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Chapter 1031 Out of Control
The sword light flashed, and a splash of bright red splashed in the field, accompanied by the sound of the body falling to the ground.

Zhan Fu not far away, the depth in his eyes no longer exists, replaced by shock and anger.

His son, Zhan Fei, was dead, and he died without any resistance.In the early stage of the Extreme Realm, he was like a weak little chick. With just one move, the sword in his hand was taken away, and his throat was cut off by the way.

It was as if he offered to give the other party a weapon, and sent it to the door for the other party to kill.

There is still unbelievable horror in his eyes. He probably never imagined in his dreams that the humble fighter who had no dodge or resistance at all when he was beating him would really dare to shoot him, and once he did it, it would be an eternal nightmare. .

It's just that he has no chance to express more feelings.He fell on the ground like a dead dog by the side of the road, only the neck was still squirting blood crazily.

The first to react, besides Zhan Fu, were a dozen sons from the Shou family, the Wei family, and several other major families. They were originally by Zhan Fei's side.

They simply suspected that they were wrong, this Dou Nu dared to be so rebellious.

"Damn!"

"Kill him, humble..."

Their angry shouting had come to an end, and half of them originally planned to utter some imposing words of accusation before imposing sanctions on the fighting slave.

How ridiculous and naive is this?
Lian Shan is not a person who will wait for the other party to say all the words and do all the things, and then salute each other, or even cherish each other for a while, before making a formal move.

Even if he was originally from a "famous and decent family" like Jianzong, he was still a senior brother of that generation.

This might be the youngest peerless swordsmanship genius in history when he entered the realm of swordsmanship. His best skills have always been assassinations and sneak attacks, even in head-to-head confrontations.

Because of his master, he was supposed to shine the light of the entire Cangluo Continent's cultivation world, but he just bloomed in the dark night.

呲......

Apart from the sword light, all these people could see was an afterimage.

Their sights couldn't catch up with his figure at all, let alone the speed at which he swung his sword.When his sword grazed their vitals, causing a stream of blood, most of them couldn't even pull out their weapons.

"Stop!" Zhan Fu roared, and while rushing towards this side frantically, he pressed the magic circle controlling the beast ring without hesitation.

He could foresee the impact of the sons of these big families dying here.

This slave fighting field is his, and this slave fighting is also his, and he cannot shirk his responsibility for this matter.He would have to pay a high price if he wanted to calm down the matter afterwards.

After all, there are five other state-breakers in this city.

However, the beast ring didn't respond, so the killing didn't stop.

He was only a dozen feet away from those people, so it could be said that he arrived in an instant, but when he arrived, the dozen or so young masters from the major families of Yihai City had all followed in his son's footsteps.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone on the sidelines seemed to finally understand what had happened.

As a result, the entire slave arena was in chaos. I don't know how many people rushed down like crazy, and their eyes were full of violence and anger.

The lowly Dou Nu dared to do something to the noble cultivator. They could not accept such a thing, let alone forgive it.

"kill him!"

"Tear him apart, dismember him!"

"Cut him alive!"

"Public execution!"

Before the dozens of dead princes fell down, Jian Guang appeared in front of Zhan Fu.The opponent didn't run away at all because he was a master of boundary breaking, and even charged up faster and more decisively than him.

In the sword light, there was no light of spiritual power attribute, but he didn't dare to be careless at all.

Because when the opponent's sword was trembling at high speed, he couldn't see where the tip of the sword was.And when the other party was running towards him, he couldn't see through the other party's movements.

Too fast, almost beyond the limits of what he can handle.

Is this the true strength of Banmo?Is this why he was able to persist for a quarter of an hour under the siege of Li Jin's two major breakthroughs?

Is this really... something that ordinary people can do?
He already knew the details of the battle on the island, so he unleashed his divine sense attack when there was no time left.

The figure that seemed to be out of control and capture forever, finally paused.

He finally saw the pair of eyes that seemed to have suddenly become dull, he laughed grinningly, and slashed down at him with a heavy sword.

This fighting slave can no longer be left behind!
The moment the sword's edge was about to touch the opponent's head, he seemed to suddenly see a blade-like smile.

He faintly felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what the problem was, and he had exhausted all his strength in this move, and it was impossible to turn his head back for a while.

His sword hit the head smoothly, and also cut the tall body smoothly.

It's just that it was too smooth, so smooth that it made his eyes full of horror.Only then did he realize that this sword actually failed to cut anything, it just hit a phantom.

He had no chance to do other things anymore, and suddenly there was a burning pain from his abdomen to his heart, and his broken body couldn't even block the long sword that was not infused with spiritual power.

