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"It looks good. I don't know how much contribution I can get."

"awesome, awesome!"

The arena is in the corner of the demon Seminary.

The whole arena is huge, just like the Colosseum of the last generation.

In the center of the field, two practitioners are fighting.

"Roar!"

"Is there anyone else who challenges me?"

"Ha ha, those who are below the level of five level martial arts sage, come on, I want to win 30 consecutive games!"

Right now.

In the field, one of the two practitioners who were fighting was killed, and the other roared.

"Wang Meng is too strong. Although he is a second-order martial arts sage, there is no problem in challenging the fourth-order martial arts sage."

"Thirty wins in a row. If he really wins thirty games in a row, his contribution value will add up to 300000!"

Some people are envious.

There are certain rules in the competition field. The strength of all challengers should not be more than three levels different from that of the challenger.

Of course.

The challenger can also take the initiative to fight with stronger people.

In the competition field, the more consecutive wins, the more contribution value you get.

"The five level martial arts sage does not come out, he wins 30 games in a row, there is no problem at all."

"I just don't know if he will challenge a stronger cultivator."

Some people are very curious.

Some of the five level martial saints here are also eager to fight that Wang Meng.

"Who will? Hurry up

"If anyone wins me, I'll give him all my contribution value!"

"This last game, I'll bet everything!"

This way.

Wang Meng was in the field, looking around at the practitioners in the stands.

The corner of his mouth is very high.

Tone, full of arrogance!

"Total contribution value? His contribution value is at least 100000. If he wins, he will win! "

"It's worth 100000 yuan. You can enter those five level secret places 20 or 30 times."

"What's more, after finishing his 30 consecutive victories, he can get at least 100000, which adds up to 200000!"

The crowd roared.

Those practitioners, one by one, have bright eyes.

"Fart!"

"To go up is to seek death. Who is his opponent under the five level martial arts sage?"

However.

There are also people who are very calm. As soon as they speak, those people with bright eyes will tremble.

29 wins in a row!

This rarely happens in the arena.

It's enough to see how powerful Wang Meng is. When they go up, they are definitely looking for death.

"Total contribution value, right?"

"Come on, brother!"

All of a sudden.

A very arrogant voice, over those noisy practitioners, sounded in the arena.

I can only see.

Lu Zixuan strode to the center of the competition field, carrying the purgatory magic knife, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Contribution value!

More than 200000 contribution value!

"Ha ha..."

"Emperor Wu? Or Emperor Wu of the eighth order? "

"Wang dares to challenge, isn't he impatient?"

On the competition field, some people couldn't help laughing.

"Eight rank Emperor Wu, dare to challenge Wang Meng, ha ha..."

"Wang Meng's strength is almost invincible under the five level martial arts sage. How dare you challenge him?"

"Boy, are you in the wrong place?"

"Are you teasing me?"

"Ha ha, are you here to be funny? We don't need cheerleaders, let alone you to be funny. "

Everyone here is laughing.

Lu Zixuan for the strength of the fundamental disdain.

"It seems that they didn't recognize Laozi!"

"I like it!"

"Laugh, just laugh. I'll step on all of you later!"

This way.

Lu Zixuan sneered in his heart.

Laugh at me?

OK, just laugh at it. I'll step on all of you with my strength.

"Little guy, get out of my way. I don't want to fight with rubbish like you in my last game."

"Your strength is not enough for me."

"Besides, how much contribution can you make?"

Wang Meng is very disdainful, does not put Lu Zixuan in the eye at all.

His eyes fall on Lu Zixuan's body, despise a way."Is it?"

"You're acting like a bully, but you've got the wrong person to act like a bully in front of me!"

"Fool, let's fight. If you win, you'll take the knife!"

"I don't know if Laozi's God level three grade purgatory magic sword is enough!"

At this time.

Lu Zixuan's palm moved fiercely, and let the purgatory magic knife on his shoulder insert on the ground with a bang.

He cried.

"That knife is the third grade of God?"

"Lying trough, cow force, that kid is upstart unexpectedly!"

"Boy, get out of here. How about I fight with you?"

"I'll do it!"

"And me, too!"

Purgatory magic sword, is inserted on the ground, the true Qi is poured in, and the Dao Qi is everywhere here.

God level three grade four words, the public's eyes, all attracted to come over, let their breathing, are impatient.

God level weapon!

Even the demon Seminary, there are few.

Now it was taken out by a boy who had only eight ranks of Emperor Wu. It was still taken out in such a place, and he wanted to challenge others!

The trough!

This is exactly to give away the divine weapon.

"Boy, what I just said is still true?"

"If you do, fight with me quickly!"

The crowd was boiling and Wang Meng was in a hurry.

For fear of being late, Lu Zixuan will regret it and fight with others.

At that time, he couldn't get the hair of the God level sword.

"Of course not!"

"Fool, let's start!"

Lu Zixuan can't wait.

"Ha ha!"

"Your long knife is mine!"

Wang Meng roared excitedly.

As soon as his voice fell, a huge hammer in his hand hit Lu Zixuan with a bang.

Stride at the foot, carrying a strong force.

This is his all-out strike to kill Lu Zixuan and occupy the purgatory magic sword.

"That's it?"

"Level 4 rage!"

"Purgatory sword!"

"Purgatory sword, dragon drill!"

Lu Zixuan disdains the way.

The purgatory magic knife was tightly held in his hand. The purgatory sword was driven out, and a huge light came out from the purgatory magic knife.

"Boom!"

The long sword collided with the huge hammer, making a dull roar.

Then, the Dragon drill down, Lu Zixuan through the attack, directly appeared in front of Wang Meng.

Purgatory sword, continue to cut.

"Poof

The black-and-white magic flame of Shenlian wound around it and turned into a sharp light.

Wang Meng's pupils suddenly shrank, trying to dodge.

But.

Lu Zixuan's speed is too fast to give him any chance to escape.

With a puff, Wang Meng's body was cut in half from the middle.

Blood, suddenly burst out here.

But at the next moment, he was quickly absorbed and swallowed up by the purgatory magic knife.

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