Chapter eight hundred and ninety-ninth difficult battle
"No..."
The demon mink screamed miserably, and flew backwards, just in time to collide with the crack in space.
Silently, the huge body split into two halves.
Gradually, the two halves of the bloody body gradually shrank and turned into human-shaped shredded corpses.
A domain king of the Ministry of War fell on the gladiatorial stage, leaving only a head and a pair of combat boots.
Everyone took a breath of cold air and stared at Zhang Ruochen standing above in shock. Is he really only a first-order semi-saint?
"His strength is so powerful." Wang Jie's expression became quite gloomy.
"You don't use Qianwen's destructive power, but you are still so strong?"
Wan Zhiyi's brows furrowed, and he was a little surprised. After all, with his talent and opportunities, when he was a first-order semi-saint, he was much worse than Zhang Ruochen now.
If one day he breaks through to the Holy Realm, Zhang Ruochen's popularity will surely surpass all the heroes in the world.
But, will Zhang Ruochen ever have that day?
"Wow——"
Wang Pu's holy soul flew out from between his eyebrows and rushed out of the arena.
However, Zhang Ruochen took action first and used the Ruyi Treasure Vase to put the holy soul into the bottle.
Below, Feng Qin yelled, "Zhang Ruochen, you are too ruthless. Not only did you kill the Diao Demon King, but you didn't even let his holy soul go?"
Zhang Ruochen held the wish-fulfilling vase in his hand and said calmly: "I have said before that if anyone steps on the arena today, it will be a dead end. You'd better think clearly before getting on."
"If you die in the hands of this king, I will definitely send your holy soul to the Heavenly Prison of Annihilation, where you will suffer one hundred and eight kinds of torture and will never be reincarnated." Feng Qin's eyes surged.
If you get dense bloodshot eyes, you have to get on the gladiator stage and fight Zhang Ruochen.
Wan Zhiyi gave a reminder and said: "Zhang Ruochen's power is equivalent to that of a monk in the early stage of a sixth-order semi-saint, but he can mobilize the power of space, change directions, tear apart space..., etc.,
A method that makes people hard to guard against.”
"When fighting him, it's best to be careful and pay attention to the fluctuations in the surrounding space. Don't be like Wang Pu and capsize in the gutter."
"clear."
Feng Qiao responded, then signed a life and death contract, stepped on the ground, and rushed to the arena.
This time, no one competed with Fengqiao.
After all, everyone clearly saw that Zhang Ruochen was definitely a ruthless character in the battle just now, and not everyone could control him.
Feng Qiao's body emitted a powerful crimson holy light, like a cloud of flames, flying down above Zhang Ruochen's head.
Immediately afterwards, a red fist mark suddenly hit Zhang Ruochen's head.
The boxing technique used by Fengqin is called the Hundred Battles Bull Demon Fist. It has one hundred moves in total. It is an extremely domineering stunt. Compared with the holy technique, it is only a step away.
"Jade King God of War."
A punch was punched out, making an ear-splitting sound.
Fortunately, soundproof formations were arranged on all four sides of the gladiatorial platform. Otherwise, just the sound of punches and explosions could shatter the eardrums of the monks of the Ancient Suppressing Clan.
You must know that Wang Pu has just broken through to the sixth level of semi-saint, and is already a very difficult character to deal with. Zhang Ruochen was forced to use a space rift to kill him.
Feng Qin is even more powerful, reaching the pinnacle of sixth-level semi-saint cultivation.
At the same level as the sixth-level semi-saint, Feng Qin only needed ten moves at most to defeat Wang Pu.
Zhang Ruochen naturally did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he summoned the ancient Shen Yuan sword, mobilized the holy energy and sword intention, and made the ancient sword of Shen Yuan emit a black brilliance several feet long, and swung it upward.
Unable to use the Qianwen Destructive Power, it is obvious that Zhang Ruochen can exert his most powerful combat power by using the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword.
"Wow!"
A sword light flew out.
It seems to be a simple sword, but it incorporates part of the mystery of Sword Three, using a subtle angle to dissolve Feng Qin's punch.
Feng Qin is a king of hundreds of battles. Every move is smooth and flowing, opening and closing, and he immediately gathers his whole body's strength to deliver a second punch.
"Hui Ma is in troubled times."
Dozens of black demonic cow phantoms appeared around the red fist, attacking Zhang Ruochen again.
The tyrannical fist power enveloped the entire arena, and Zhang Ruochen was not allowed to escape at all.
Obviously, Feng Qiao was suppressing Zhang Ruochen with speed and strength, making it impossible for Zhang Ruochen to exert his space power.
Zhang Ruochen blocked the sword with his sword, and thousands of dense sword energy flew out from the sword body, condensing into a semicircular sword array.
With a "bang" sound, the fist seal shattered the sword formation, sending Zhang Ruochen flying backwards.
Zhang Ruochen had already released the space domain, so he quickly dispelled his fist strength.
However, before he could fall back to the ground, Feng Qiao's third punch had already struck in front of him, bombarding him like a red meteorite.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's face was also reflected in red.
"Five Elements Dharma."? Zhang Ruochen's body emitted five-color brilliance, shattering all the phantoms of the demonic cows around him.
At the same time, the sword light flashed.
The tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword collided with Feng Qiao's fist, making a loud noise, like two steel magic mountains colliding.