He tried his best to lower his head, staring blankly at his upper body that started to bleed crazily after being torn apart.

He could no longer mobilize any power, he couldn't believe that he would die like this, in this slave arena.

There was no one in front of him, and after that person swung a sword at him at high speed, he gave up on him directly, as if he, a master of breaking through, was just a shoe that could be thrown away.

That's right, since he can untie the beast ring, it is enough to prove that the divine sense can't do much for him anymore.

The momentary sluggishness was just deliberately confusing himself.

It's ridiculous that he would die in the hands of his slaves.He slumped to his knees, and the sound of killing from behind seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

In addition to Pojing surnamed Li, Pojing from the Wei family was also present. They and Zhan Fu were the source of confidence for everyone present.

With so many people, one mouthful of saliva would drown this damned slave.

What's more, in the past month, they have gradually heard that although this Dou Nu is strong, he is not yet an opponent to break the boundary.

With so many people around, they had no fear, even when Ban Mo killed Zhan Fei's dozen or so people, he showed his strength far surpassing all of them.

All they have is anger, and some kind of violent desire that comes from the depths of their bones.

Just like some people in the secular world of the Cangluo Continent, when he faces a practitioner who committed a crime alone, he will think a lot and be cautious.But when the cultivator becomes the target of public criticism, he will turn into a brutal and bloodthirsty 'warrior', even if he just squeezes into the crowd and stomps his feet, it will be an experience worth bragging about in the future...

Therefore, when they saw that Banmo did not flee to the low exit below as they expected, but rushed towards themselves and others, their anger became even higher.

After all, they have so many companions around them.

He committed such a heinous crime, and he was already on the verge of death. How dare he not kneel down to lead his death, and how dare he continue to resist, it is simply unreasonable!
They climbed the fence very fast, and they were eager to let the fighting slave get what he deserved.

However, Lian Shan rushed up faster.

Before the dozen or so people rushing to the front could yell, his sword slashed a path of blood.

These people are indeed practitioners.But some of their cultivation bases are just the initial state, just a glimpse of the state.They are indeed the most noble people in this city, but when the so-called status loses its effectiveness, when the sword becomes the standard to measure everything in front of them, they are no different from ordinary people in front of Lian Shan, and they can kill with one sword.

For Lian Shan, they are just weeds on the side of the road.

He is now mowing the grass.

When he rushed several tens of feet and appeared under the fence, there were no living people on the road behind him.And until this time, the rear hadn't had time to climb over the fence, and the people who were just pushing forward seemed to be drenched in ice water all of a sudden.

Because they finally saw Zhan Fu who was slowly kneeling on the ground without any movement.

The master of breaking the border was killed face to face.

And the master of breaking the realm is already the most powerful existence in Yihai City.

After seeing this scene, their courage seemed to be emptied in an instant.

Some people started to retreat crazily, some people still didn't know why, they just pushed and squeezed forward.

call……

Lian Shan had already appeared on the stands behind the fence. Instead of fleeing, he landed in the densest crowd.

When he fell, there was already blood on the ground under his feet, and the throats of more than a dozen practitioners who had been standing there had been directly cut by his high-speed swinging long sword, without any resistance at all.

Before the rest of the people nearby could even react to what happened, he had already disappeared in place.

And when he appeared again, he had already appeared in the crowd on the left.

His sword is like a blood lotus flower that keeps blooming. Although it doesn't have any spiritual color, it can instantly tear every target that comes into contact with it.

There is no single enemy, no matter whether you are in the initial state, or you are in the original state or even the extreme state.

He has inherited the skills of that group of warriors, and has perfectly adapted to this body comparable to a high-level monster.And the sudden appearance of divine consciousness gave him an extra pair of eyes.

He didn't growl loudly, didn't yell, he just kept his mouth shut and silently waved his sword in the crowd.

Everyone here is his enemy.

He harvested his lives indifferently, like a real killing machine.

Beside him, I don't know how many people fell down.

He doesn't need to chase anyone or look for anyone, because every moment, someone will appear in front of his sword.

In the beginning, many people attacked him angrily.But soon, uncontrollable cries sounded from the crowd.

Many people frantically rushed towards the exit of the stand. For a moment, an unknown number of people were squeezed to the ground, and an unknown number of people were trampled.

Although these people are all practitioners, their willpower and fighting spirit are not even comparable to the ordinary army of the Cangluo Continent.

They used to love seeing blood, and they used to feel that they had become stronger because they had adapted to that blood.But when the blood flowed from their own bodies, they realized how painful it was.

The entire slave arena has become chaotic. Although the killing was only in one area, all the places seemed to be infected and collapsed.

(End of this chapter)