After this, the empire's rule here will be more stable and unshakable, and Yukiori can also capture the opponent she wants.
Su Junbao used the name of Mo Yue Sect to kill Murong Qiudi and a dozen other Taige City villains. It indeed brought a lot of psychological pressure to the geniuses of Nanhua Mansion and made them scruple about fighting. But some people were not like him.
Thinking this way, they thought that if they could use this opportunity to make great contributions to the Central Empire and please Tuoba Hankong, their future would be limitless.
The worse the situation is, the greater the chance for them to perform, and Zhang Ling is one of these people!
It is impossible to say that he is not afraid of the Demon Moon Sect, but he is more eager to make meritorious deeds, so he is the first to come to power, and his methods are extremely cruel. He knows how to express himself and please his master.
"Whoever comes next, I told you, if you come up and kowtow three times, I will spare his life, otherwise he will die!" Zhang Ling continued to shout.
The competition must continue!
Xin Peng is dead. The body has just been carried down. There are still seventy-nine contestants left. Looking at the stage, many of the warriors who failed to be shortlisted today actually feel a little lucky. Fortunately, they lost, otherwise today
The confrontation will not be a competition, but a killing!
"Boy, what are you proud of!"
After a moment of silence, a man stood up. He was a big, bald man, Guanglie, the warrior from the He Dan Kingdom who had defeated Qian Yi. He held a battle ax in his hand and leapt onto the battlefield.
"You are just relying on the support of the Central Empire. What's the big deal? We in the Northern Wilderness are not cowards. We are silent not because we are afraid of you, but because we know that we cannot attack stones with eggs. For the sake of more family members, if we only talk about martial arts, even if you
No matter how strong you are, who can you scare? My uncle Guanglie, I will come to meet you!" Guanglie said after taking the stage.
"Oh? Really? Let's just talk about martial arts now and see if I can beat you into submission. The roar of a weakling is worthless!" Zhang Ling said coldly and disdainfully.
"Then prepare to die!"
Following these words, Guanglie roared angrily and jumped into the air, the huge battle ax in his hand instantly filled with demonic energy.
When fighting against Qian Er, Guanglie adopted a defensive and attrition tactic, which seemed very relaxed from beginning to end. But this time he took the initiative to attack, and I am afraid this is the embodiment of his true attack power.
"Landslide!"
At this time, Guang Lie mobilized all his strength, and his whole body was filled with blood-red demonic energy, like an ancient barbarian god descending on the earth.
He knew that he had three opportunities to attack, and each one could not be missed easily.
A blood-red shadow of an ax struck Zhang Ling on the head.
Guanglie knew that Zhang Ling had extremely good eyesight and extremely fast movement. Xin Peng's swordsmanship, which was famous for its nimbleness, could not hit the opponent, let alone his slightly bulky battle ax.
But Guanglie also knew that no matter how the opponent changed, only the feet under his feet could not move. His ax hit the head, and the opponent could only block it. If he dodged, even if the head could dodge, the feet would not move.
You will definitely be cut off, but if the opponent moves, you lose.
And if the opponent chooses to fight hard, Guanglie is good at brute strength, which is his only advantage.
This man looks tall and rough, but he has a very clever head.
Facing the bloody axe, Zhang Ling only sneered. The opponent was indeed a powerful opponent, but it was still far from enough to deal with him with such tricks.
Zhang Ling muttered silently.
"The moon moves and the stars move!"
The sword drew an arc in his hand. When it was about to reach the top of his head, he stretched out his other hand to hold the sword flat. At this time, the sword just happened to catch the shadow of the chopped axe.
"Boom!"
The two sides exchanged moves. Guanglie felt that they were evenly matched in terms of strength. He might be better than him, but the shadow of the ax he struck was thrown aside by the opponent in a strange way. Guanglie was very skilled in martial arts.
Not low, he knew the wonder of this kind of skill, but he just couldn't control the strength in his hands.
"Bang!"
Guanglie, who was struck from the air, was staggered sideways by Zhang Ling's strength, and the tomahawk in his hand struck the platform with a recalcitrant strike. Sparks shot out and made a muffled sound.
"Be careful, warrior!"
Zhang Ling stood there and said mockingly, his feet not moving at all.
"snort!"
Guang Lie, who staggered out for two steps, stabilized his figure, snorted coldly, and turned the giant ax in his hand.
"Crossover!"
With lightning speed, he attacked Zhang Ling again, dragging an arc in the air with his ax and slashing horizontally towards Zhang Ling's waist, as if he wanted to cut him off.
"wishful thinking!"
Zhang Ling sneered again, straightened his sword, pointed it downwards, and held the sword flat with his left hand. It looked like he was going to stand still and receive the all-out ax from the powerful Wu Lie.
"I'll let you know the gap between us! Whether it's skill or strength!" Zhang Ling said.
"Bang!"
The huge ax blade and the sword body collided together, causing fierce friction and causing sparks, but they could not make any further cuts.
Zhang Jun caught the ax steadily, and even in a strength contest, he was not inferior to his opponent at all.
After two axes passed, whether it was a horizontal or vertical slash, Wu Lie could not make Zhang Ling move even half an inch, and he only had the last move left.
This time, Guanglie didn't rush to attack. He held the ax in one hand, with the ax blade pointing down against the ground, breathing heavily.
It seemed that he only struck two axes, but he used all his strength.
"You forced me to do this!" Guanglie said looking at the other party.
"Oh? If you have any other tricks, just use them!" Zhang Ling still said mockingly.
"snort!"
Guanglie stopped talking, as if he had made up his mind. He suddenly turned around and used the ax blade to cut two bloody wounds on his strong chest.
Guanglie's sudden act of self-mutilation made Zhang Ling slightly widen his eyes. It wasn't that he thought the other party could bring him any threat, but that he found it interesting.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Zhang Ling said.
"That person... what did he want to do? Why did he suddenly cut himself?"
Li Ya on the shore also said blankly. This is probably the question that most people think of.
As a good sister, Hua Wanzi glanced at her and couldn't answer it herself. They were from the countryside and their level of exposure to martial arts was not high, but some of them knew it.
"What he should be using is some kind of secret technique that can temporarily enhance the strength of a warrior!" Prime Minister Mo Gu said.
"oh?"
Both of them looked at each other. The prime minister cultivated spiritual power, but his knowledge of martial arts was extremely broad, even far beyond that of many martial arts practitioners.
Mo Gu also looked at the other party and said: "The Wu family has always been the general's palace of He Danguo. It is rumored that there are eighteen axes of the blood god passed down from family. It is also said that there is a method that burns one's own blood and vitality to temporarily increase the attack power.
The secret technique, I guess he is using this secret technique now.
"Since there is such a secret technique, why didn't he use it from the beginning?" Li Ya asked in confusion.