Zhou Chen looked serious and walked towards Elder Lu.
"etc."
Zhou Chen turned around and looked at Xing Wutian, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
Xing Wutian looked gloomy and said, "As you wish!"
It wasn't that he was afraid of Zhou Chen and would only get angry when he was forced to stand in a life-and-death situation, but that the rhythm was controlled by Zhou Chen and made him very unhappy.
"Um, Elder Lu, I still need to trouble you..." Zhou Chen smiled, looking innocent.
Elder Lu was completely speechless for Zhou Chen. Although the sect hoped that the disciples would stop fighting, Zhou Chen had been killing the potential disciples they were optimistic about, but it was hard to deny it with tens of thousands of disciples. Yesterday
He also said that he respects the disciples’ ideas and that Elder Lin will also have opinions.
So as long as this happens for the first time, it will happen countless times. At this time, Elder Lu is a little regretful of yesterday's decision.
Elder Lu once again helped Zhou Chen make a life and death gesture with a gloomy face.
Tens of thousands of disciples in the audience were completely stunned by Zhou Chen's operation? Why did he set up another life and death sign? Before the fight, he had already set up two life and death signs.
Is Zhou Chen giving up on himself or is he a murderous maniac? Taiyima can do it.
Zhou Lianyi and the three of them all held their foreheads and were really convinced by him.
Elder Lu raised the isolation formation in the ring again under Zhou Chen's hard work.
Xing Wutian and Zhou Chen stood on the ring, both looking at each other.
"Zhou Chen, you still have a chance now. As long as you take out the thing I want, I will give up and leave immediately."
Xing Wutian said it seriously this time, because he felt that Zhou Chen was bluffing and was now riding a tiger, so he was giving him a chance.
"Give me what I want, and I'll go down too." Zhou Chen waved his hand and grinned.
"What do you want from me?" Xing Wutian said.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Things that don't know how to live or die." Xing Wutian was completely offended by Zhou Chen, and a strong spiritual power of the ninth level of the Xiantian realm burst out from his body.
Zhou Chen did not dare to neglect, this time he did not hide his strength, and the momentum of the eighth level of Xiantian realm burst out.
"Is this what gives you the confidence to live and die? Is there any difference between the eight and seven levels? Are you still hiding it? Do you want to laugh to death?" Xing Wutian laughed angrily.
Zhou Chen is no longer talking too much. Yesterday's battle was a crushing victory, which made him feel that it was of no benefit to him at all. This time he planned to use Xing Wutian to test himself. If he knew Zhou Chen's thoughts, Xing Wutian didn't know what his expression would be.
Zhou Chen's spiritual power exploded, and the ring cracked under his feet. He suddenly rushed out and punched Xing Wutian with an unpretentious punch.
Xing Wutian did not hesitate, punching each other, and the two fists collided, a huge explosion broke out, and the spiritual power fluctuations formed circles of ripples and impacted all around.
The two sides were separated as soon as they touched. Xing Wutian's palms trembled slightly, his expression was solemn, and he thought in his heart: "How can the eighth level of Xiantian realm have such deep spiritual power, and how can the physical body be so hard? It was like hitting an iron plate just now."
Zhou Chen put his hands behind his back with a serious expression, pretending to cover up his injuries. In fact, he was fine. He had just exploded all his spiritual power, but in the moment of the duel, he withdrew 20% of his power.
He felt that the strength was enough, and he didn't want to reveal his strength so early. If he could blow Xing Wutian's palm with one punch, it would scare Zhao Wuji away.
The two people on the court seemed to be of equal strength. Zhou Chen continued to throw punches, but Xing Wutian did not hold back. The two sides had fought for hundreds of rounds. The more they fought, the more courageous they became. They fought hard with fists, and the blood of the people watching was boiling. Tens of thousands of people in the audience were excited.
The disciple shouted loudly, and Zhou Lianyi and the other three clenched their fists.
Both sides used common boxing skills that all outside disciples would learn, a middle-level yellow-level boxing called "Xuantong Boxing". Zhou Chen was already familiar with this boxing, and he had already mastered it. He could fight with ease. In fact, he didn't usually do it.
Other combat skills can be practiced.
