Chapter 1181

When he saw that his opponent was Zhuo Wen, he frowned slightly, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"The second round starts now!"

As soon as Cangjie's master's voice fell, Zhuo Wen and the black man jumped onto the challenge arena, while Yao Zhesheng and another warrior in the later period of Tianzun jumped onto another challenge arena.

Yao Zhesheng's opponent's momentum is obviously much weaker than Yao Zhesheng. After all, Yao Zhesheng is the strong one at the peak of Tianzun. Even if he has the peak combat power, he is only the later stage of Tianzun. How to say, he is unlikely to be Yao Zhesheng's opponent in this battle.

Boom!

At the moment of jumping into the challenge arena, the battle between the two sides started. The terrible yuan force, like ripples in the water, diffused around. The colorful yuan force energy colors overflowed and looked quite dazzling.

Everyone in the audience looked forward to the scene on the challenge arena. They wanted to know who would get the quota of the hero conference.

Of course, most people don't pay much attention to Yao Zhesheng's battle, because they all know that Yao Zhesheng's cultivation is the peak of Tianzun, which will definitely crush the martial artists in the later stage of shangtianzun.

On the contrary, the battle between the black man and Zhuo Wen attracted most of the attention. In the eyes of the public, the two should be a close battle. Generally, this kind of battle is quite wonderful, so the spectators who like to watch the excitement naturally like this kind of battle.

"Have you practiced the secret method of concealing accomplishments?" the black man stared at Zhuo Wen and narrowed his eyes with a dangerous arc.

Zhuo Wen shrugged his shoulders, but did not answer, but said faintly, "come on!"

The man with black strong clothes snorted coldly and said, "my name is Jiang Jie. It's your turn."

"Zhuo Wen!" Zhuo Wen Yan said simply and comprehensively.

However, when Zhuo Wen's voice just fell, Jiang Jie moved, and the speed was fast to the extreme. He directly turned into a black lightning in front of Zhuo Wen. Within half a breath, he unknowingly came to Zhuo Wen's back.

Whoosh!

The Black Dagger snatched out of Jiang Jie's sleeve robe and suddenly glanced at Zhuo Wen's key place. Everything seemed to flow like that.

Looking at Jiang Jie's one-off action, many people under the stage sounded a low cry. Jiang Jie's unexpected attack was really flawless. If they were in Zhuo Wen's situation at the moment, they found that they couldn't hide it at all.

Zhuo Wen stood still and felt the strong wind behind him. He snorted coldly and stepped on the soles of his feet. The whole person was like a big windmill, standing upside down in the air, and the dagger attacked behind Jiang Jie was thrown into the air.

"No!"

When he missed, Jiang Jie's pupils shrunk, so he planned to fly back immediately, but Zhuo Wen naturally couldn't let him succeed.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy."

The indifferent voice came, and then Zhuo Wen fell from the sky. He turned his right palm into a fist and blew it out. The blazing golden awn overflowed like the scorching sun.

The roaring fist wind came face to face, making Jiang Jie's pupils tighten into a needle, whispered, the Black Dagger in his right hand tilted, and the blade of the dagger crossed Zhuo Wen.

Bang!

Facing Jiang Jie's dagger blade, Zhuo Wen didn't hide at all. He held his right fist tightly and blew it up directly. Then a mountain like force broke out. Then Jiang Jie's right hand suddenly bent, and the crisp sound of bone cracking rang through.

"Ah!"

Jiang Jie screamed and hurriedly flew back for dozens of steps. His left hand covered his obviously irregularly bent right hand and stared at Zhuo Wen in front of him. His mood had sunk to a low ebb. In front of him, Zhuo Wen's terrible body and the power of his fist were like a powerful force. He directly crushed him.

This scene was also seen by countless people under the stage, especially when Jiang Jie broke his right hand under the move of Zhuo Wen. Everyone began to talk and whisper. Originally, they thought it was a close battle, but now it seems that it was completely beyond their expectation.

"How strong! The young man named Zhuo Wen's strength is so terrible. At least Jiang Jie is also a martial artist in the later period of Tianzun. He broke his right arm with one move."

"It seems that we all underestimated the strength of the young man in front of us. I'm afraid this son already has the strength to compete with Yao Zhesheng."

The discussion sounded slowly, but Jiang Jie on the challenge arena was as pale as snow, staring at Zhuo Wen and retreating slowly.

"Still need war?" Zhuo Wen walked slowly, his eyes full of indifference.

Jiang Jie frowned slightly, his eyes twinkled, as if he had made up his mind. He snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect your physical strength to be so terrible, but I don't believe you can be faster than me."

"The shadow of ten thousand bats!"

With that, Jiang Jie stepped on the soles of his feet, and suddenly countless bat shadows surrounded him. Then his speed reached the extreme, and disappeared in front of Zhuo Wen in a moment.

"So fast!"

At the moment when Jiang Jie incarnated into the shadow of ten thousand bats, everyone in the audience felt that there was only one flower in front of him, but they couldn't see Jiang Jie's shadow at all. The only thing that could be recognized was the countless shadow of bats, flashing continuously on the whole challenge Arena.