Feng Qin wore a pair of holy weapon-level gloves on his hands. Even though he collided with Shen Yuan's ancient sword, he was not injured.
However, that glove was cracked with cracks and was considered scrapped.
"Even a thousand-patterned sacred weapon cannot be so sharp."
Feng Qin stared at the ancient Shen Yuan sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand, with a taboo look in his eyes, not daring to touch the sword head-on again.
The sword that cannot be blocked by a holy weapon, and the body of a semi-saint are even more unable to block it.
After a head-on collision with the wind bird, Zhang Ruochen actually didn't have a good time either. He flew out directly and hit the formation light wall at the edge of the gladiatorial platform with a bang, denting the light wall slightly.
Falling to the ground again, a stream of blood flowed from Zhang Ruochen's right arm, flowing along the fingers and into the sword body.
In the confrontation just now, Zhang Ruochen had a strong physique, so he survived with only minor injuries.
If that were the case, if it were another first-level half-saint who had received Feng Qiao's punch, he would have been completely wiped out.
"Wow."
Shen Yuan's ancient sword absorbed Zhang Ruochen's blood into the sword body, and unexpectedly, it emitted circles of faint red brilliance.
This is……
Zhang Ruochen also noticed the changes in Shen Yuan's ancient sword and was overjoyed. This was a sign that Shen Yuan's ancient sword was about to be promoted to a thousand-marked sacred weapon.
Once promoted, the sword spirit of Shen Yuan Ancient Sword will awaken.
Not only will the sword be sharper, but the sword spirit can also assist Zhang Ruochen, making Zhang Ruochen's sword moves more perfect and more powerful.
What's more, in the previous life, the sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was Zhang Ruochen's best friend.
Now, the sword spirit is about to awaken, how could Zhang Ruochen be unhappy? Zhang Ruochen rolled up his sleeves, rolled up all four of Wang Pu's hundred-patterned holy weapon-level blood blades, and flew towards Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword has spirituality, and he immediately began to refine the four blood blades. He also wanted to reach the level of the Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact as soon as possible to help Zhang Ruochen cope with the upcoming battle.
"It can actually refine other holy weapons." Feng Qin stared at Shen Yuan's ancient sword and felt even more surprised. The black holy sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand can destroy a hundred-marked holy weapon with one blow, which is already very weird.
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It can be said to be the nemesis of all holy weapons.
If so, wouldn't it become sharper if it were allowed to refine four bloody blades?
"Breaking the killing order." Feng Qin took out an iron order and poured the holy energy into it.
The killing order turned into a huge black monument more than ten feet high, exuding a domineering aura of the Holy Emperor, and bombarded Zhang Ruochen at the edge of the arena.
"Collect it for me."
Zhang Ruochen knocked out the Ruyi Aquarius, hoping to use the power of the aquarium to put the Killing Order in.
However, the killing order was very overbearing, and a mark of the Queen appeared, directly knocking the Ruyi Aquarius away.
Although Ruyi Baoping failed to collect the Killing Order, Zhang Ruochen took this opportunity to activate the Luanfeng Divine Seal to rush out and avoid the Killing Order's attack.
"Boom."
The power of the killing order hit the edge of the fighting platform, causing the suspended fighting platform to shake suddenly, as if it was about to fall to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen's speed is very fast, surpassing that of a seventh-level half-saint.
However, Feng Qiao, who has mastered the rules of the wind channel, is also extremely fast. It can be said that he is on par with Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen had just rushed out, but Feng Qiao had already calculated the trajectory of Zhang Ruochen's dodge in advance and fired the second blow, preparing to strike first.
"Every one of the kings of the Ministry of War is a person who has experienced hundreds of battles. They have experienced many life and death tests. They are really difficult to deal with." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
The power of the killing order shrouded the entire arena, and Zhang Ruochen could not avoid it at all.
The scope of the arena is too small, which is quite disadvantageous for Zhang Ruochen.
Forced as a last resort, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to steady his body, his hands emitted five-colored brilliance, and at the same time he pressed forward and had a head-on collision with the Killing Order.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen flew out again and hit the formation light curtain at the edge of the arena.
This time, the collision was more violent. The spine on the back seemed to be broken, and the whole body became numb, as if it did not belong to him.
"puff."
Zhang Ruochen fell back to the arena. As soon as he stood up, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Gradually, a sharp pain surged from all parts of his body.
His vision was dark, and he was shaky, as if he was about to fall to the ground.
Seeing this scene, a large cheer sounded from below the arena.
"I thought that how long Zhang Ruochen could hold on, he could only block a few moves in front of Feng Qin."
"This lackey of the undead vampire clan is finally going to be killed. It's really satisfying. Haha."
"Kill Zhang Ruochen and cut him into pieces."
"If you want to sneak into the ancient clan of Zhenjing and secretly do things for the undead vampires, you should end up like this." Wang Jie narrowed his eyes and smiled, and then looked in the direction of Shi Ren.
Shi Ren's fists were clenched together and he wanted to rush to the arena, but he was stopped by a group of elders from the Shi family.
Li Min's teeth were biting her lips tightly, and her clear eyes were filled with tears. She couldn't bear to watch Zhang Ruochen die on the arena.
Because she firmly believed that Zhang Ruochen could never be a bad person, let alone collude with the undead vampires. He should have risen strongly and become the most eye-catching great sage, and this should not have ended like this.