Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The young warrior looked at Brother Meng with firm eyes but said nothing, as if the mountain peak remained unmoved in the face of wind and rain.

He summoned his psychic macaque, and this dexterous creature jumped onto his shoulder lightly, as if there was an unspoken understanding between them.

Then he turned around and left. His steps were steady, and every step seemed to be charting the path of destiny.

In the ring, the roar of the sledgehammer rent the air.

He covered his eyes with his hands, his body shaking like a tree swaying in a storm.

His eyes are now gone and his future will be spent in darkness.

Although his life was saved, he lost not only his eyesight, but also his dignity and future as a warrior.

On the sidelines, Murong Yunfei and Neptune watched all this quietly.

A trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in Murong Yunfei's eyes.

He looked at the miserable appearance of the sledgehammer and couldn't help but spit out a word in contempt: "Trash!"

Then a flash of joy flashed through my heart.

He felt relieved that he had arranged for a master like Meng Ge in advance.

In his opinion, it shouldn't be difficult for Brother Meng to deal with Lin Fan.

In the next arena match, it's Meng Ge's turn.

Meng Ge's appearance was like a beast that had been sleeping for a long time. His calm and unhurried momentum enveloped the entire arena in a quiet and tense atmosphere.

Just when everyone thought that Brother Meng would win without a fight again, a thin figure walked onto the ring.

This man's name is Lu Lu. Although his figure is not conspicuous, his temperament is extraordinary.

He was about thirty years old, and his cultivation had reached the peak of Qi refining. He was holding a giant sword and looked particularly eye-catching.

After Lu Hu came on stage, he saluted Brother Meng, and his tone was full of respect for the strong man: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Meng is superb in swordsmanship, and Lu Hu came here to ask for advice!"

Meng Ge's face was expressionless, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He responded coldly: "Easy to say, easy to say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword in Brother Meng's hand suddenly swung, and the sword suddenly transformed into several long swords. The light flickered, making it impossible to tell which sword was real and which sword was fake.

The monks in the audience were talking a lot.

Someone exclaimed: "Illusion Sword Technique!"

Other monks said disapprovingly: "Illusion swordsmanship is just low-level swordsmanship. This is obviously a separate swordsmanship, and every sword is real!"

Facing such advanced swordsmanship as Meng Ge, Lu Rover did not show the slightest panic.

The giant sword in his hand swung, as if forming an airtight sword net, trying to block Meng Ge's offensive.

The sword shadow is heavy and the sword light is like water. Lu Rover's swordsmanship is both steady and sharp, and every sword is full of power and precision.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Meng Ge's eyes, he did not underestimate Land Rover.

At this moment, Lu Rover suddenly launched his own trick.

His giant sword drew a strange pattern in the air, as if weaving an invisible net.

Then, he launched an attack on Meng Ge with lightning speed.

At this moment, Lu Rover's whole body exuded an indescribable aura. His swordsmanship was not only fast but also precise, and every sword seemed to be fighting against Meng Ge's overwhelming power.

In this fierce duel in the ring, Lu Rover's swordsmanship has reached its peak. Every sword strike is as fast as lightning. His figure shuttles in the sword light, like an agile cheetah running in the jungle. .

However, in this tense atmosphere, Meng Ge suddenly took action, his movements were quick and accurate.

Meng Ge used his true energy to activate the transformed long swords. They drew sharp trajectories in the air and attacked Land Rover quickly.

The sword lights flickered in the air, emitting a dazzling light.

Only a few crisp clashes of swords were heard, and then, Lu Rover's body suddenly flew out and landed heavily on the ring, with five deep blood holes on his body.

"Kill with one move! Just one move!"

The monks in the audience exclaimed.

Meng Ge's move not only showed his superb swordsmanship, but also showed his ruthlessness.

Some monks were shocked by this and wondered why Brother Meng was so cruel and refused to hold back: "Why the hell can you not be merciful and still be merciful?"

They ridiculed Meng Ge for his cruelty.

"Sure enough, there are different sword skills! Every sword is real!"

Some monks couldn't help but sigh with emotion after witnessing this astonishing scene.

They realized how brilliant and terrifying Meng Ge's swordsmanship was.

Some monks felt desperate: "How can we fight this? It's difficult to deal with just one Meng Ge. Adding the sword skills is equivalent to facing multiple Meng Ge at the same time!"

Their voices were full of helplessness and lamentation.

Meng Ge stood there on the ring with cold eyes, as if the shocking blow just now was just an ordinary thing for him.

His swordsmanship is not only superb, but also ferocious, making everyone fear him.

Lu Rover lay on the ring, his eyes full of unwillingness and doubt.

Soon, it was Lin Fan's turn to play again.

Lin Fan's figure appeared on the ring again.

He witnessed Meng Ge's cruelty and ruthlessness, and decided to temporarily hide his true strength to avoid unnecessary trouble.

However, this time, the opponent he faced was a female warrior named Wu Shuang.

Wu Shuang looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, possessing youthful vitality and an energy that cannot be ignored.

She held a scimitar in her hand, and the blade shone with a cold light, showing that she had reached the peak of Qi refining.

Her eyes showed determination and confidence, and she was obviously not an easy opponent to deal with.

Facing Lin Fan, Wu Shuang seemed both polite and cautious: "Where are your weapons? I don't want to take advantage of you!"

Her voice was clear, but with a hint of unquestionable determination.

Lin Fan gently spread his hands, revealing his empty palms without weapons.

His eyes were calm and his voice was slow: "This is my weapon."

There was an unfathomable power in his words.

After hearing this, Wu Shuang's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he regained his composure: "If that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her scimitar, and her entire body seemed to turn into a silver light, swift and fierce.

Her sword skills were fast and intensive, like a silver storm, leaving Lin Fan with almost no chance to attack.

Lin Fan looked unusually calm in the face of Wu Shuang's offensive.

His eyes were tightly locked on Wu Shuang's movements, and every tiny change failed to escape his eyes.

His body moved lightly, and every dodge was just right, both elegant and accurate.

As the battle progressed, Lin Fan slowly began to adapt to Wu Shuang's offensive.

His figure was like the erratic wind, always nimbly avoiding Wu Shuang's blade the moment it was about to touch him.

He was not in a hurry to attack, but was looking for the most suitable moment.

Although Wu Shuang is young, her martial arts skills are outstanding.

There is a kind of tenacity and ruthlessness in her knife skills, and every cut is full of strength and determination.