Just now, most people with low vision thought that the middle-grade divine armor helped Zheng Lin defend against the attack of the sword. Now Zheng Lin held the mid-grade divine weapon-level sword tightly in his hand, and at the same time felt a wave of heart palpitations.
Such physical quality is not uncommon, but it is too frightening for a late-stage spiritual god monk to have such physical quality.
The same goes for the mid-level True God monk who was on the battlefield. There was clearly a look of surprise in his eyes, and he even completely forgot that his opponent was right in front of him for a brief moment, and the battle was still going on.
Zheng Lin didn't want to be too exposed, but if he wanted to defeat this mid-level true god monk, although there were many ways, such as releasing infinite clones, such as the chant of the devil, such as the demon-suppressing tower... But once these were exposed, it would definitely be more important than exposing the quality of his own body.
It's amazing, but it's a helpless move to choose to challenge it with your body.
Zheng Lin was not as surprised as others. His big hand suddenly exerted force and snatched away the opponent's middle-grade divine sword. Under Zheng Lin's pull, the monk naturally came towards Zheng Lin.
, but the big foot that was wrapped in a space was kicked out and hit the colorful aperture again.
When the monk fell down again, Zheng Lin was already at his side, and his middle-grade sword was already placed on his neck.
The enemy put his own weapon on his neck. What an ironic scene. A dignified middle-stage true god monk was so completely defeated by a late-stage spiritual god monk. If he knew that his opponent still had many ways to solve it
I don't know how I would feel.
The mid-stage True God monks can also create a space, but they have already lost after just two fights.
His weapon was taken from him within two moves. Even if he had some space to use as a follow-up move, how could his opponent not have any means to save his life?
Zheng Lin did not kill him, but simply asked: "Who sent you here?"
Since the monk had the knife on his neck, he was somewhat afraid that Zheng Lin would kill him. After hearing this question, he couldn't help but turn his head away, glanced at the beautiful woman on the high platform in the distance, and quickly turned around.
However, the monk's action could not escape Zheng Lin's eyes, and Zheng Lin understood a little bit.
At this time, the beautiful woman was looking at the field slightly nervously.
Zheng Lin smiled slightly, grabbed the mid-level true god monk, and then a large amount of high-level divine power surged out of his palm, and he suddenly slapped the monk.
Sure enough, Zheng Lin's actions immediately made the woman unable to sit still. She actually teleported directly to Zheng Lin through the colorful aperture, and her delicate jade hand even held Zheng Lin's wrist.
"You've already won, why are you still ruthless?" The woman's beautiful eyes were wide-eyed, and there were a few wrinkles on her nose like mutton-fat jade. Because she was so close, her slightly hurried words were
The scent of orchids is intoxicating.
Zheng Lin originally had no intention of killing the true god, just to lure the snake out of its hole. Now that his goal was achieved, he naturally threw the monk aside. The monk first bowed to the woman apologetically, and after the woman snorted angrily, he
He left the arena in fear.
"What? No killing is allowed here?" Zheng Lin asked back with a slight smile. But he could also see that this woman's cultivation had probably reached an unfathomable level, at least Zheng Lin couldn't tell.
"Uh..." The woman was stunned by Zheng Lin's question. Since this is a gladiatorial arena, killing is naturally allowed, and just before Zheng Lin came on stage, he saw someone being killed here.
"Tell me, what do you want to do by forcing me here?" Zheng Lin asked bluntly.
"Ah? I didn't force you. Didn't you come on your own?" The woman tilted her head as if she didn't know anything. However, the immature look on her face that pretended to be confused could not deceive Zheng.
Forest.
Zheng Lin didn't ask, but was secretly depressed about why he was targeted by such a powerful woman.
Since he didn't admit it and his strength was terrifying, Zheng Lin had no choice but to accept it and slowly left the arena.
But before he walked a few streets, the trouble Zheng Lin expected came again. This time it was a young monk with a stern expression. This young monk's long hair was messy and fell on his face. It was not too long, and there were also
A few strands of white hair made him look a bit cool. Moreover, he was holding an unsheathed long sword, looking like an aloof swordsman.
However, this seemingly young monk does have the strength of an early god, and the divine sword in his arms does not seem to be an ordinary thing. Not only did he block Zheng Lin's way, he also refused to refuse Zheng Lin's duel.
He ignored this almost unreasonable request and was about to leave immediately. He didn't believe that this guy dared to attack him in the city.
But things often have exceptions. Before Zheng Lin took two steps, the monk's unsheathed long sword was already lying in front of Zheng Lin. He said coldly: "It's the same here!"
Obviously, this guy shouldn't be afraid of taking action in the city, and no one came out to stop him at this time.
Zheng Lin looked around, but saw that the woman was in a restaurant not far away, sticking her head out of the window, looking at this place, and she still had a smug look on her face. When she saw Zheng Lin's eyes sweeping over
Even when doing so, he didn’t shy away from it.
Zheng Lin was even more certain that the woman was having trouble with him. With her cultivation, she must have an extraordinary status, and she was indeed capable of recruiting so many people to deal with him.
"Okay, let's go to the arena." Zheng Lin seemed really angry this time.
Returning to the arena again, Zheng Lin couldn't help but snort when he saw the beautiful woman still sitting and watching on the high platform in the distance.
This time the opponent is not a true god, but a real early-stage cultivator of the gods. Zheng Lin must do his best.
The monk didn't say anything more. After Zheng Lin stood firm, his unsheathed long sword had already been struck. The strange thing was that not only was the long sword not unsheathed, but there was no energy fluctuation in the body. It should be just
Relying on the toughness of his body to attack Zheng Lin. This is contempt for Zheng Lin, and it is also the young monk's confidence in his own strength.
Zheng Lin saw that the long sword was a high-grade artifact, so he didn't dare to catch it with his hands, so he blocked it with a colorful magic stick.
But how can the Seven-Colored Divine Stick be an opponent of a high-grade divine weapon? The high-grade Divine Sword, which seemed to have no energy fluctuations, directly deflected the Seven-Colored Divine Stick and continued to move forward without losing any force. The target was Zheng Lin's heart.
Zheng Lin had no choice but to take a shot of the space in his hand.
The high-grade divine sword deflected and slipped under Zheng Lin's armpit, but the young monk's palm was also covered with unknown levels of alien space. There was no surprise. Zheng Lin's speed at the god stage was not comparable to Zheng Lin's.
Even though Lin could clearly see the trajectory with his spiritual consciousness, he could only watch helplessly as the palm hit his chest.
Zheng Lin was shot and flew away, and a palm print appeared on the middle-grade divine armor on his body.
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