The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 279 Victory!
In the eyes of low-level warriors, Ji Chuan was like a god possessed by a demon, devouring the sky and devouring the earth, shocking the audience.

The crimson blade landed in front of Ji Chuan. Several casual cultivators who were about to squeeze into the wind and cloud ring shrank their pupils suddenly, looked at the corpse under their feet, stopped their raised feet, and their faces were pale.

For a while, neither advancing nor retreating!
"choke!"

The sound of sheathing made the hearts of the people in front of Ji Chuan tense, and their faces turned paler, as pale as paper. They thought that killing one was not enough, so they killed them all.

Facing Ji Chuan, who was like a god and demon, these casual warriors were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their majestic aura of devouring heaven and earth made them unable to summon up the courage to fight.

"When you go back, Jin Yiwei will arrange for you, and there are those who break the rules, there are people like this." Ji Chuan's indifferent eyes wandered around the square, pointing to the corpse lying on the ground with lingering warmth , said coldly.

They looked at Ji Chuan with disdain, hatred, and even more fear...all fell into Ji Chuan's eyes.

"Yes, Master Ji!" Everyone bowed quickly as if they were pardoned, for fear that Ji Chuan would repent, and no one here would uphold justice for them.

They are like rootless ducklings, floating around, participating in this extremely dangerous situation is really helpless.

Even if sect disciples are allowed to participate, those sect disciples will probably dismiss them. Although the rewards are generous, life is more important.

The Fengyun competition has just started, and people have already started to die. There are so many casual martial arts practitioners under the ring, it is not known how many of them will survive.

Afterwards, Ji Chuan stepped back and made way for the road.

At this time, no one dared to rush forward, and they all boarded Fengyun Arena in an orderly manner under the arrangement of Jin Yiwei Tiqi.

"Hey, I didn't expect such a good luck to be met by me." A middle-aged man with a beard smiled, walked onto the ring, looked at the loose martial artist in front of him, panting, and secretly sighed at his luck. not bad.

Mu Jiu was at the side, and suddenly reminded: "Fengyun is on the stage, life or death is irrelevant, if you can't support, you can admit defeat in advance, don't try to be brave and lose your life."

The fierce martial artist from the previous round took a deep breath to calm down the turbulent Qi in his body, and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin!"

Where did he need to remind, the middle-aged man with a beard pulled out a machete from his back, and slashed down at the stalwart warrior, showing no intention of showing mercy.

The strong wind howled towards the elite warrior, and the elite warrior's eyes froze, as if making up his mind, he suddenly slapped his chest with his left palm.

"puff!"

The stalwart martial artist's qi and blood were shaking, but with a slap of his palm, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and his breath quickly weakened.

"Huh? Self-mutilation? Isn't it crazy?" The middle-aged man with a beard showed a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't bother.

Come to the world with one knife!

If he was hit by this knife, I believe that the strong outsider but capable warrior in front of him would not be able to take it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a victorious smile.

"Hehe, this person is going to be in trouble." On the judging stage of Fengyun Ring, Xiao Zhan watched the two fight and said with a smile.

Xi Feng was beside him, and nodded in agreement.

As for the remaining three princes, they didn't know what Xiao Zhan was laughing at, and who else was unlucky. They were confused, but they didn't dare to ask more questions, so they could only focus on the field.

"Huh? Is this a secret method?"

The aura of the stalwart warrior gradually became stronger and weakened faster than at the beginning. This point could not be concealed from Ji Chuan's spiritual perception, so he murmured.

Secret techniques are not martial arts.But in the arena, it has a pivotal position, and it is more domineering than martial arts. Of course, the fatal flaw is that it hurts too much, which is actually a self-harm move.

Through self-mutilation, stimulating one's own potential, in exchange for a short-term increase in strength, most people would not do such a thing of drinking poison to quench thirst.

In Ji Chuan's opinion, it's really not worth using the secret technique in exchange for a round of victories, even if you win, it will only survive two rounds, and you will never have the power to fight again.

Moreover, the secret method is completely an act of self-destruction of the city wall.

However, Ji Chuan is not a good person, so naturally he won't remind him, and if he didn't see Mu Jiu, he would turn a blind eye and just sit on the sidelines?
It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the breath of that stalwart warrior was extremely weak, and then his breath rebounded suddenly as if he was stimulated by something.

"boom……"

Acquired state... Acquired peak... Congenital early stage... Congenital middle stage... Congenital late stage...

Seemingly endless, the mighty martial artist's aura climbed all the way until he could barely stop at the innate peak, which had already surpassed his own mid-innate strength.

It can be seen that the efficacy of this secret method cannot be underestimated.

When the middle-aged man with a beard saw this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were filled with horror. He never expected that this man could increase his strength by several levels in an instant.

"I think……"

At this moment, the middle-aged man immediately knew that he was no match, but his moves were too old, and it was impossible to retreat again. In desperation, he hurriedly prepared to admit defeat.

However, it was too late...

The fierce warrior stabbed out with a sword at an extremely strange and tricky angle, and his figure disappeared in an instant. He saw Hao Ran standing behind the middle-aged man again.

"Uh, so fast!" The man in the middle opened his eyes angrily, and there was a small wound on his throat, with blood gurgling out, seemingly unable to stop no matter what.

In an instant, the stalwart warrior pierced through the middle-aged man's body, tearing his throat with a sword.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with remorse, unwillingness, and bewilderment, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The whole place is silent!

Everyone stared blankly at the powerful martial artist on the field who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. At this moment, no one dared to underestimate him.

The first battle became famous, and the first battle proved himself.

Even though he was extremely weak at this time, no one dared to underestimate him this time. The overturning of the gutter did not exist, and the scene just now proved it.

"Ahem..." The stalwart warrior coughed violently, splashing blood all over the ground, and his face turned even paler.

Mu Jiu was not in a hurry to announce that he was giving this stalwart warrior some time to recuperate from his injuries. As the host, he still had the right to do so.

"The next round, I won't participate in the next round, quit!" The elite warrior didn't try to be brave at the moment, and after two rounds, he still relied on secret techniques. If he continued, it would be bad luck.

He is not a fool, so naturally he will not be stunned, continue to compete and lose his life in vain.

Several other arenas have ended one after another, and the next round is already underway.

Mu Jiu nodded and said, "Go and register!"

Fengyun Lei did not register warriors before, and only those who survived a round and survived would be registered in the register, and the number of rounds won would be recorded at the same time.

At that time, rely on the victory round to select, respect the strength, and keep some people after comprehensive consideration.

If you perform well in the middle, you may be valued by some judges, and you can join the imperial court, even if you fail.

Glory to defeat!

After all, to be valued by the judges, not everyone can do it, they must have unique specialties, otherwise it is better to choose a powerful casual martial artist.

(End of this chapter)