"No……"

The demon sable screamed, and his body flew backwards, colliding with the space crack.

Silently, the huge body broke into two directly.

Gradually, the bloody body of the two halves gradually shrank and turned into a human-shaped corpse.

A domain king of the Ministry of War fell on the gladiatorial stage, leaving only one head and a pair of combat boots.

Everyone took a breath of cold air and stared at Zhang Ruochen standing above in shock. He is really just a first-level half-saint?

"His strength is actually so powerful." Wang Jie's face became quite gloomy.

"I didn't use the Thousand-Striped Destruction Power, so I was so strong?"

Ten thousand bien's brows frowned, and he was a little surprised. After all, with his talent and opportunity, he was much worse than Zhang Ruochen when he was a first-level half-saint.

If one day breaks through the holy realm, Zhang Ruochen's limelight will definitely surpass all the heroes in the world.

But will Zhang Ruochen have that day?

"Wow—"

Wang Pu's holy soul flew out from his eyebrows and rushed out of the gladiatorium.

However, Zhang Ruochen took the initiative first and used the Ruyi Vase to put the holy soul into the bottle.

Below, Feng Qin roared, "Zhang Ruochen, you are too cruel and ruthless. Not only did you kill Diao Demon King, but you didn't even let go of his holy soul?"

Zhang Ruochen held the Ruyi Vase with his hand and said lightly: "I have said a long time ago that if anyone climbs onto the Fighting Platform today, it will be a dead end. It is best for everyone to think clearly and then climb up."

"If you die in my hands, I will definitely send your holy soul into the Heavenly Prison of Nirvana, suffer from 108 kinds of torture, and will never be able to reincarnate." Feng Qin's eyes burst out with dense blood, and he will climb to the battle stage to duel with Zhang Ruochen.

Wan Zhuoyi reminded him, saying: "Zhang Ruochen's power is equivalent to a cultivator in the early stage of the sixth-level half-saint. However, he can mobilize the power of space and use methods to change directions, tear up space..., etc., which are unpredictable."

"It is best to be careful when fighting him, pay attention to the fluctuations in the surrounding space, and never capsize in the gutter like Wang Pu."

"clear."

Feng Qin responded, then signed a life-and-death contract, stepped on the ground, and rushed to the gladiatorium.

This time, no one competed with Fengqin.

After all, everyone clearly saw that in the battle just now, Zhang Ruochen was definitely a tough guy, and not anyone could control it.

A powerful red holy light radiated from Fengqin's body, like a cloud of flames, flying above Zhang Ruochen's head.

Immediately afterwards, a red fist print suddenly hit Zhang Ruochen's head.

The boxing technique produced by Feng Qin is called the Hundred Battles Bull Demon Fist. There are a total of 100 moves, which is an extremely domineering skill. Compared with the holy technique, it is only apart.

"Yujing War God."

One punch was hit, and the sound of a deafening punch burst was made.

Fortunately, there are soundproof formations arranged in all directions of the Gladiator Platform. Otherwise, just the sound of a fist explosion can shatter the eardrums of the monks of the ancient clan of the Prison-Suppressing Clan.

You know, Wang Pu just broke through to the sixth level half-saint, and was already a very difficult character to deal with. He forced Zhang Ruochen to use the space crack before killing him.
Chapter completed!