The short-haired boy curled his lips again.

"Let's do this. If you beat them both one by one, the odds will remain the same."

Another Holy Land genius, a tall and thin young man, said with a smile.

"Ah? One against two?"

Several referees looked surprised.

After all, Lingdian is officially the banker. If you lose, the loss will be huge.

Several people's eyes turned to a black-faced old man in the arena. This man was obviously the person in charge of the arena, and his aura was approaching that of a virtual god realm king.

"Can."

The dark-faced old man took a deep look at the tall, thin young man.

"Haha, that's still a bit challenging, so you two can do it together."

The short-haired boy grinned.

What one beats two?

Everyone was startled, and then the whole place erupted in excitement.

"quick"

"Bet quickly"

At this time, the short-haired boy's odds reached more than 1 to 30.

too crazy

More and more people are participating in betting.

After all, there are two people in the late stage of Xiaodanyuan realm this time, and one of them is still at the peak.

"Tiangang Shattering Star Technique"

On the arena, the short-haired boy was full of fighting spirit, the light of his fists and the wind became more condensed, revealing wisps of ancient bloodline.

Nine Swords of Changing Heaven

Shifang Duozunquan

The man in purple armor and the middle-aged man with a fat face and big ears struck coldly, with mockery in his eyes.

As soon as these two people came out, they joined forces to attack, and their moves were linked to each other, taking care of each other, and the killing moves were continuous.

"I remembered that these two people are the 'Two Masters of Purple Master'. They are especially good at teaming up to attack. They once joined forces to resist the Great Alchemy Realm Lord for a moment."

"Purple Master's two skills? It's actually these two guys."

The expressions of all those watching the battle became even more excited.

Zizun Erjue

It turns out that the purple-armored man and the fat-faced middle-aged man with big ears are a duo who have a tacit understanding and have always been on the same page.

"These 'Purple Masters and Two Jue', together, their combat power is approaching the Great Alchemy Realm."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but be speechless.

Without using the Divine Eyes and cursing hundreds of corpses, he would probably not be a match for the two of them together. With the addition of the Skeleton Hall Master, the outcome would only be a 50-50 outcome.

after all.

The two unique martial arts and combat skills of Zizun complement each other, and they also have earth-level magic weapons.

Cry, boom, boom—

The battle on the arena is intertwined.

Although the short-haired boy has inherited combat skills and is extremely talented, after all, his cultivation level is quite different from the two.

Between the early stage of the Xiaodan Yuan realm and the later peak, under normal circumstances, the amount of true energy in the body can differ by two or three times, and the intensity also varies.

"This little boy really beat us both, and he was so fierce."

"It's a pity that his cultivation is not enough. If it is the middle stage of Xiaodanyuan, we may lose."

There was a faint smile on the face of Zizun Erjue. He was not in a hurry to win, and was slowly consuming the short-haired boy's true energy.

snort

The short-haired boy's face darkened slightly, and he could no longer suppress these two people.

"open"

The short-haired boy raised his arms, and an ancient and domineering bloodline aura surged through his body.

Suddenly, the skin and flesh all over its body condensed into a dark and primitive texture, as if it were the skin of some kind of wild creature. It was thick and hard, not like skin but not skin, not like scales but not scales, and even had the texture of a carapace.

"Junior Brother Jiang, no"

The tall and thin young man on the other side changed his expression.

"That breath of blood..."

The two masters of Zizun both felt a sense of suffocation, with fear coming from their hearts, souls, and blood.

Puff, boom

The two men's attacks still enveloped and submerged the short-haired boy.

The short-haired boy was trying his best to activate the blood power deep in his body. He didn't dodge or defend at all.

"ah"

Everyone on the field screamed and couldn't bear to witness it.

Rumble

The short-haired boy remained motionless. He stood there like a giant beast standing proudly in the wilderness, exuding a thrilling aura of wilderness.

laugh

A bloodstain as thin as a fingernail was left on his body surface, which quickly healed. The texture was dark and simple, rough and thick.

"How can this be"

The two masters of Zizun lost their voices in shock. The attacks they jointly launched were always invincible under the Great Alchemy Realm, and no one could be spared.

"what happened……"

Moreover, their bodies, flesh, and even their souls and consciousness trembled instinctively.

Unconsciously.

The knees of "Zizun Erjue" were already half bent, and he was about to kneel down in worship, with an inexplicable and uneasy look of fear on his face.

At the same moment.

There were many spectators in the audience, even those on the periphery, whose hearts, souls, and flesh were inexplicably trembling with uneasiness.

"how come……"

Zhao Feng felt that his blood was trembling faintly, and the little thieving cat on his shoulder showed a rare hint of solemnity.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

Some strong men whose cultivation levels were lower than the peak of Allah knelt directly on the ground.

Including several crew members around Zhao Feng, Loulan Zhishui's face was red from suppressing her emotions, her delicate body was shaking slightly, and she was unsteady on her feet.

"That bloodline aura, could it be the 'Ancient Ranking of Ten Thousand Races..."
Chapter completed!