Chapter 282

"One! I don't know what to do Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold, and his legs started to steal the sun. Countless shadows appeared on the field. With a big hand, the body of the obscene man in the air was directly photographed on the ground. His chest was sunken, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out. His face was twisted and changed.

"Hum!" As soon as he got the shot, Zhang Zheng quickly started to swim. Zhang Zhenggang's hand finally recovered. If he had dealt hard, he would have been dead. Zhang Zheng was able to clearly sense the two extremely powerful forces on the battlefield. If he wanted to kill people, he could not go.

The head of sword hall on the battle table breathed a breath. Fortunately, he was not the God of killing, and he had a proper hand. One side of the old man Ye's eyes are bright, and Zhang Zheng is even a carved jade in front of him.

"What's the matter? Where is that boy now? Why can't I see him? Damn it

"Look, here, up!"

Zhang Zheng was surprised. As soon as he slowed down, he was seen. He had a new understanding of the strength of these scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. However, it was another matter to see whether he could fight back.

The swordsman with a flying sword looks dignified. The flying sword in his hand is divided into eight parts and encircles Zhang Zheng. For a moment, the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal on the arena, and several sword marks are cut on the ground.

"Sword Zhang Zheng's spirit sank into the elixir's field, and a strange wave came out of Zhang Zheng's body. The swordsman's flying sword floated around him.

"No way. It's a flying sword I raised with my own blood essence. How could I not feel it?" The more I think about it, the more scared I am. I look at Zhang Zheng as if I saw a ghost. But I am worthy of being the top swordsman of the young generation in Jiangnan. I bite the tip of my tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. I keep pinching my hands. The eight flying swords around Zhang Zheng point directly at Zhang Zheng's neck.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold. He didn't expect that the young monk would hurt the killer!

"Hum, xiaolizi, dare to use the earth burst and Tianxing to kill people on the stage! The crime is unforgivable The master of sword hall was angry and said that he would go down to rescue Zhang Zheng.

"Old sword, don't be impatient. I believe that Zhang Zheng must have other means. If you endanger your life, it's not too late to do it again!" Ye old man a face excited, take out a huge pig elbow from the bottom of the long shirt and gnaw it, a face of enjoyment.

"Hum!" The eight flying swords are getting closer and closer to his neck. Zhang Zheng's cold blade is less than an inch from his neck. As long as he gives a little strength, this flying sword will take his head off his neck.

"Boy, let's die. My flying sword is refined with my blood essence. As long as you surrender, I'll stop it. How about it?" The young friar bit his teeth and controlled the flying sword around Zhang Zheng. His face was full of dignified, and beads of sweat rolled down his head.

"Well, young man, you are too early to be happy!" Zhang Zheng snorted coldly, slowly raised his hands, and in the eyes of all the people, he took down the eight flying swords around his neck, "click!" Zhang Zheng made a slight effort, and the flying sword broke off from the middle.

"How... How possible, poof!" The young monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath quickly withered, like a pool of mud, and fell on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Who else?" Zhang Zheng's eyes were coldly swept over the people present, and his eyes were filled with disdain. Zhang Zheng had to admit that these Jiangnan children were really weak. If he took out a pig killing knife, I'm afraid these Jiangnan scholars would not live for 10 seconds.

"Give me a punch!" Another voice blew up in Zhang Zheng's ear. Zhang Zheng turned around and saw that this man was the man with a Bare Bronze upper body. His fist was like a little sun, pointing directly at Zhang Zheng's head, which was directly a killer in pain!

Zhang Zheng's body was blurred for a while, and the bronze man's fist passed by, as if he had been hit in the air. Then, Zhang Zheng appeared again, standing behind the bronze man, with a knife slapped on his neck.

"Bang!" The bronze man's eyes were wide and bloodshot, and he was lying on the ring directly. His buttocks were high and his body twisted into a strange appearance.

Zhang Zheng knew that this man had no threat to himself any more. Just that hand knife directly damaged his spine. I'm afraid that he could only spend the rest of his life in a reclining chair.

"What a hot boy, but I like it! It's in line with my taste The old man ye on the stand laughed and threw the pig's elbow aside.

At this time, all the people in the arena have no leader, just like a loose sand. The more ignorant people are, the more brave they are.

"Let's go together. Now that this man has played so many games, his spiritual power must be exhausted. As long as we wait a little longer, he will be defeated without fighting!" I don't know who called, and they killed Zhang Zheng who was moving his muscles and bones.

On the challenge arena, the spirit power flies everywhere and is colorful. The fists and swords formed by spiritual power come to Zhang Zhengfei.

"Hum!" With a twist of his body, Zhang Zheng easily dodged the Lingli fist flying from the side, and his backhand was a punch. The man who hit him was constantly defeated, and his broken internal organs spurted out of his mouth and flew out of the arena without knowing whether he was alive or dead."Go to hell with you!" When a big hammer hit his head, the air around him became distorted, and Zhang Zheng's head was taken. If he was hit, he would be stiff in all directions. Zhang Zheng did not dodge, and his fist wrapped with spiritual power directly hit the hammer.

"Bang!" The sound of a violent explosion came. Zhang Zheng stood in the same place without any damage, but there were several shallow scars on his right hand. The monks around him were like green onions, and were inserted into the arena by Zhang Zheng, leaving only half of his body outside.

"Brush!" Zhang Zheng disappeared in the same place, leaving a trail of shadows on the road, and appeared behind a man with a fierce knee. It was said that the man pushed into the arena and formed a huge pit in the shape of a man.

At this time, Zhang Zheng was full of blood, like a god of war, but his body was bathed in the blood of these Jiangnan scholars.

Soon, there were only two people left, shivering and standing on a corner of the arena.

"Please, don't hurt both of us. We didn't do anything from the beginning to the end..." before the words were finished, Zhang Zhengyi slapped him in the face, and the whole person flew backward, like a green onion, inserted in the courtyard wall.

"Are you going out on your own, or am I going to take you out?" Zhang Zheng said coldly.

"No, it doesn't mean that all the remaining ten people have a chance to enter the next level. Why do you want to kill them all?" The man in the corner shivered and raised his voice to embolden himself.

"Oh? Just when you guys moved me, they were all upright. Now how can you change your face? You'd better get out of here Zhang Zheng flew out and kicked the man out.