The first day of the rematch brought not only exciting battles, but also powerful damage caused by the fierce battles of the players.

After entering the holy level master, the destructive power will increase exponentially. Although Wuming's previous holy level opponents did not make any damage, it was not that they had no strength, but that the opponent they encountered was Wuming. Such a strong fighting man who likes to determine victory or defeat in a life-and-death battle will not give them the chance to destroy the environment.

When the opponents of the Sword Saint, Fight Saint, and Magic are no longer people like Wuming, the destructive power generated by their fierce battles cannot be underestimated.

In the first day of the rematch alone, the six-piece arena was destroyed. Fortunately, the imperial capital is the center of the Shenlong Kingdom, and there are more craftsmen here. After a night of emergency repairs, the six-piece arena was a bit worse in decoration, but in other aspects, it barely met the standard.

In order to ensure that the ring can withstand the next battle, Zhao Wuji will draw a group of craftsmen from the surrounding cities and come over overnight, ready to repair the ring overnight.

The imperial capital, which was excited all night, was not as calm as before.

When people opened the newspaper and found that the military championship was in full swing but did not occupy the front page, people were surprised at first, and when they finished reading the front page, they were even more surprised and stunned.

Just last night, all thirteen families died inexplicably on the private houses on a street in the imperial capital. The reason why the newspaper used it as inexplicable was that these people died very quietly and could not find out what the situations of these people died from.

The rooms in Thirteen Houses are very neat. There is no fighting scene at all, nor is there any appearance of robbing the chaotic room.

Why kill people? Revenge? Or other reasons?

Most people who saw the newspaper were speculating about what was going on? The police department of the imperial capital was even more confused about this matter. When the military's No. 1 Masters Championship attracted the attention of everyone in the Eastern Continent, such a thing happened. If the Dragon Kingdom could not find the murderer, how could it be?

Disaster. It seems that it is! It is indeed a bunch of mentally problematic things! Is it a demonstration before the fierce battle? Or is it just a simple attempt to kill someone?

Wuming threw away the newspaper in his hand with a cold face, grabbed Qiankang Knife and Qiang Bow, and walked out of the room.

Li Jia had already been riding on Yufeng's back with a little apple in his arms and waiting in the center of the yard.

Today's newspaper. Li Jia has also read it. She also heard Han Xing's dialect clearly last night. The mysterious geological disaster finally appeared!

"Yufeng, venue." Wuming gave a simple order, and a trace of cold murderous aura slowly surged out of his body.

The arena was filled with spectators early, and some people even had a night of partying without a break, so they rushed here to watch the battle that stimulated their emotions.

Sima Wudi sat on the commentary table with a tired look on his face, different from yesterday. Today, there were two young and beautiful beauties beside him. He snuggled tightly beside the playboy, looking ambiguous.

It is no secret that nobles and women play in the entire Shenlong Kingdom. But after all, most people still care about the face of nobles. When playing with women, they always play at home or at banquets. A freak like Sima Wudi who does not take the reputation of nobles at all, openly shows up with two women. It can almost be said that it is unique.

Many people were secretly guessing how long this Sima Family Prince can last until she is driven out of the family by the Sima Family?

After watching Sima Wudi's performance, people stared at the ring in Wuming.

Today's Wuming's opponent is just like Wang Ruolin yesterday, and he is very unknown opponent: Zhan Tong, who comes from a member of the lower-level army.

The Zhan Child standing on the ring looks a little thin. If he is placed in an ordinary group, it will be difficult for such a man to attract other people's attention.

Not only is he extremely ordinary, but his aura is not as good as Wang Ruolin who was so powerful yesterday. Not only does he have any fighting spirit in this man, no one can even feel that he has the slightest fighting spirit.

If it weren't for this war boy, there would occasionally be a few evil smiles on his face, and many people would think that this was just a puppet made by a puppet master.

After observing the war kid, people began to look for Wuming figure. Most of them focused on Wuming's contestants' passage, looking forward to the general who brought them a wonderful scene yesterday and showed their invincible strength again today. Lin Lei

A dragon roar suddenly rang over the arena, and people looked up in the sound.

Hanging high in the center of the sun in the sky, a small black dot is rapidly expanding, and in the blink of an eye, the black dot has revealed its original body.

Dragon! Wingdragon!

Only then did people suddenly remember that the nameless general was still a dragon knight who was not a dragon knight.

The rapid landing of the pterosaur immediately brought about a strong wind. People were once again stunned by Wuming's appearance.

This is a pterodactyl? When did there be such a big pterodactyl in the world? They are obviously pterodactyls, why is the Wuming rider so special? Is it because he is Wuming?

