This arena is very wide and almost covers the entire square.

Jun Qianxi's figure was speeding on the ring, and his speed was higher than that of the ordinary fifth-level, but in the eyes of the ninth-level intermediate level, it was basically no different from that of ordinary people walking.

The man followed slowly, gathered spiritual power in his hand and slapped her behind.

Jun Qianxi dodged to the side in a mess.

"Escape, can you escape? Unless you jump out of the ring!" the person behind him said coldly.

If she didn't have the Soul Lock, she wouldn't be from his Rakshasa Island. In this case, you don't have to show mercy. Just keep her for a breath.

There was a flash of cunning in Jun Qianxi's eyes. She especially liked such enemies. She always liked to tease the weak, teased and capsized in the gutter.

She felt a coldness in her right shoulder, and she quickly dodged to the left, avoiding his attack again.

On the other side, Jun Wumian surging spiritual power from his hand and slapped one of the people on the forehead, and rushed up like a small soldier who had been huddled for a long time.

It raised its foot and stomped the man's head. It flipped through the pile of flesh and blood for a long time but couldn't find the beads as big as rice. It seemed that it was shocked by the powerful spiritual power. It felt so distressed!

"That lovely friend, you must not shoot the sky spirit cap for killing people, a cute soul!"

Jun Wumian ignored it and his eyes fell on the figure running around the ring. Is this the way she dragged the other party?

He clenched his fists and looked at the person beside him and said, "Your Highness Ming, do you have the heart to see your woman running away in such a mess?"

Duanmu Ming raised his sleeves, and his slender fingers suddenly pierced the other party's spiritual shield. He exerted force on his fingers.

With a crisp crack, another ninth-level master broke into his hands.

His spiritual power flowed in his hand, as if he wanted to burn the stolen goods.

"Brother Wumian, haven't you seen Xier having fun?"

Play?

Jun Wumian carefully observed the two people chasing each other. Every time Jun Qianxi narrowly avoided the other party's attack, he really didn't see where he seemed to be playing.

Jun Qianxi's escape speed became slower and slower, and even his breath became unstable, while the people behind him were leisurely taking action according to the original frequency.

Suddenly, she staggered a little. Seeing this opportunity, the other party suddenly approached her, with his three-point force in his hand, and slapped her back.

At the same time, Jun Qianxi moved. The cold and yin energy condensed in her hand. She turned around and palmed him without hesitation. The cold and yin energy was injected into the other party's body, causing his spiritual power to stagnate for a moment.

A flash of light flashed, and the bee teeth stinged on the back of his hand.

Jun Qianxi rolled away, and the place where she was originally staying was shot in a shallow pit by the other party's remaining force.

"What?" The man looked at the abrupt black patterns on the back of his hand and his face turned gloomy.

His spiritual power was searching in his body for a long time, but he found nothing unusual.

Jun Qianxi's forehead was sweating after escaping one after another, and his hair became scattered and mixed with raindrops stuck to her cheeks.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He is worthy of being a ninth-level intermediate master. The other party just used three levels of strength to face her with all her strength, but the spiritual power in her body kept rolling and her tendons were also damaged.

However, she made a profit by getting a bee tooth attack.

She stared at the traces on the back of the other person's hands, rushing up with a little toe.
Chapter completed!