The sword shadows were densely covered, and the sharp sword energy quietly condensed from his fingertips.
What he was performing was the Demon Sword Technique, but it was a Demon Sword Technique that had been improved by Luo Chen and was comparable to low-grade semi-immortal techniques.
The dark light flashed away, revealing its sharp edge.
The old man did not dodge or retreat, and did not even resist for a moment.
After receiving the sword forcefully, his sunken eye sockets involuntarily bulged outwards.
His chest heaved violently, and veins appeared on his forehead.
"Wow."
Blood spurted out and he staggered out.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
After retreating nearly a hundred meters, he fell to his knees and gasped loudly.
Suning couldn't bear it anymore and could hardly swing the second sword.
The old man said sadly: "Junior Brother Su, there is no need to pity me. This is my life. I can't blame you."
"If you don't kill me, if a practitioner stronger than me comes up, I will still be in doom."
"Like, if..."
He was out of breath and said intermittently: "If you really feel sorry for yourself, I, I have something to ask for."
Suning said softly: "Say."
The old man climbed up with difficulty, turned his head and looked to the north, and said reluctantly: "I come from the "Yu Family", a small secular family in the Xueqing Immortal Realm. In my lineage, there is a great-granddaughter who is very talented and is expected to survive the thunder tribulation and wash away the mortal body.
flesh."
"After my death, can you give her the fairy crystal resources I have accumulated over the years, as well as some low-grade fairy techniques that are not advanced?"
"The Yu family cannot live without masters from the True Fairyland."
Suning said seriously: "Okay."
With tears streaming down his face, the old man tremblingly took out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve.
"Junior Brother Su, thank you very much."
He bent his legs and knelt down with a bang.
The thin figure suddenly began to swell, and the magical power released was extremely violent.
Suning took the Qiankun bag and set up a defensive light shield without hesitation.
"boom."
The earth-shaking explosion sounded, and the old man simply chose to self-destruct.
Together with his spirit, they all disappeared into this world that was not even heaven and earth.
"In Arena No. 85, Suning, a disciple of the Wuchen Immortal Realm, wins."
Xiang Zhanyun announced in a calm tone, turning a blind eye to the old man's self-destruction.
It seems that he has long been accustomed to this kind of cruelty.
But for Suning, this kind of life of fighting and killing was never what he wanted.
He tightly held the Qiankun bag that the old man surnamed Yu threw before he died, and said silently in a voice that he could only hear: "Don't worry, I will personally hand over the things to your great-granddaughter."
"I won't break my promise."
Turning around and walking off the ring, he found an open space and sat cross-legged, waiting for the second round to begin.
In other arenas, the battle continues.
Xiang Zhanyun deliberately reminded him and said to Suning Secret Technique: "There are nine people in total. You have to pay more attention."
"One is a masked woman from the Wen Palace, called Iron Mask. She has powerful immortal power and is beyond the power of ordinary first-level true immortals."
"Then there's Zuo Rufeng from the Martial Palace. This guy is a direct disciple of the Eighth Palace."
"The Wu Hall and the Tongwen Hall have nine halls in total. If you can worship the master of one hall as your teacher, you will have natural talent and Dharma, and both of them are indispensable."
"In addition, the direct disciples sent from these seven realms, Jingkong Immortal Realm, Hanwang Immortal Realm, Thunder Tribulation, Fire Xuan Immortal Realm, Frost Spirit Immortal Realm, Wugou Immortal Realm, and Yun Cang Immortal Realm, are not weak."
