Chapter 820

Wang Mang took the black halberd in his hand and squatted slowly, waiting for the evil spirit to rush. When the evil spirit approached, it was the moment when it was gone!

"Roar!" The evil spirit roared angrily and waved his sharp claws to Wang Mang. The halberd with cold light in Wang Mang's hand suddenly waved out, which brought a strong wind tearing the air and suddenly hit the evil spirit!

The sharp halberd blade didn't seem to stay across the evil spirit's black fog body. Only a gust of strong wind caused a little attack on the evil spirit, which made its solid black fog body suddenly darken a lot!

"If one halberd doesn't work, I'll try another halberd to see if it's your tough soul or my tough body!"

Wang Mang, with the power of his halberd, swung his back to meet the evil spirit. His left fist, which had been accumulating power for a long time, hit the evil spirit's head like a thunderbolt!

"Click ~ CLICK!" The evil spirit's ferocious and twisted face suddenly,

from his forehead, a trace of shallow cracks appeared, gradually, the cracks became more solid, like a broken mirror, just a touch, it would collapse instantly!

Looking at this scene, Wang Mang slowly stepped back two steps, and the corner of his mouth showed a grim smile. The halberd in his hand suddenly clenched. Facing the stiff neck of the devil, it was a fast and heavy halberd!

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the waving halberd was like the last straw that killed the camel. After the ghost was hit, his body collapsed like black fog, and the whole Shura field was like hell!

"Hum!" The gold hoop on Wang Mang's wrist suddenly vibrated, and a bright red horizontal bar appeared on the front of the gold hoop.

Wang Mang looked down and showed a smile. He held the gold hoop in his left hand and twisted it violently, and the strength of the confinement in his body instantly recovered 10%!

Xiao Su has already died, and his own strength has been lifted again. This kind of victory is really good!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hundreds of people in the audience stand up spontaneously and clap with reverence. The strong are worthy of respect!

Wang Mang listened to the loud applause and cheers, his eyes could not help a little trance. What is the real meaning of this Shura hall? Is it just a platform for fighting?

In this case, why there were so many spectators? Before Wang Mang could understand the doubts, he heard a loud cry in his ear,

"Wang Mang won two games in a row and was promoted to the next round!" The old man in the blue and white gown, holding a gray bag, yelled and walked slowly towards Wang Mang!

"You have some skills, but you just won two games. You may not be so lucky in the future," said the old man with gloomy eyes, handing his bag to Wang Mang. "This is your reward after victory. Take it!"

With that, he turned around and left, not caring about what Wang Mang thought!

Wang Mang frowned and his deep eyes narrowed. He was staring at the old man's back when he left. He just didn't know if he could kill the referee. He really wanted to blow his head with a halberd!

After the old man left, Wang Mang opened his bag and was ready to see what the reward for victory was!

As soon as he entered his eyes, Wang Mang laughed. He really wanted what he wanted. Is it hard to see that the victory rewards of this Shura field are what the practitioners need most?!