Wuming turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, patted the dragon's head gently, and Yufeng roared and took off again. However, this time the position was no longer high above the altitude, but a seat in the audience seat, where a group of soldiers were sitting, with the protection of Wei Dehai and others. It was not so easy to hurt the apple.

"Oh my God! Is General Wuming here to hunt today?" Sima Wudi immediately became excited when he saw Wuming: "The wide-back hunting knife, the black longbow used for hunting has a pot of long arrows! General Wuming, this is a ring, not the forest where you live."

The audience was amused by Sima Wudi's words, and hundreds of fruits were smashed from the audience. Sima Wudi, who was in the magic protection cover, was naturally not afraid of the fruits falling on his body. He couldn't see the soldiers venting their dissatisfaction with the apples, and continued his excited commentary.

Wuming walked slowly onto the ring, looked at the opponent in front of him for a long time, and said coldly: "Disaster?"

Zhan Tong's mouth became O-shaped, with a strange light passing through his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed particularly evil. He stretched his hands gently to both sides and said very casually: "I didn't expect. You have a very good news."

"Thirteen families on the street, are you killing the land?" Wuming's voice was not loud. Except for the nearby referee who could hear it, the others could not hear clearly what Wuming was saying.

"That's right." Zhan Tong nodded frankly: "I will use disaster to kill the land."

"Why?" Wuming frowned: "It's just to demonstrate to me?"

"Demonstration? No, no..." Zhan Tong shook his index finger gently: "Disaster. There is no need to demonstrate to anyone. I killed them because I was passing by."

"It's that simple?"

Zhan Tong smiled strangely: "It's just a murder, it requires a very complicated reason? Isn't that very tired?"

"Psychological, madman!"

"Psychological pervert? What is that? Madman? In our opinion, you are madmen." Zhan Tong smiled sinisterly: "This world is killing people every day. If you want a reason, then will you be exhausted?"

"Very good, so I'll have a clear idea."

"Really? Do you think we have a good idea? So, you have a little potential to enter our disaster. Unfortunately... you are too old..."

"Referee." Wuming glanced at other rings that had already started: "Isn't the start yet?"

"Ah? Yes..." The referee nodded quickly, and before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhan Tong smiled calmly: "Sorry, I accidentally killed the referee."

Wuming frowned slightly. Even if the fifth-level powerful man Shi Dakai took action, he could see the other party's movements clearly. Zhan Tong had indeed not moved just now. There was no trace of murderous aura.

"What? Are you scared? Can't figure out how I killed someone?" Zhan Tong slowly took out three short sticks and slowly picked them up together to form a pitch-black long stick: "I heard that you are known as the number one master of the younger generation. So how about letting you die more decent?"

Without waiting for Wuming to speak, Zhan Tong's body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Wuming. The long stick in his hand was dotted in the air. In the blink of an eye, countless black dots flashed in the air.

There was no fighting spirit, no fighting spirit, nor any ancient true energy, as if it was completely expressed by the speed and power of the muscles. Wuming glanced at the flying stick shadow, stretched out his index finger and middle finger of his right hand and squeezed it in the air. The shadow of the stick disappeared, and the dark long stick was steadily clamped in Wuming's hand.

Before Zhan Tong could react, Wuming's wrist trembled, and his power, which was not inferior to Bimon, suddenly exploded. Zhan Tong felt a burst of heat in his palms, and the stick had already flew out of his hands, and his body was even led forward.

Zhan Tong, who had lost his balance, was not panicked at all on his face, and his evil smile was still hanging at the corner of his mouth. His right hand holding the stick suddenly turned, and countless thin steel needles popped out of the stick's body instantly. The nameless fingers that clamped the stick's head heated up, and a few drops of blood flowed out along the stick.

"I didn't expect it?" Zhan Tong patted the stick in his hand and chuckled, "The man just now was actually poisoned to death. Disaster, his best method is plague and poison. The poison on the needle tip is not something that makes people die quickly, but something that makes people die after listening to me. Now, you can close your eyes, the number one master of the younger generation, the nameless general."

"Unexpectedly." Wuming flipped his wrist and powerful force exploded again. Zhan Tong, who was holding the stick, flew out. The black stick rolled in the air and inserted it on the wall of the audience.

"I really didn't expect it." Wuming said as he walked forward: "The disaster of the eight major forces is so weak. Apart from slaughtering civilians, it seems that you have no ability."

Wuming's face was extremely cold, colder than at any time. Every step was slow and steady. The air was filled with amazing murderous aura. His eyes were turning red little by little. The blood-colored death god in Xin Zhancheng was reviving from his body bit by bit.

