraces.

The little boy glanced at Zhang Fan, nodded slightly to him, and then continued to announce: Two No. 4s will play!

The fourth one was playing two young men named Feng Buzheng and the other was Zu Ming. They were not the focus of the battle, so people did not pay special attention to their battle at first, but when the battle was together, everyone's attention was immediately focused.

The battle between the two was so exciting that the combat power between the two was almost the same, and they fought for a day and a night.

They are all peerless geniuses in the big realm, with more than one set of martial arts, and their fighting skills are all unique. The killer moves that often pop up during the battle make people praise each other from time to time.

At the end of the battle, both of them were exhausted, and in the end they were both exhausted.

The two of them were not acquaintance without fighting, and they actually lay in the middle of the martial arts court and made friends.

The little boy waved his hand, and a few people who gave up rushed up and carried the two of them down consciously.

In the fourth game, the two men tied, but they lost their qualifications together. What do you think? The boy looked at the two men who were lifting them down.

We agree!

Absolutely agree! Hey, brother put the two of us together, I have a lot to say to Brother Feng!

No. 5! The little boy looked at the rest.
Chapter completed!