The small thoughts of a few people are just a drop in the ocean among the hundreds of people surrounding the big arena, without making any splash.
When they came to the side of the ring, Zheng Que, Su Can and other friends had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Niu Dali's face full of murderous aura, they all offered words of encouragement and shared the same hatred of the enemy.
Niu Dali has a heroic style and agrees to everything with ease and ease in his brows, without any pressure at all, which shows that he has extraordinary confidence in his own strength.
On the other side, before taking the stage, Wei Ning told Ji Chang,
"Although I don't like the arrogant and rude Niu Dali very much, it is undeniable that he has extremely high martial arts skills. This is how he has gained such a reputation in a short period of time. If you are really defeated, I will give you something like that. You use it at your own discretion."
Ji Chang nodded. The gloomy aura seemed to have become his instinct. His black pupils were filled with an unknown electric spark. His body swayed slightly and disappeared. He had already come to stand on one side of the huge arena.
Seeing one of the parties involved come on stage, the long-simmering emotions of the surrounding warriors suddenly exploded, and they started shouting. The fiery atmosphere stimulated the secretion of adrenaline, and everyone's face turned red, and their blood surged.
Seeing this, Niu Dali smiled coldly, bent his knees slightly, exerted force with his feet, and jumped into the air with a whooshing sound. When he landed on the white striped stone surface of the ring, a strong wind visible to the naked eye was blown up, whistling. With a sound, it was thrown in all directions.
The emotions of the onlookers were once again aroused, especially the Houtian warriors. Their skills were not deep and their concentration was insufficient. They were easily exaggerated by external emotions and waved their arms and flags as if they were crazy.
The innate strong man can be said to be the first peak on the path of martial arts. He begins to be involved with heaven and earth, absorbing vitality and practicing.
Especially in this era when the golden age is fading, it has become the backbone of the martial arts world, second only to the top grandmaster warriors. To say that it is strong is no exaggeration.
Battles between innate warriors are usually avoided by the crowd and rarely appear in front of the public. But now, it is like a performance, fighting in the big arena in full view of the public, which is enough to satisfy the strong expectations of acquired warriors.
Gu Sinan, Yun Fei, Wei Qi, Su Can, and Zheng Que stood in a corner in front of the ring, holding their breaths to watch the battle. As an acquaintance and even friend, Niu Dali was one of them, so naturally they were very concerned and unwilling to do so. Miss no details.
Meng Zhao crossed his arms in front of his chest and glanced at Wei Ning, who was looking at him from a distance. When he saw the other person's sinister smile and the cutting-like gesture of holding his hands in front of his throat, he stabbed at the other person with ice-like eyes. , showing no weakness.
There were conflicts and threats of conflict off the field, but on the stage, the two protagonists of this fight showed no signs of weakness. If their eyes could match each other, they would probably have fought for more than a thousand moves at this time.
After stepping onto the ring, Niu Dali and Ji Chang did not take action immediately and start fighting. Instead, they circulated their Qi, gathered their spirits, and sensed the special environment on the ring in order to adapt as quickly as possible.
A skilled martial artist is good at using the surrounding environment and terrain to create advantages for himself, and the environment above the arena is anything but ordinary, simply because the power of the large formation pervades it.
The power of the great formation can be described with another simpler and clearer word, that is, the power of heaven and earth. It is a tyrannical force that only a grandmaster can master. Although it is only invisible and disorderly, it will still be able to wander above the great arena. It brings a certain degree of pressure to the innate warriors.
Only by adapting and making full use of this power can we greatly enhance our own advantages and compress the opponent's living space in the next battle. Bayi Chinese website
As the gazes of the two became more fierce and fiery, the Qi circulated at a high speed, and the atmosphere became more solemn. People outside the venue also felt the atmosphere that a storm was coming and a war was about to begin. They held their breaths and did not dare to make a sound.
For a moment, the space surrounded by hundreds of people outside the huge competition ring seemed like a dead place, filled with a weird and weird atmosphere.
Until Niu Dali had completely adapted to the power of the large array on the ring, he clenched his fist as hard and powerful as a rock, hammered his bare chest hard, and after making a muffled thud, took the lead.
I saw this rough man, but his palms were as nimble as dancing butterflies among flowers. Dozens of different handprints appeared in the void in front of him, and they were struck towards Ji Chang.
Each handprint leaves an eye-catching trace in the void, and is so powerful that it can crack mountains and crack rocks.
However, since Ji Chang dared to take the initiative to compete on the stage, he naturally had two brushes in his martial arts. With a slight sway of his body, a bolt of lightning flashed across, avoiding the overwhelming palm force like a tidal wave.
Although it was just a test move, the martial arts displayed were all exquisite. Just the scales and claws can allow the acquired warriors to learn and digest them for a long time, and gain a lot of rewards.
In the eyes of the innate warriors, they can already see the characteristics, advantages and disadvantages of their respective martial arts.
Niu Dali's move reflects the subtle changes in his own moves and his abundant strength.
The moves are complex and simple, and the timing of his attacks is also very good, which is enough to reflect his strong strength.
Not to mention, Niu Dali was famous for his physical toughness and his extensive training in martial arts, making him even more of a tough nut to crack.
But what Ji Chang showed was the lightning-like lightning-like lightning and light kung fu of Tianyin God. Even though it was restricted to a great extent in the ring, which was not conducive to performance, it was still thrillingly fast.
At that moment, when Niu Dali on the stage and countless people in the audience saw the ink-colored electric light flashing, their hearts felt as if they were electrocuted, tingling and tingling, which shows how accomplished he is in body skills. clever.
Even in a hostile position, Zheng Que couldn't help but sigh,
"It's such a pity for Ji Chang. He has superb movement skills and is like lightning. He comes and goes without a trace. He could have moved forward and retreat freely, but when he entered the ring, he was unable to play his best. It seems that Lao Niu It’s time to take this time lightly.”
After all, he is one of the few people Niu Dali has close friends with, and he still has a certain understanding of his strength.
Gu Simonan shook his head, frowned and thought about something, and said,
"Tianyin Shen Lei is a wonderful skill. Thunder is the foundation. All the true energy, moves, and light skills are just an extension. Therefore, not only is his movement extremely fast, but his shooting speed is also unparalleled. I don't know. Can Niu Dali keep up with his pace?"
Perhaps this is not a hide-and-seek battle, with one chasing and the other escaping.
It is a decisive battle between strength and speed, which further tests their respective foundations and their wisdom in adapting to the situation.
The restrictions on Ji Chang's physical skills in the arena may not really be a restriction, but it may be a blessing.
After all, for those who are really fast, there is no difference between the world and the world.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
