The man in black continued to retreat.

Chen Hui pressed step by step, and the huge pressure made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He burst out his greatest true energy and rushed towards the man in black.

"Not good." Yan Jiu saw the man in black shaking his wrist and knew that he wanted to use the soul-locking needle.

Once the soul-locking needle is released, Chen Hui will undoubtedly die.

At the moment of power, Yan Jiu slapped the gourd around his waist.

The Blood Sword Ancestor in the gourd had long been unable to help it, and his soul roared and rushed out of the gourd.

The Blood Sword Ancestor is an old monster for thousands of years. He is almost a life form with his soul alone.

What the man in black controls is nothing but the remnant soul.

After these remnants of souls felt the breath of the Blood Sword Ancestor, they instinctively trembled.

In an instant, the soul energy formation that the man in black worked hard to set up loosens and breaks.

As the formation burst, Chen Hui's degree instantly recovered.

"call."

A thunderous punch mixed with the sound of the wind fell directly on the man in black's chest.

Before the man in black was hit by his fist, he flicked his fingers gently and the soul-locking needle flew out directly.

The steel needle with black soul energy flew out silently.

According to the original plan of the man in black, the soul-locking needle should directly shoot through Chen Hui's forehead, pierce his soul and then arrest his soul.

But the next moment, the black soul-locking needle lost its motivation in an instant.

No one could see it. At this moment, a third existence appeared on the arena, the Blood Sword Ancestor.

The Blood Sword Ancestor stood on the arena, and the soul controlled by the man in black was completely surrendered at this moment.

At this moment, the Blood Sword Ancestor found a feeling, a feeling of a king.

This feeling is something he has never had before in his previous life.

That feeling of being a king made the ancestor of Blood Sword find a kind of pleasure of dominating the world.

At this moment, the Blood Sword Ancestor suddenly didn't want to take over the body and reborn. He felt that it was good to be a soul body.

Standing on the ring, opening his mouth and sucking hard.

The black gas transformed by the ghosts directly turned into a vortex, rolling around and flew directly into the mouth of the Blood Sword Ancestor.

"Cool."

The Blood Sword Ancestor sucked off all the souls that the man in black could control in one breath and let out a comfortable roar.

Except for Yan Jiu, no one can see the existence of the Blood Sword Ancestor.

The man in black's soul-locking needle was originally foolproof.

The black thread of the soul energy that can control the steel needle was sucked away by the Blood Knife Ancestor, and the steel needle lost its function and power and fell directly into the dust.

"bump."

There was a loud bang.

Chen Hui's punch directly hit the man in black in the chest.

Although the man in black mainly practices the Dharma, he is also a real innate person.

If he was prepared, he would not be hit by Chen Hui with a punch.

Just because he is too confident in his soul-locking needle.

This confidence directly led to almost being unprepared when he faced Chen Hui's punch.

"puff."

The figure of the man in black retreated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

Many warriors in the audience were stunned by the punch.

Chen Hui is a famous boxer at noon boy. Although his Vajra Demon Subduing Fist is known to be able to challenge beyond the realm.

But it was just a challenge. I didn't expect that I could really defeat a real realm warrior.

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Hui was actually stunned.

Although this set of boxing has been passed down from generation to generation, it can be challenged across borders.

But from ancient times to the present, there has never been a cross-border challenger in his Chen family.

Unexpectedly, the legend of the family today is confirmed in me.

Chen Hui was overjoyed.

How could he miss such a good opportunity?

The whole person instantly turned into a dragon and rushed directly towards the man in black.

His fist was filled with true energy and suddenly turned into countless fist shadows.

The man in black staggered back, his body movements far worse than before.

Under Chen Hui's heavy punches, the man in black dodged left and right, and in an instant, he was hit by Chen Hui for more than ten consecutive punches.

In an instant, more than a dozen big pits appeared in his body.

The whole person directly wiped the ground of the ring and flew out.

His black clothes instantly grinded and shattered on the ground, leaving behind a long stain of blood.

Yan Jiu looked at the man in black and there was still a trace of breath, but he was not far from death.

"Xiaodao sucked his soul. The fresh one is very good to you." Yan Jiu spoke.

Where would the Blood Sword Ancestor be polite?

He turned into a whirlwind and rolled over the man in black.

When the wind stopped, the man in black stopped moving completely and lay straight on the ring, obviously dead.

Chen Hui was ecstatic and looked at his hands, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly.

He never dared to imagine that he killed a realm with his own hands.

He laughed in the ring with his hands and feet dancing.

But just when he was extremely happy, a sword light suddenly flew out of nowhere.

The sword light, carrying a cold breath, slashed directly.

Chen Hui's head with a smile flew up directly.

In a flash, a flash.

A Taoist fell directly on the ring.

"Dan Taoist, please give me advice." This Taoist started very hard, but his words were short.

The six words seem to pop up.

"Dan Taoist?" Wu Laos of Mangshan frowned and shook their heads.

"Have you never heard of this person?"

"Yes, it is undoubtedly a realm of transformation when we saw the sword killing Chen Hui. When did we have so many unknown realms of transformation that have not been revealed in the Central Plains martial arts?"

Five old men questioned each other.

Geng Zhongyue, who was on the other side, suddenly spoke and said, "Daoist Dian? I seem to have heard of this person's name. I met him in Jianghu Dao a few years ago. At that time, he was still a congenital martial artist. Unexpectedly, this time he actually came and has become a realm of martial arts transformation."

With Geng Zhongyue's words, the five elders of Mangshan shut up half-believingly.

After all, the reputation of the Yellow River hero Geng Zhongyue is there.

With Geng Zhongyue's words, the origin of Dian Taoist naturally does not need to be explained.

Yan Jiu's spiritual consciousness also visited Dao Ren, but did not feel the aura of alien martial arts.

However, this veteran kills people when he takes action, and this method is almost a sneak attack, which makes Yan Jiu extremely unhappy.

Gong Yang was really not happy with this old Taoist approach, so he had to come forward to challenge the old Taoist.

Yan Jiu still reached out to stop Yang Zhen and said, "No matter what, this old Taoist is still a person from the Central Plains martial arts. As long as he is a Central Plains martial artist, we will not interfere in today's affairs."

Gong Yang Zhen knew that Yan Jiu didn't want to have any trouble, so he stood quietly behind Yan Jiu.

The Daoist Dian's sword was slanted, and the aura on his body was like thousands of years of ice.

At this time, the Blood Sword Ancestor had returned to the gourd and slowly digested the soul energy he had swallowed.

But even in the gourd, he seemed to feel the cold air on the body of the Dian Taoist.

For a moment, no one dared to go on the ring.
To be continued...