This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

There was a icy coldness in Weah's eyes.

No one could have imagined that such a huge man would actually play with hidden weapons, such insidious and insidious tricks.

At this moment, Weah's hair stood up.

Without even thinking about it, he turned around and punched!

Boom!

The dagger and fist collided, Weah backed up and slid more than ten meters before slowly stopping.

"It was a mistake." An Yi sighed slightly.

The sap behind the back can undoubtedly maximize the damage, but warriors generally know that showing their backs to the opponent is no different from courting death.

An opponent of Weah's strength did not give An Yi a chance.

Weah's complexion was deep, he clenched his fist and hit the ground with his palm!

The entangled dark spiritual power rolled towards An Yi like a long snake.

The sharp dark spiritual power is quite deterrent!

"Fuck!"

An Yi uttered a cry, and was bound by the dark spiritual power, unable to move.

"it is good!"

Murong Qinghong's eyes brightened slightly, and he smiled.

Weah smiled proudly: "Niutouchen! There is still time to surrender!"

"Comfortable!"

With a smile on the corner of An Yi's mouth, he whispered softly: "Swallow!"

Wisps of dark spiritual power slowly poured in along his arms, and black lights lingered all over his body.

At this moment, Weah's complexion changed instantly.

Because, he discovered that the dark spiritual power he had released was gone!

"You, what did you do!" Weah questioned with a strange expression.

He never expected that An Yi could wipe out his spiritual power invisibly!

An Yi grinned, showing a wicked smile.

It's a pity that at this time it looks like a tauren, which is unspeakably terrifying.

Devouring is Yemen's unique skill!

For the dark spiritual power of the same attribute, it is not easy to devour it, especially when the opponent's strength is still lower than your own!

Weah faintly felt uneasy, let out a loud roar, and rushed forward.

Then, his neck felt slightly cold.

A scarlet dagger lay across his neck.

"One more step forward, and you will die!" An Yi said lightly.

The soulless dagger is not short, but in his big hands, it is like holding a toothpick, which is indescribably funny.

Weah calmed down and said in a low voice, "I lost."

Outside the arena, Tiangong warrior shouted loudly: "The first group! Decide the winner, the winner is Niutouchen!"

Seeing this scene, Murong Qinghong got up angrily and left.

Xu Kang noticed this scene and was slightly moved.

Not surprisingly, this tauren has a great chance of winning the championship in one fell swoop!

Tsk tsk, that would be fun.

"Ding! [Incorporate Ghost Hand Clan] Mission completed!"

"Ding! Evil power +20! Obtained [Elementary Dark Spirit Art Proficiency]!"

Hearing the sound of the task being completed, An Yi was stunned for a while.

Didn't it mean to incorporate the Ghost Hand Clan!

"May I ask, how many people are there in your ghost hand clan?" An Yi asked curiously.

Weah's eyes dimmed, and he said in a deep voice, "If you died in the battle, I'm the only one left!"

comfortable:"……"

The system rewards this time are pretty good.

[Elementary dark spirit mastery]!

An Yi opened it, and her smile froze.

Everything he learned when he was a child!

The system rewards loneliness!

the other side.

Gu Changfeng was still unrestrained.

Although his strength is not considered strong, but fortunately, the opponents he encountered were not strong.

Hua Fengyu fought a little hard, but in the end he defeated a genius disciple from Plum Blossom Villa at the cost of minor injuries.

Only Tu Langlang had a difficult fight, and it was still not over.

His opponent is Hu Fei!

The young head of the Evil Dragon Gang, the warrior at the peak of the Void Realm, crushed Tu Langlang in terms of strength.

Relying on his outstanding speed, Hu Fei kept attacking Tu Langlang with his two swords.

Tu Langlang wrapped his hands around Heimang, and with his hands, he actually blocked his attack!

"Little boy, are you fighting back?"

Hu Fei grinned and said, the knife in his hand cut faster and faster, but Tu Langlang still chose passive defense, which was terrifyingly stable.

On the contrary, Hu Fei, who had been unable to attack for a long time, was a little anxious, and his sword skills were disordered!

Tu Langlang saw the opportunity, and condensed the dark spiritual power in his hands into a ball.

"Shadowball!"

Tu Langlang resisted Hu Fei's blade with both hands, and the dark spiritual power was concentrated in his fist.

The power of weakness!

Tu Langlang's eyes were black.

Hu Fei instantly felt that his body couldn't lift his strength.

"Shadow Slash!"

Tu Langlang's eyes froze, and the sphere in his hand turned into two black long knives, and he quickly slashed out!

Stab it!

Hu Fei's chest was bleeding, and he was seriously injured and fell to the ground!

Noticing this scene, An Yi was stunned.

Only then did he realize that this little brother of the demon clan seemed not to be simple!

……

Huangcheng, in the dungeon of Tiangong.

Click!

Murong Qinghong opened the cage.

Inside, a two-meter-tall, skinny young man was imprisoned.

At this time, the young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and meditating. Beside him, there was a huge black axe.

From the chains on his arms, it can be seen that he was imprisoned.

"Big man, it's your turn to act, I will give you back your freedom."

Murong Qinghong said leisurely.

Chapter 461 Shadow Ax Ink Nine

Whoa!

The iron lock vibrated.

The tall and thin young man sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly raised his head.

This person is exactly Mo Jiu!

The corners of Murong Qinghong's mouth rose slightly.

The big man in front of him was captured by Shangguan Qianqian when he discovered Shangguan Qianqian, and his strength is really great.

The green sword scholars who shot were all injured, and they are still recovering from their injuries.

Murong Qinghong's eyes flickered.

The tall and thin young man in front of him is very strong, but he is still a little weaker.

"How is Shangguan Qianqian?"

Mo Jiuweng asked angrily.

Murong Qinghong's red lips parted lightly: "Heh, who is she, someone you admire? Not too much, master? Not too much..."

Mo Jiu didn't speak, but stared at her coldly, full of killing intent.

"Don't look at me like that!"

Murong Qinghong said coldly.

Stab it!

A water arrow struck, piercing Mo Jiu's arm.

Blood dripping!

Because of the pain, Mo Jiu had cold sweat on his forehead, but he remained silent.

This woman is very powerful!

In front of her, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

"If I win this match, I will naturally let Shangguan Qianqian go." Murong Qinghong said lightly.

She needs to choose a young, powerful body.

If it is he who wins in the end, he has no choice but to make do with him.

"I'll trust you one last time."

Mo Jiu said coldly, and slowly stood up, his tall body was full of oppression.

The chain was undone with a click.

Murong Qinghong held the key in her hand, smiled like a flower and said: "If you win the competition, not only Shangguan Qianqian, but even greater surprises are waiting for you."

Mo Jiu didn't bother to talk to her, and slowly walked out of the dungeon with a big black axe in his hand.

……

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

The training ground resounded with shouts and roars.

Two fighters are fighting in the arena, full of vigor!

A bare-chested, dark warrior punched his opponent with a crotch, faintly resounding like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring, and hit his opponent hard on the chest.