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Name:Legend of Shi'En Author:
The Berserker in arena number 2 shot a cold glance at the 'External Devil Group' and the new generation of King Jingjiang s on the Vip Desk. Under the guidance of the Underground Fighting Ground staff member, he left arena number 2 and returned to the resting area.

The remaining twenty participants had already eliminated nine people, and only number one, number three and number four remained. Sha Danyuan who was in Stage One had already eliminated two opponents, and was in the midst of a final battle with the last competitor, Stage Four. One person would be eliminated in the time it takes for half an incense to burn, and if there were no mishaps, the results of the remaining three participants would probably come to fruition within the time it takes for half an incense to burn.

The three Spirit Cultivators in the third stage all had eyes that were as red as fire, their killing intent permeating through the roof, even the gamblers close to the stage could not help but feel their souls leave their bodies, as cold sweat flowed down their bodies. However, Shi En still had his back facing them, and did not move a muscle.

At this time, a woman dressed in Persian robes was slowly walking towards Stage 3, she crossed the audience and continued walking, as though she wanted to enter a bit more, but she stopped when she was not close, because she felt that there was an invisible wall in front of her that blocked her. She was shocked, she thought that she was not a match for this "Wang Dachui," although she came here to protect her reputation, she could not even approach him at all, so how could she take the opportunity to kill him?

She raised her head to look at the four people on stage number 3. Although they didn't fight, those who were well-versed in it all knew that they were relying on their killing intent to draw the opponent into their hearts of war. Although they were on stage, they were fighting in another place.

Yes, Persian Girl is right. The four people in Stage Three are fighting in another place, and the martial artists call this place fighting spirit.

In the world of fighting heart, it was a battle of consciousness, not flesh.

At this time, at the outskirts of Stage 3, only Bai Shatang was left standing, she looked at "Wang Dachui" in disbelief, this was the first time she had seen someone fighting in a world of fighting spirit, moreover it was not even 10 meters away from her. Bai Shatang stabilized her state of mind, she was surrounded by endless killing intent, she did not dare to move even a bit, and just as she was unsure of what to do, she heard a voice called "Wang Dachui": "Hey, Bai, do you want to experience it?"

Bai Shatang was startled. She did not expect this "Wang Dachui" to be able to talk to her after falling into battle, so she immediately said: "Don't be reckless. My master said that in battle, if your mind is in chaos, you will easily be injured."

"Oh, it's alright. We are currently on break. Hehe, I need an audience member. You can come in." Shi En said with a smile, "Calm your mind, close your eyes, do not resist, and let me handle this."

And just when Bai Shatang had listened to Shi En's instructions, when she had just closed her eyes, in a split-second, passing through a curtain of rain and stones, Bai Shatang opened her eyes to see a figure already lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

At this moment, on the third arena, the Daoist Priest's complexion gradually became paler and paler. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and the blood energy in his body surged like the tide. He did not force himself to stand any longer, and sat with his legs paralyzed on the ground.

It turned out that even if one was injured to death in the middle of a battle, one would still suffer heavy injuries in the real world. Just now, Shi En had brandished two swords at the whip girl. Her body was as nimble as a snake and she dodged to avoid the two streams of Sword Qi that were attacking her.

At this moment, the whip girl and the hidden weapon kid both saw how skilled Shi En's swordsmanship was, and also saw that the Daoist Priest had already "died". They were so scared that they felt cold and retreated three steps in unison.

Shi En's sword techniques were in illusions, where he was trained in the demonic techniques of mystical birds, it was not a normal technique, the power of the wooden sword was able to pierce through metal and split rocks, furthermore the Spirit Dao cultivator was only flesh and blood.

Seeing this, the woman with the whip and the kid with the concealed weapons looked at each other and roared. The hidden weapons in the kid's hands, mouth, and feet came out at the same time. The power of this roar was shocking.

Shi En, who was in the middle of fighting, was shocked by his roar. He raised his sword with his left hand and slashed with the force of ten thousand horses galloping, the Great Waterfall of the Heavens, wailing like a ghost, the wind was colorless, but he was not dealing with the hidden weapon kid.