Zhan Tong showed a hint of surprise on his face. According to calculations, even if the strongest benevolent at the fourth-level peak body was infected with such poison, he could only live a few more breaths at most, and his body had no strength at all. Why did Wuming, who looked no different from an ordinary person, actually had such a strong power after being poisoned?

Damn it! Damn it! After every breath, Zhan Tong was shouting wildly in his heart.

Wuming was still walking slowly, obviously not using Vajra Power. But in the eyes of Zhan Tongdi, Wuming's figure was rapidly getting bigger. It was a complete mental suppression. Only the previous generation of masters in the disaster had made him feel it.

"ah

Zhan Tong had no time to get rid of his poison at all, why didn't he work? He finally used the Dou Qi with a roar. The fourth-level Dou Qi had just exploded from his body.

Wuming quickly took off the strong bow from his body. The perfect Vajra Power level was instantly formed, and the strong bow was instantly pulled into a crescent moon. The stainless steel dragon-tooth arrow made from Uncle Sam from the dwarf turned on the bowstring, and the cold arrow emitted a circle of airflow formed by the ancient Dou Qi.

Zhan Tong's fighting spirit has not yet been fully unfolded, and a long sword that is faster than lightning in the eyes of ordinary people was shot out. The powerful force of this powerful bow and the steel dragon-tooth arrow is too great. A few masters can see it very clearly. Wherever the steel dragon-tooth arrows fly out, there is a translucent air tunnel with the thickness of an ordinary person's arms in the air.

Facing the steel dragon-tooth arrow, Zhan Tong didn't even have time to dodge his mind. The arrow had already touched his skin.

The nameless strong bow is made very purposefully, the moment the arrow leaves the bowstring, the speed of the arrow can reach the strongest speed.

The distance between the two was too close, and Zhan Tong was extremely unlucky. He never thought that Wuming was so skillful in controlling the fourth-level power. He was several times faster than his gathering of all his strength.

At such a close distance, even if all the fighting spirit burst out, they may not be able to escape this arrow. What's more, the war boy who has not yet raised all his strength.

Before the audience could react, Zhan Tong had already bumped into the stone wall under the audience.

Unlike Wang Ruolin last time, during the impact, a stone wall suddenly shook, as if there was an explosive magic hidden in the stone wall earlier. Countless stones as big as fists rushed into the air, and the roar was like hundreds of thunders crackling under the quiet night sky. The audience who were closer thought that an earthquake or something happened. At the same time, they hurriedly covered their ears, for fear that the roar would break their ears.

Wuming's power with anger not only shocked all the audience, but also the young masters' pupils almost shrank, and the muscles on several people's faces were constantly twitching.

Is this still a human? From urging all your strength to shooting arrows, the other party doesn’t even have the speed of reaction!

Although no one would have thought that Wuming would use the method of shooting arrows and hiding, it was usually difficult to hide, Wuming's arrow was so fast that he didn't even have the effort to blink his eyelids.

No wonder, no wonder Wuming dared to use two secret techniques in the previous battle, and this attack method is more terrifying than the previous two.

Those two types of people are to hurt people. This kind of life-threatening style of fighting. How did that war boy provoke Wuming? He actually let him kill people in public?

If this kind of attack method is used on the battlefield..., then it is really not a dream to take the head of an enemy general among all troops.

Although magicians can also conduct long-range attacks, the large-scale fluctuations of magic power can easily make people alert. Wuming's archery technique is definitely the ultimate killing method on the battlefield that everyone cannot defend against.

Hurry, Hurry

The thick wall below the audience kept falling stones, and the smoke and dust were dissipating little by little. People were speculating whether the person who was hit by Wuming's arrow still had the possibility of living.

"Did you see it! Did you see it!" Before I could see it clearly, Sima Wudi jumped up excitedly: "Everyone! How about it! Who will despise me now? Who will look down on me! Praise me! Look at how foresighted I am! If I anger the nameless general in the battle, you will lose one of the greatest commentator!"

After hearing Sima Wudi's shouting, everyone didn't know for a moment that they should praise this person foresight or that this person was too thick-skinned.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated at this time. In the pit with a diameter of more than three meters, Zhan Tong, the fourth-level powerful man, seemed to be completely unable to be called a person at this time.

There was a pile of rotten flesh covered with blood in the pit. Zhan Tong's internal organs were completely turned out, and the broken bones pierced the skin and exposed the thick white.

The person who saw this scene was better than brave, but his face was a little pale, and the less courageous one vomited on the spot.

Is this the damage caused by bows and arrows? Is this the damage caused by bows and arrows to a fourth-level strongman? Almost everyone was stunned.
To be continued...