Zhuo Wen stood quietly in the center of the challenge arena and looked around at the countless shadows of bats around him. He frowned slightly, snorted coldly, stepped out with one foot, and photographed the emptiness of his right hand. However, he just threw himself into the air. What he swept was only the shadow of bats.

"Ha ha! You can't match the speed of the shadow of ten thousand bats. What's the use of your strong body? It's useless if you can't hit me."

Among the shadows of countless bats, Jiang Jie's slightly rampant voice sounded like an echo around the challenge arena.

Bang!

At this moment, the battle over Yao Zhesheng has completely ended, and Yao Zhesheng slowly turns around, but his eyes stare at the arena where Zhuo Wen and Jiang Jie are located, holding his shoulders with both hands and watching with great interest.

Just now, Zhuo Wen interrupted Jiang Jie's right hand. Naturally, he also noticed it. He also kept an eye on Zhuo Wen. Although he still didn't see the depth of Zhuo Wen, he guessed that this son's cultivation might be similar to him, probably around the peak of heaven.

"I'm only about 22 years old. Can I reach the peak of heaven?"

He murmured in a low voice. Yao zhe felt a little uncomfortable in his sacred heart, and his eyes were not particularly friendly when he looked at Zhuo Wen. He was the best son of taimen in history. He could be regarded as a top genius in the whole Dacang mansion. If he could surpass him in talent, it was the genius of Dacang mansion. Other forces could not compare with him at all.

Now, a young man four or five years younger than him suddenly appeared, and his cultivation was not weaker than him. Such a situation made Yao Zhesheng, who was arrogant, feel a little unhappy.

"The body method of Jiang Jie's shadow of ten thousand bats has some ways, which Zhuo Wen should not be easy to crack." Cangjie mansion leader also stared at the challenge arena where Zhuo Wen and Jiang Jie are located and muttered in a low voice.

When Jiang Jie confronted Zhuo Wen, he already knew that the victory of this war must be inclined to Zhuo Wen, so he didn't feel any surprise when Zhuo Wen interrupted Jiang Jie's arm.

Whoosh!

Among the shadows of countless bats, a cold awn suddenly swept out, and then swept away at the empress Zhuo Wen's heart. The cold awn was so fast that many martial artists under the stage didn't respond.

However, when the cold light was about to come to Zhuo Wen's heart, Zhuo Wen twisted his waist and stretched out his right hand like a poisonous snake. He immediately clasped an arm, and then made a sudden effort. There was another sound of bone fracture. At the moment of bone fracture, it was accompanied by a sad scream.

"Come down!"

Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice sounded, and then a figure was suddenly pulled out by Zhuo Wen from the shadow of ten thousand bats. Naturally, this figure is Jiang Jie hidden in the shadow of countless bats.

At the moment, Jiang Jie was miserable. Almost all his hands were broken by Zhuo Wen with brute force. He hung down powerlessly and looked miserable.

Bang!

Zhuo Wen threw his right hand at random, threw Jiang Jie to the ground and said indifferently, "are you still going to fight?"

Jiang Jie's whole body trembled and the soles of his feet stepped. He jumped down from the challenge arena directly, and then left Dacang mansion directly. His arms were broken. He really had no face to stay here.

Looking at the crisp Jiang Jie who left, Zhuo Wen showed a indifferent smile on his mouth. Then he raised his eyes and said to Cangjie, "Cangjie house master, should I win this war?"

Cangjie mansion master smiled and said, "that's nature."

Then Cangjie said to the people around him, "the two places have been selected this time, Yao Zhesheng and Zhuo Wen. I think you should have no opinion?"

As soon as this was said, there was silence around, but no one objected. After all, the strength of Yao Zhesheng and Zhuo Wen was obvious to all, and there was really no reason to object.

Looking at the silent people around him, Cangjie smiled and immediately smiled at Zhuo Wen and Yao Zhesheng: "you two come with me. It's time to take you to know the other three."

Yao Zhesheng and Zhuo Wen looked at each other and said nothing to each other, but silently followed behind Cangjie. Yao Zhesheng, the strongest son of Taiyi, had his own pride. Naturally, it was impossible to take the initiative to say hello to Zhuo Wen, while Zhuo Wen did not pay attention to Yao Zhesheng at all. After all, the peak of heaven is nothing in his eyes, so they only saw the atmosphere, It was a rather strange silence.

When Cangjie took Yao Zhesheng and Zhuo Wen away, everyone began to talk in the martial arts field. Many people looked at the back of Yao Zhesheng and Zhuo Wen with envy.

Cangdi four people on the other side of the martial arts arena were discussing something.

"Miss! Since one of the remnant pictures of the Taimo Gate site is on that Zhuo Wen, should we ask the boy?" the old man suddenly asked cangdi.

Cang die shook his head and said, "it's not urgent. Zhuo Wen's talent and combat power are good. It should be of great help to participate in the hero's meeting on behalf of our Dachang mansion this time. If you ask him for the remnant picture, you must have a bad relationship with him, so the matter must be put after the hero's meeting..."