On the stands around the fighting arena, there were people from Jiang Pengzu and the Shenjian Party, including Shen Luoyi, who were watching this scene blankly, with shock in their hearts!
Luo Zheng's swordsmanship was so fast that Mao Jianyuan had his hands and feet cut off without even reacting.
"It hurts! How is this possible, my hands, my feet!"
Only then did Mao Jianyuan react. He turned into a human stick and lay on the ground, watching his hands and feet falling in all directions, filled with disbelief.
"I'm going to fight you!"
Although his hands and feet were severed, Mao Jianyuan was also an extremely powerful person, and a centipede insect could die without becoming stiff.
He shouted violently, and his vitality suddenly surged, turning into a scorching sun vitality, and smashed towards Luo Zheng!
"It doesn't matter how hard you struggle!"
Luo Zheng's Black Kan Sword also used a white rainbow piercing sun style, spurting out black sword energy and transforming into a black dragon that immediately penetrated the scorching sun. The next moment, the sword thorn was pointed at Mao Jianyuan's throat.
Mao Jianyuan only felt the cold light coming from the sword's stab. The coldness was overwhelming and his hair stood on end. Even his soul felt trembling and his whole body was trembling.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You can't kill people in the martial arts arena. You can get out now!"
Luo Zheng looked at Mao Jianyuan's pustule, curled his lips disdainfully, and said lightly.
"Me, my hands and feet!"
Mao Jianyuan said with difficulty, killing people is not allowed in the fighting spirit arena, but cutting off other people's hands and feet is nothing.
"Haha, you still want your hands and feet?"
Luo Zheng heard this and smiled lightly, "If Brother Shen agrees to return his hands and feet to you, I will agree!"
"Senior Brother Shen, Junior Brother, I was wrong. I beg you, sir, to ask this brother to give me his hands and feet. I promise that I will not do anything wrong with you again in the future!"
Mao Jianyuan looked at Shen Luoyi and begged with tears in his eyes.
The central area of Yuanwu World is rich in resources, and there are many elixirs that can restore hands and feet. Although the strength will be reduced, it can be recovered through practice.
"Junior Brother Mao, you have injured so many of us, there is no way you will not pay the price at all. Just lose one of your arms!"
Shen Luoyi said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Zheng chopped one of Mao Jianyuan's arms into flying ash.
"ah!"
When Mao Jianyuan saw that his arms were destroyed, he screamed and stared at Luo Zheng and Shen Luoyi with great hatred, saying: "You! I will definitely avenge this!"
“Always waiting!”
Luo Zheng didn't feel dissatisfied at all, his eyes flashed and he was already looking at Jiang Pengzu and others below the ring.
"It turns out that these two people are also masters of Jiang Pengzu's side, but they are enemies of each other!"
As soon as he looked over, Luo Zheng found two familiar faces staring at him with unkind expressions. It was when he was arriving from Tiansheng City through the teleportation array that the two people Luo Zheng met were going to call him and Wang Nian gave up the number plate to the big man.
These two big men are the two guardian disciples of the Thunder Fire Sect, equivalent to the level of true successors of the Lie Sun Sect!
"This boy's cultivation is not that great, but his swordsmanship is hard to deal with!"
The warriors on Jiang Pengzu's side all looked at Luo Zheng with solemn expressions on their faces. They were all arrogant before, but now no one dared to take action.
After all, those present were all disciples of the Lie Sun Sect, and their martial arts skills were restrained by Luo Zheng's Black Kan Sword. Even the true disciples were no match for him, and it would be useless for others to come on board, unless Jiang Pengzu took action himself.
"Hmph, this kid just relied on the treasure to restrain Mao Jianyuan. We, the disciples of the Thunder Fire Sect, are not afraid of water-based treasures!"
A fellow protector of the Thunder Fire Sect looked at Luo Zheng with a sneer, and suddenly he lifted up and fell onto the ring.
"Boy, do you still remember me? Last time you didn't give me face, this time I made you die ugly..."
This Thunder Fire Cult disciple was tall and dressed in red and black robes. As soon as he entered the ring, he didn't even look at Luo Zheng. He raised his head and looked at the sky with an arrogant expression.
I saw the vitality rolling all over his body, turning into red flames on one side and black thunder and lightning on the other. Like a god who controlled thunder and fire, he was majestic and shouted loudly.
Ouch!
And before the protector disciple of the Thunder Fire Sect had finished speaking, Luo Zheng stopped his feet, turned into an afterimage, and fiercely attacked the protector disciple.
The length of this arena is only five hundred feet, which is just one step for Luo Zheng.
The protective disciple of the Thunder Fire Sect looked up at the sky. Before he could say a word, Luo Zheng's fist came crashing in front of him.
At this time, the protector disciple had no time to dodge, and the bit of protective energy he had gathered with all his strength was as fragile as a pancake in front of Luo Zheng's unstoppable fist.
Luo Zheng's fist was like a meteor, smashing the protector disciple's protective energy with a bang, and then the fist hit his lower abdomen hard. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a bloody hole was made in his stomach.
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The protective disciples of the Thunder Fire Sect flew backwards and hit the formation barrier hard, making the entire fighting field rumble.