Before, everyone was still laughing at Zhao Yi's sword, and even ants could not be stabbed to death.

Now, no one can laugh anymore because Zhao Yi's sword stabbed someone to death.

Moreover, it was not an ordinary person who stabbed him to death, but Ye Qingfan, the youngest master of the Wu League.

A sword cut his head, shocking the whole audience!

I'm afraid no one can forget the amazing changes in that sword from the most soft to the most hard, to the most slow to the most fast.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that Zhao Yi is so old and has such cultivation that he actually condenses his body-protecting sword energy?

evildoer!

In everyone's mind, this word can be used to describe Zhao Yi.

"So evil, you must not keep it."

Staring at the figure of the young man on the stage, Zhou Yan, the head of the Tianjun Sect, had a cold look and a murderous intent in his heart.

"This son must die. Otherwise, with his evil talent, he was seen by the great forces of the three powerful countries, and he would be recruited. At that time, I may be in danger."

"So, only if Zhao Yi dies can we be safe and worry-free."

He Feng stood in the audience, but thought further.

Even though he was a martial artist, he came from the Tianlong Academy of Hongwu Kingdom. At this moment, he felt the threat from Zhao Yi.

"How could Zhao Yi'er be so stubborn and never die like this."

"Damn it, if he doesn't die, he will never feel at ease in the future."

The great elder of the Miaoxin Sect had a gloomy face and thought so in his heart.

Obviously, basically, these people hope that Zhao Yi will die.

Of course, besides this, there is more shockingness.

He Feng's maid was stunned and could not speak.

Not only her, but also a group of disciples of the Tianjun Sect, Qingyao, Zhu Fang and other girls, were all like this.

"Wang, the master is so cool. It really makes Master Dog admire him so much."

"Wang, you vulnerable people don't even have the qualifications to kneel down and lick your master. You dare to challenge your master, which is simply asking for death."

The big yellow dog was in the audience at this time, slapped Zhao Yi and flattered him loudly, looking very arrogant, and it also made people feel that this top-quality big yellow dog is very ungrateful.

However, at this moment, everyone suddenly remembered what the big yellow dog said before, saying that these people who challenge Zhao Yi were overestimating their own abilities and self-destruction!

It's ridiculous that none of them believed it, and they were extremely disdainful of the words of the big yellow dog and mocked them.

Now, everyone has been slapped in the face by the strength of the big yellow dog!

When they heard the words of the big yellow dog, they all felt very embarrassed.

Therefore, they had no way to refute the words of the big yellow dog.

On the martial arts stage, there were broken corpses on the ground, but there were also a group of eight-star martial artists sent by the Tianjun Tianwu team.

When they came on stage to challenge Zhao Yi, they were all extremely arrogant and astonishing. They came with confidence to win and did not take Zhao Yi seriously at all.

However, at this moment, the remaining more than ten people were trembling before they could take action, and they were already trembling in their hearts and their hearts were extremely frightened.

Even Ye Qingfan, the youngest master of the Wu League, was cut off by Zhao Yi's sword. So what are they in Zhao Yi's eyes?

A group of eight-star warriors stood in front of Zhao Yi. At this moment, they actually felt that they were extremely small.

"I made a mistake, we can't defeat this boy!"

"Stay in the ring and you will definitely die."

"Let's retreat. Although it's embarrassing, saving your life is important!"

At this time, a group of eight-star warriors from the martial arts stage secretly communicated with each other.

So, the group agreed and reached a consensus, and at the same time retreated to rush off the martial arts stage.

Zhao Yi's eyes flashed and he could see through the plans of these eight-star martial artists.

He couldn't help but smile coldly and said, "I want to run for my life? Could it be that you forgot what I said before!"

"This battle is divided into both success and failure, as well as life and death."

"Do you think you can get off the martial arts stage alive?"

Hearing Zhao Yi's words, the eight-star martial artists of the Tianjun Sect's sect's faces suddenly changed.

Someone exclaimed: "Get back!"

"As long as he gets off the ring, he can't attack us."

This is the case with all the people in their hearts.

And it is true. Once they step down, they can be protected by Zhou Yan and the elders of the Tianjun Sect.

If Zhao Yi dared to continue to take action, Zhou Yan and the others would have a reason to take action.

However, Zhao Yi's face showed a cold smile.

At the same time, while he was speaking, he had already raised his sword and took one step.

At this time, the first few eight-star warriors had already reached the edge of the martial arts stage, and they only needed to take another step to leave here.

Thinking that he was about to be safe, these eight-star warriors all showed joy on their faces.

Puff, puff, puff!

However, as soon as they reached out, they suddenly discovered that several sword lights appeared out of thin air and rushed to their front.

At this moment, they had not reacted at all. Their legs were cut off by the sword light and fell down from the stage.

As for their bodies, they were shocked in vain and could no longer stand and fell to the edge of the martial arts stage immediately.

"Ah, my legs!"

It was not until this moment that they reacted and screamed like a pig.

The legs were broken, blood was sprayed, and the pain entered the marrow!

"Whoever dares to take a step out of the ring will break your legs!"

Until this moment, Zhao Yisenran's voice came.

As the sound fell, Zhao Yi was already standing on the edge of the martial arts stage, intercepting the eight-star warriors.

"Zhao Yi, you, you are a demon!"

A group of eight-star warriors, looking at Zhao Yi, were frightened and shouted in fear.

They have always thought that they could return alive in the secret realm of the Heavenly Army Sect, and they were fearless in their hearts.

However, at this moment, they realized that they were outrageously wrong.

Because that place of purgatory is nothing compared to the boy in front of you.

In the secret realm of the Tianjun Sect, they can still see hope.

In front of Zhao Yi, they were not only desperate, but also desperate.

"demon?"

"You guys were wrong!"

Zhao Yi shook his head and said.

Then, his eyes changed in vain and became extremely sharp. At the same time, he spoke coldly: "I am not a devil, I am a killer!"

The sound fell and the sword came out.

The sword shadows are staggered, as fast as thunder.

With each sword, a head flew up and a man died.

Until, he was the only one standing on the martial arts stage.

All around her feet, there were corpses.

"Zhao Yi, I'll fight you!"

However, at this moment, a voice came.

Actually, someone dares to challenge Zhao Yi?

Hearing the sound, everyone woke up from shock and fear.

When I looked at the source of the sound, I realized that He Feng was the speaker.

It turned out to be He Feng, no wonder he dared to challenge Zhao Yi!

If the younger generation, there is only He Feng from the Tianlong Academy of Hongwu Kingdom who dares to challenge Zhao Yi.

He Feng stepped onto the martial arts stage, pointed his sword at Zhao Yi, and said in a cold voice: "Zhao Yi, die!"

(Second update, thank you Orpheus for your reward and support!)
Chapter completed!