Chapter 2381

Meng Yi's figure flashed more than ten meters away, and his eyes fell on the long knife and the masked man holding the long knife.

As for the wound on his left arm, since the injury started, Meng Yi didn't even look at it, as if it wasn't his body that was injured.

This kind of wound is already commonplace for the members of the law enforcement team, and even the wounds caused by usual training are much more serious than this.

"Your tortoise-like speed, I advise you to roll down as soon as possible, so as not to get hurt. In the ring of the Nanchang Conference, you don't have to be responsible for your life!" He easily held it in his hand, and pointed the blade at Meng Yi.

"Is it……"

Meng Yi squinted his eyes, and withdrew all the blood and murderous aura around his body, but his aura was raised to a higher level!

Everyone's eyes blurred, Meng Yi's figure had disappeared from the spot, and there was a slight rustling sound from above the ring.

"Huh?" The masked man caught Meng Yi's movements, raised his brows exposed outside, and the surprise flashed in his eyes. Obviously, Meng Yi's current speed is somewhat beyond his expectation.

Xuan Yungu's attack was originally good at speed, which can surprise the masked man, which shows how fast Meng Yi is now!

Clang! Meng Yi's scimitar collided with the masked man's long knife, and a murderous intent burst out in the eyes of both of them at the same time.

in the audience.

Nanyang Temple is also paying attention to the duel in the field. The old man looked at Meng Yi and said again, "This man is not simple. The one who duels with him is Xuan Zhantian, who is known as the number one sharp sword in Nanchang. not simple."

Nanyang Ze looked at Meng Yi's movement and narrowed his eyes slightly, but this time he did not refute the old man's words.

The battle between Meng Yi and Xuan Zhantian was somewhat beyond people's expectations. Other spirit masters came to the stage. In order to save their spiritual energy for the next match, most of them fought with each other for a few moves and then separated, and then fought again.

But Meng Yi and Xuan Zhantian are all fighting, fighting like swords and swords! This style of play has always been in a state of high tension on both sides, which consumes a lot of spiritual power, and it also places a heavy load on mental power.

Both sides are in the realm of the mysterious spirit, and whoever makes a mistake first will probably become the soul of the opponent's sword first.

The most surprising thing was Xuan Zhantian, he was the number one sharp sword in Nanchang, before he took the stage, he never thought that anyone of his generation in the Xuanling realm could compete with him!

Swish!

The long knife was pulled horizontally, and the entangled figures separated, and there was another wound on Meng Yi's arm.

Meng Yi tipped his toes, and his figure floated ten meters backwards. Just as he landed, a violent spiritual wind swept over, and Meng Yi's clothes were split into more than a dozen holes. Although Meng Yi himself was not hurt, the broken clothes were also speechless. Tell everyone, the danger of the fight just now.

Especially on the chest, abdomen and ribs, the clothes have become rags, if Meng Yi has just slowed down, the consequences can be imagined.

"The strength is good, are you interested in joining Xuanyun Valley?" Xuan Zhantian looked at Meng Yi, and began to solicit in his mouth.

Meng Yi still didn't answer, he slowly raised his left hand and clasped it on his shoulder.

With a hiss, Meng Yi tore off the broken shirt, exposing his scarred body to the sun, with the scars, he could not help but tighten his breath.

Xuan Zhantian's gaze shrank for a while, seeing the scars on Meng Yi's body, four words flashed in Xuan Zhantian's mind, experienced in hundreds of battles!

"It seems that you will never die with me."