Early this morning, the prison arena was already crowded with people.
They are here for only one purpose.
Appreciate the battle between Ling Tian and the fourth level warrior of the Spiritual Wheel Realm.
Because this prison fight attracted so much attention, the enthusiasm of the audience was unprecedentedly high.
Therefore, the Prison Fighting Arena side also canceled all previously arranged prison fights and placed the Lingtian battle as the first one today.
Moreover, in order to build momentum, the Prison Arena announced the two sides in advance.
There is no doubt that one party is Qianlong, a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
On the other side is the famous Prisoner Blood Sword in the Prison Arena!
Blood Sword's winning streak in the prison fighting arena is no less than that of Ling Tian.
Now, there are fifty-eight consecutive wins.
When he first came to the Prison Arena, Xuejian was just a first-level spiritual wheel realm warrior.
However, after more than fifty life-and-death battles, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.
Now, he has reached the fourth level of spiritual wheel realm.
"I didn't expect Qianlong's opponent in this battle to be the Blood Sword!"
"This time, Qianlong is in trouble. The strength of the Blood Sword is not simple. It is said that he killed a strong person at the second level of the Spiritual Wheel Realm when he was at the first level of the Spiritual Wheel Realm. He is also a figure who can kill enemies beyond the level."
"I think today, the hidden dragon is hanging! I'd better buy a blood sword to win!"
One side of Prison Arena has already announced today’s handicap.
More people are placing bets than ever before.
Judging from the handicap odds, it seems that the Prison Arena side is more optimistic that Blood Sword can win.
In fact, there are indeed more people buying Blood Sword Winner.
Under the noise, the stone doors on both sides of the prison arena opened at the same time.
The figures of Ling Tian and Xue Jian appeared in everyone's sight at the same time.
Suddenly, the entire prison arena was boiling.
Cheers and shouts came and went.
As Ling Tian's figure walked out, he also looked at the blood sword opposite.
The Blood Sword wears an iron mask on its head, a bloody robe on its body, and a bloody long sword in its hand. Every move exudes a murderous aura.
Anyone familiar with the Blood Sword knows that the bloody robe on the Blood Sword was originally white.
It was his opponent's blood that dyed his white robe red.
However, he had no intention of changing his clothes.
Wearing this sword-colored robe, he seems to be carrying his trophies with him at all times.
In the attic on the east side of the prison arena, Xing Yu and Chu Tong were sitting opposite each other.
Their eyes also followed the appearance of Ling Tian and Xue Jian and turned to the prison fighting arena.
"How was your discussion with my junior brother yesterday?"
Seeing Ling Tian appear, Chu Tong looked at Xing Yu on one side with an interesting expression.
"It was a good conversation."
Xingyu smiled strangely and responded simply.
"Good?"
Chu Tong raised his eyebrows, probably guessing.
Then, a hint of ridicule appeared on her face, "If it was really good, my junior brother probably wouldn't have appeared in the Prison Arena today. I think the Prison Arena has spent a lot of money this time, and actually let the Blood Sword Go out to fight. Are you thinking of murdering my little junior brother?"
Xing Yu's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, "How could it be? Your junior brother is so powerful, the Blood Sword shouldn't be his opponent, right?"
"That's hard to say."
Chu Tong said casually and returned his gaze to the Prison Arena again, "But having said that, if Junior Brother kills the Blood Sword, who are you going to send next?"
"Let's wait until this battle is over first."
Xing Yu thought for a while and said.
Then his eyes looked towards the prison fighting arena.
The atmosphere in the auditorium of the prison arena was lively.
Ling Tian and Xue Jian stood opposite each other, and there was no nonsense between them.
It can be seen that Xue Jian is also a man of few words.
Ding!
The ringing of the bell in the prison fighting arena means the prison fighting begins.
The blade of the long sword in Xue Jian's hand moved, and there seemed to be a sound of sword whistling.
Immediately, he struck out with his sword, the sword light shone like lightning, a streak of blood cut through the void, and the long sword pierced Ling Tian.
"Sword Qi!"
Ling Tian's expression suddenly condensed.
He clearly felt a sword energy on the Blood Sword.
Moreover, this sword energy has reached the second level.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Xue Jian in front of him is definitely the strongest person he has encountered in the past few days.
Facing the sword cultivator who controlled the second-grade sword energy, Ling Tian no longer looked as calm and calm as before.
While the figure retreated to avoid the assassination of the blood sword, the rich power of chaos surged out crazily.
Behind him, the fountain of chaos condensed.
"Fountain of Chaos, it seems that my junior brother has successfully cultivated the Chaos Scripture to the 19th level, and now has a cultivation level comparable to that of a first-level warrior in the Spiritual Wheel Realm!"
Chu Tong, who was in the attic, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shallow spring of chaos behind Ling Tian.
Just now, the moment the blood sword was released, she broke into a cold sweat for Ling Tian.
But looking back now, his worries seemed unnecessary.
"It looks like you are going to lose another master in the fighting arena!"
Chu Tong looked at Xing Yu interestingly, as if he had already seen the outcome of this battle.
"Until the results come out, nothing can be said."
Xingyu had a slight smile on his lips and didn't say much.
I don’t know what kind of thoughts are hidden under the beautiful face.
In the prison arena, Ling Tian calmly dealt with the sword moves of the blood sword.
However, the strength of this blood sword is not weak, and his sword moves are extremely aggressive.
Whenever one sword misses, there is always a second sword to immediately make up for it.
At first glance, the continuous sword moves seemed to completely suppress Ling Tian.
After a moment of fighting, Ling Tian no longer hid his clumsiness.
As the figure stepped back to put some distance between itself and the other party, a series of palm prints were blasted out from his hands.
This time, he directly performed the Thousand Hands Seal.
The first time he practiced the Thousand-Hand Seal outside the Sutra Pavilion, he had already practiced the Thousand-Hand Seal to perfection.
In the past few days, he has also practiced the Thousand-Hand Seal.
Now, the artistic conception has been reached.
The endless palm prints brought hurricane force winds, blasting towards the blood sword from all directions.
Xue Jian's eyes were sharp, his face was solemn, and he kept swinging the sword in his hand.
Each thrust of the sword accurately chopped a palm print into pieces.
Under the endless flash of sword light, Ling Tian's thousand hand seals were all resolved.
"This guy is pretty awesome!"
Ling Tian couldn't help but sigh.
If he is the same as the other party, he has the fourth level of spiritual wheel realm.
Then it would be effortless for him to kill the opponent.
However, the Blood Sword cultivation level is still three levels ahead of him, and he is not mediocre.
This also made him feel a little bit of pressure.
"Although Qianlong is strong, it is still a bit difficult to deal with the blood sword."
"In my opinion, after at most a hundred moves, the winner will be determined."
"This battle will probably be Qianlong's final battle. It's a pity that such a genius died in the prison arena like this."
After a brief battle, some people with good eyesight in the spectator seats had seen many clues and made their own judgments.
"You can only use the sword!"
At this moment, Ling Tian seemed to be forced into a desperate situation, and he couldn't help but sigh.
When he finished speaking, he turned over his hands.
The sacred wooden sword then appeared in his hand.
"sword!"
When everyone saw this, the expressions on their faces changed.
Ling Tian finally used his sword!
They had previously learned from the host of the Prison Arena that Ling Tian was a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
How can a disciple of the Sword God Sect not know how to use a sword?
"What's going on? Why is the sword in his hand a wooden sword?"
However, when everyone saw the sword in Ling Tian's hand, their expressions became weird again.
What Ling Tian took out was actually a wooden sword?
How to fight the enemy with a wooden sword?
