Seeing the solemn-looking Abyss fighting wildly, Wang Mang did not intend to reveal too much of his strength.

Immediately, Wang Mang began to display his immortal body, and for a moment he felt that his physical realm had risen to a heavenly level.

Wang Mang clenched his fists and felt the power coming from his body. Without hesitation, Wang Mang punched his fist and rushed towards the abyss.

Seeing Wang Mang attacking with a fist, Abyss Fighting Madly did not dare to be careless. He quickly used his power to strengthen his body and punched him.

The two fists collided, and two powerful forces suddenly collided.

Streams of air swept around the two people.

Wang Mang was very surprised when he felt the huge force coming from his fist.

In his opinion, even though he only used 70% of his power, his strength was not comparable to that of a little ant from the third level of the Immortal Realm.

Little did he know that the violent battle in the abyss that was opposite was even more shocking!

You must know that the power of his cultivation has a great impact on the physical body.

Originally, he was a little lucky when he saw Wang Mang coming with a fist.

What he didn't expect was that Wang Mang's power could actually rival him and even vaguely suppress him!

This made Abyss Kuangzhan, who was very confident in his physical strength, feel frustrated!

Wang Mang didn't pay so much attention, but secretly began to exert force.

As Wang Mang's strength increased, the Abyss Crazy Battle was overwhelmed and was repulsed.

At this time, Abyss Kuangzhan's eyes were full of dullness.

The power he was so proud of actually fell into a disadvantage when facing Wang Mang.

Looking at the mad battle in the abyss, which seemed to have lost its soul, Wang Mang was a little confused, what is this guy like?

This scene also caused everyone in the audience to talk about it:

"What's wrong with this guy on field seven?"

"Could it be said that the person fighting with him has magical powers like a divine soul!"

"It's possible!"

"That guy seems to be the young patriarch of the eight tribes."

"Look at the man holding the bloody sword!"

…………

At this time, Abyss Temple, which was one against six on the seventh field, gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although these six people only have the strength of around the second level of the Immortal Realm.

But it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.

Facing the six people's continuous attacks, Abyss Temple was somewhat overwhelmed.

Afterwards, Abyss Temple, who felt a little tired, began to try his best.

Suddenly, the blood energy around them began to slowly condense.

Because the original killing sword was shattered by Wang Mang, the weapon in his hand now is a seventh-level mid-grade long sword.

Looking at Abyss Temple, whose body was full of blood and energy, like a Shura, the six people fighting with him suddenly shrank their pupils and cold sweat broke out from their foreheads.

The current Abyssal Temple brings them a great sense of oppression, both in terms of its momentum and appearance.

Along with the surrounding blood energy, it all contracts and condenses on the long sword.

For a moment, countless wailing sounds could be faintly heard from the arena.

This vision made the six people around them retreat.

"I'm not afraid of anyone!"

One of them yelled bravely, then used the power of the avenue and ran towards the Abyss Temple.

It was as if these words brought some courage to the five people who were stunned.

The power of the great avenue also emerged from these people's bodies, and they attacked towards the Abyss Temple together.

Seeing the six people attacking, Abyss Temple smiled disdainfully and slashed out several blood-red sword lights in succession.

The next moment, these people were about to be hit by the sword light from the Abyss Temple.

For a moment, these six people quickly used their magical powers to resist the sword light.

Suddenly, there were bursts of roars in the arena.

At the same time, their rush to the Abyss Temple was also stopped.

Seeing that his attack was blocked, Abyss Temple continued to increase the output of the Avenue of Swords.

During the attack on Abyss Temple, Wang Mang's battle situation became much more harmonious.

At this time, the mad battle in the abyss seemed to have lost its soul, and he kept chanting:

"How can it be?"

"This is impossible……"

Looking at the desperate fighting in the abyss, Wang Mang said calmly:

"Young ant, are you participating in the clan competition just to be in a daze?"

Hearing this, Abyss Kuangzhan came back to his senses and roared ferociously at Wang Mang:

"What do you know?"

"We are just stepping stones for you young patriarchs to show your strength!"

In the previous mad battle in the abyss, he could still comfort himself by thinking that those young patriarchs were just stronger than him in the power of the avenue and had better magical powers than him.

Previously, all the young clan leaders he met during the clan competition defeated him with his magical powers.

In his heart, he naively believed that he was incomparable physically, and even the young patriarchs did not dare to confront him head-on.

But now that he was defeated by Wang Mang in the field he was most proud of, he began to despair.

At this time, the mad battle in the abyss suddenly became quiet, and they stared straight at Wang Mang and said angrily:

"As long as I defeat you, my body will be the strongest!"

After saying that, the power in his body began to surge.

The mad battle in the abyss at this time was like an erupting volcano.

The domineering avenue of power surrounded him.

"Kill you!"

The next moment, the mad-looking Abyss Mad War attacked Wang Mang.

The ground shattered wherever he passed.

Then there was a flash of red light, and the Abyss Crazy Battle shot towards Wang Mang like a cannonball.

Watching this scene, Abyssal Bones, who was in the Patriarch's auditorium, frowned and said to the other Patriarch in displeasure:

"Is this the genius of your five tribes?"

"Have evil intentions!"

Hearing this, the fifth clan leader said with an indifferent expression:

"The genius of our five tribes, do you still need to teach me?"

"You should worry about the geniuses of your eight tribes!"

"In the abyss, the nine tribes are often at the bottom compared to the eight of you. Leave your preaching words to the genius of your eight tribes!"

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows provocatively towards Abyss.

Seeing this, Abyssal Bones couldn't wait to punch him in the old face.

Suppressing his anger and ignoring the five patriarchs, Abyssal Bones continued to watch the battle.

At this time, Wang Mang, who was in the No. 7 arena, watched the menacing abyss fighting wildly.

He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. This surge in strength was unreasonable.

In Wang Mang's perception of the Abyss Crazy War at this time, the strength of the Abyss Crazy War has reached close to the fourth level of the Immortal Realm.

Even if you come from Abyss Temple, you may not be able to defeat this guy.

With this thought, Wang Mang began to cast the Shadow of Dream Chasing.

For a moment, Wang Mang felt as light as a swallow.

The next moment, Wang Mang disappeared, leaving only afterimages.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound in the arena.
To be continued...