C839 No matter how much he begged, he had to die!

No matter how much he begged, he had to die!

The next day, after all the exciting battles on the arena, it was finally the main event of the day!

Zhang Dongcheng, against Jian Yileng!

One was the sect master of Sky Breaking Sect, who had appeared out of nowhere and won nine battles in a row.

The other one was the head of the Thousand Sword Sect, Jian Yileng, who had been practicing the way of the sword for thirty thousand years and whose strength was enough to cause people to be speechless.

Moreover, the fight between the two of them at the Demon Moon gambling house that they met yesterday that was worth tens of millions of crystals had incited countless spectating martial artists to want to see who was the superior one.

Of these two, as long as one of them admitted defeat, tens of millions of crystals would vanish into thin air. Not only would their reputation plummet, they would return to their pre-liberation days in a single night.

It was impossible for either of them to endure such an outcome, but there was only one person who could stand on the stage.

To hone oneself for ten thousand years, to ask the heads of all the people in the world, to see just what methods my master has!

These two head-slaying poems caused Jian Yileng's popularity to skyrocket. Everyone struggled to read it, and for a moment, it was Demon Moon Paper.

Although he was a martial artist, he was adept in the arts. If he created his own martial skill, it would be hard for him to not get a good name out of it.

For example, Jian Yileng's Prodigious Demolition Sword, the Murder Sword, sounded like a completely different sword art. Even warriors would not have face if they used it.

Furthermore, as the two of them fought on the stage, Jian Yileng's lines of poem about killing intent soared to the sky like a large wave. If the enemy could not fight, then naturally they would be ashamed of themselves, and their morale would plummet.

Regardless of the outcome, the moment he got onstage, he was given a poem, "Death's Head". This style, this forceful style, was enough to make him explode out in an instant!

The surroundings of the arena were filled with martial artists, each of them eagerly awaiting the result. An incomparably powerful momentum rushed out from the horizon, blotting out the sky and sweeping towards them. It was like a violent tide as it emitted explosive booms that shook even the void.

An incomparably terrifying imposing aura gushed over from the distance like a raging tide, engulfing the entire sky. The surrounding space trembled as the heaven and earth shook, and the God King, who seemed to have slaughtered everything, suddenly descended.

Before he even arrived, a powerful pressure followed. That deep arrogance and haughtiness in his bones caused many martial artists to kneel on the ground, welcoming his arrival.

Some of the more powerful heads were also shocked in their hearts. They felt the pressure of being pressed down by a mountain, and even their breathing was affected. It was extremely uncomfortable, as if they were drowning in a river and suffocating.

Before the person even arrived, the shout had already rushed over, causing everyone to widen their eyes.

"To hone oneself for ten thousand years, ask the heads of the people under the heavens how many times!" Kill them all, let's see what methods this sect leader has! "

A sword aura flew over from the sky, exuding an endless sense of power. The dazzling splendor of the sword aura caused people to look at it with surprise.

"Boom!"

Jian Yileng stood in the center of the stage, her face filled with arrogance, as she coldly looked at Zhang Dongcheng who was below the stage.

And when many of the warriors who were optimistic about Jian Yileng and even threw down their bets on him saw this, they were extremely excited.

"To hone oneself for ten thousand years, ask the heads of the people under the heavens how many times!"

Kill them all, let's see how Sword Sovereign does! "

Someone shouted out loud, and that attracted tens of thousands of people to shout at the same time. Amongst the millions of warriors, there were around ten to twenty thousand that roared loudly at the same time, making Jian Yileng's imposing manner to be even more captivating.

"Aiyo, this Jian Yileng is so imposing!"

"The head-slaying poem has forced my brother!"

"This Little Jian dares to challenge the streamer!" Beat him, beat him up! "

"Jian Yileng was once a king until the streamer came!"

"Haha, 666 on the second floor!"

As the curtain of bullets flew in front of him, Zhang Dongcheng heard the shouts coming from all over the city, but he remained calm and walked towards the stage.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked forward. Facing Jian Yileng's oppressive aura, he did not panic in the slightest.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, the fighting spirit in his heart could not be suppressed any longer. It was like a volcano that was in a deep sleep for a thousand years jumping up and down violently. Flames burned in his eyes!

Hehe, reciting a death poem in front of me?

Then don't blame me for taking revenge on you!

Many of Demon Moon City's formation masters were as though they were facing a great enemy, desperately trying to reinforce the two of them in the array world. They were not worried about Zhang Dongcheng's life, but rather the crazy Jian Yileng.

If he were to destroy the array world and cause the sword qi to leak out and wreak havoc, then the millions of experts present might even send ten to twenty thousand people in an instant …

In the world of arrays, there was a Thousand-island Lake. There were tens of thousands of islands with countless gigantic mountains. Below them was a lake as vast as the sea. The scenery was extremely beautiful.

However, no one cared about how beautiful this magical formation world was. A great war was about to happen!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jian Yileng and Zhang Dongcheng. Yao Yueqianxue and Yao Yuebeisheng were all watching nervously, while Corpse Carrying Taoist and Ying Er was feeling a little more relaxed facing each other, but they didn't dare to blink their eyes, and only stared at the two people on the stage.

"Master Zhang, are you ready for death?" Jian Yileng's majestic figure, which seemed like the descent of a god, released waves after waves of Sword Qi ripples that were visible to the naked eye. The incomparably blazing light illuminated the entire formation world, causing the several thousand meters tall peaks around him to completely shatter.

"Dying? Heh heh, why not prepare it for you? Just based on the fact that your cultivation is higher than mine by a few levels? " Zhang Dongcheng was as calm as water. He only looked at Jian Yileng with no reaction.

"Although the Master Zhang's cultivation is low and humans also have this kind of virtue, this mouth of his is indeed powerful!" Jian Yileng laughed arrogantly, her laughter was like a hawk soaring through the sky, extremely terrifying.

"A man like you is completely useless. However, compared to me, you are like an ant that cannot resist. If I want you to die, how can you not die? That's right, I am several levels higher than you, so no matter how much you beg for mercy, I will kill you today! "

Such a tyrannical action, to actually put's death on his face!

I am a few levels higher than you, I am the one whose strength is superior to yours. If I want you dead, you must die.

In the arena, if you lost, you would die. If you begged for mercy, you would still die!

To dare to make you bet with me at the Demon Moon gambling den, to dare to offend me, Jian Yileng, with such ignorance, this is the arrogance of the Thousand Sword Sect, the tyranny of Jian Yileng!

"Good, well said! No matter how much he begged, he had to die! A man like me can naturally do the same. No matter how much you beg for mercy, I will definitely kill you! " Zhang Dongcheng was calm and collected like water, but tall and straight like a mountain.