Sure enough, the woman with the whip who had witnessed the power of Shi En's wooden sword did not dare to be careless. She used her long whip to barely defend against Shi En's wooden sword, but the whip she used was sometimes soft and sometimes hard.

Outside of the arena, Bai Shatang saw that "Wang Dachui" was only concerned with dealing with the whip girl and the concealed weapon that the child was using, and did not care about it at all, and shouted: "Are you worried about hidden weapons?!"

Hearing that, Shi En's lips curled up. He twirled his wooden sword and purposely got entangled by the whip, using his left hand to push the sword's hilt, causing the wooden sword to stab straight at the whip girl. When the wooden sword left his hand, Shi En channeled his Spirit Qi into his right palm, and then unleashed a palm strike at the concealed weapons that filled the sky. The hidden weapon kid did not know that other than the sword techniques, Wang Dachui's palm techniques were unrivalled. It was called the Nine Heavens Underworld Bodhisattva's Fear, with a palm strike of thunder and lightning, all living beings within a hundred miles of it, be it humans or animals, crabs or fleas, would be turned to dust. It was just that he was a low-key person and was not willing to act as he pleased.

Therefore, the result was obvious. The concealed weapon the kid had taken out along with the concealed weapon Shi En's palm strike had turned into slag, disappearing from the heart of the battle soundlessly and soundlessly, as if he had never existed here before.

The sound of a clang was followed by a miserable scream. The two human figures suddenly separated, and the woman with the whip didn't dare to face the consequences of having a wooden sword stuck in her chest. She let go of the whip and sidestepped the wooden sword.

She glared at Shi En in front of her, "I truly underestimated you, I never thought that not only did you carry the Ancient Sword Technique, but you also had such a tyrannical palm technique, I really do not dare to imagine what level you would reach in the future."

Looking at the whip girl's expression, Shi En secretly felt a little proud, and modestly said modestly: "How dare I, how dare I, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

"May I know who you are working under? To actually be able to teach such a young genius like you, big sister, in the future, I must properly meet this senior expert. "

Shi En folded his arms, and laughed bitterly: "My master's name is Shi Jiamo, he is a despicable, shameless and vile villain, you have to hide a bit when you see him, don't blame me for not reminding you, although he is carrying a Balding Head, but he has many female friends, so the one who meets him will definitely be you."

The old master, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed. He rubbed his nose and raised his head to look at the sun and muttered to himself, "There must be someone talking bad about me behind my back."

The battlefield was so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard.

The White Yarn Soup was in an uproar. She couldn't believe that Wang's master was such a character. Originally, she thought that in order to be able to teach such a powerful disciple, her master must have been some reclusive expert in white clothes that looked like a painting, dyed in blue, and had an ice-cold gaze that flowed like the moonlight, extraordinary and aloof, ice-cold and indifferent, smooth as jade, light as the wind, and with an extremely profound cultivation.

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

I'm sure that because I was sold by the Old Bastard, I owe them a thousand taels of silver and three thousand taels of silver. The Ferragod sportscar has a hundred acres of land and three young women have a vat of thousand years of wine.

The Fur Whip Girl's face was as grey as ash. She gasped for breath, but she had already believed Shi En's words. She couldn't find any other words to describe how she was feeling right now.

Shi En picked up the wooden sword, untied the whip on the wooden sword, and gave it to the whip girl, and asked: Elder sister, we have not decided who is victorious yet. "Come, continue."

When the whip girl heard Shi En's words, she could not help but feel cold. She was not confident that she could take ten of Shi En's moves. She no longer felt the need to continue fighting. She cupped her hands and said, "Big sister has admitted defeat. Little brother, you won …"

Just then, the female whip spoke out the word "win" again. Her right hand moved, and slapped three palms towards Shi En's head, which moved as fast as lightning. The three palm were so fast that it seemed as if they were all struck out at the same time, her Spirit Qi surging outwards. The woman gritted her teeth and at the same time, used all her strength to seal it. If she did not succeed, then she would die.

However, her palm was fast, and Shi En's wooden sword was even faster. With a loud explosion, the whip girl was sent flying back with a pale face by the sharp sword Qi, her body flew back more than three meters, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her body swaying on the verge of collapsing.

"Old Bastard is right, a woman, you have to be careful."