Xing Wutian is not the case. Xuantong Quan is obviously not as skilled as Zhou Chen. After the two sides fought for a hundred rounds, Xing Wutian became more and more difficult and began to be suppressed by Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen fought faster and faster, and the more he fought, the more fierce he became.
Around the 300th round of the fight, Zhou Chen punched Xing Wutian in the chest. The powerful punch sent Xing Wutian flying dozens of feet away, leaving a deep mark on the ground.
"Cough! Cough!"
Xing Wutian knelt on one knee, coughing violently, blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth, frowning deeply, staring at Zhou Chen. At this moment, his emotions fluctuated violently, and he found that he was helpless towards Zhou Chen, and even at a disadvantage.
Zhou Chen looked at him with a relaxed look on his face, with a joking smile on his face. The hearty battle just now made him feel comfortable all over, and he seemed to be getting better at Xuantong Fist. He just wanted to make Xing Wutian unable to see his own strength.
This creates stress in the heart.
Xing Wutian stood up, and a low-grade Xuan-level sword appeared in his hand. The blade was silver-white and glowed with a faint silver light.
"You succeeded in irritating me." Xing Wutian glared at Zhou Chen and said.
"Oh? You think you are a swordsman when you hold a knife? Are you trying to scare me?" Zhou Chen said with disdain.
A cleaver suddenly appeared in Zhou Chen's hand. He smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have one too."
This horse-killing sword is a high-grade yellow-level sword. It was brought out from the Zhou family when Zhou Chen left Qingyang City. The Zhou family has declined seriously in recent years. The family's savings have been exhausted, and Zhou Chen does not want to add anything to the family.
burden.
Generally, Xuan-level knives cost several thousand lower-grade spiritual stones, which is a considerable expense for the current Zhou family. Huang-level high-grade knives are already the best knives in the Zhou family's warehouse.
The two of them stood with swords in their hands. Xing Wutian jumped up, with strong spiritual power blessing the sword blade, and suddenly slashed down, and a silver sword light slashed towards Zhou Chen.
"Earthshattering Slash!"
A silver sword light suddenly slashed towards Zhou Chen.
"Flame Blade!"
The sword in Zhou Chen's hand was filled with red flames, and it was majestic. When the sword was slashed forward, the red flames burst out.
Bang!
A huge noise erupted in the field, and a blood cloak appeared in the air.
ah!
The screams resounded through the martial arts field, and Xing Wutian's entire right arm was seen disappearing, blown to pieces from the root, and the minced meat at the incision was scorched black by the flames. He pressed the wound on his right arm that was blown apart, his face turned pale,
His lips were purple, sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he stared at Zhou Chen fiercely. His eyes were complex, filled with fear, unwillingness, and hatred, and he stepped back unconsciously.
Zhou Chen looked at him calmly and approached slowly, his eyes full of indifference. He had no mercy towards Xing Wutian.
Xing Wutian glared at Zhou Chen. Although he was frightened in his heart, his hatred for Zhou Chen was even deeper. He asked him to beg Zhou Chen for mercy. He would rather die.
At this moment, he still doesn't understand why he lost to Zhou Chen. It has been nearly a year since he broke through to the ninth level of the innate realm. His realm is stable and his spiritual power is strong. However, Zhou Chen was only at the fourth level of innate realm some time ago. Although he doesn't know why he suddenly became the eighth level.
But it's impossible to be stronger than him.
"Ah, Zhou Chen, I want you to die!" Xing Wutian was now disheveled, with blood hanging from his mouth. His right hand was empty, and he burst out the last spiritual power in his body and rushed towards Zhou Chen, punching out with his left hand.
Zhou Chen looked at this scene calmly, and swung the sword in his hand again, and a sharp sword light flashed through.
Xing Wutian's body that rushed forward was frozen there, his eyes were wide and lifeless, he looked at Zhou Chen in disbelief, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck.
"Ahem..."
Xing Wutian desperately pressed his neck with his only hand. Blood kept coming out of his neck. Even if he gave him ten pairs of hands, he couldn't hold it down.
After a few breaths, Xing Wutian knelt down with his legs, unable to cover his neck anymore, and his head fell from the neck.