I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Lu Yu was silent for a while after hearing this, and then put away the pill in his hand.

Upon seeing this scene, tens of thousands of monks in the audience immediately started cursing in their hearts.

"Beast! Bastard!!"

"Damn it! Let me move! I have a seventh-grade life-restoring pill in my hand! It's enough to completely restore this little hero!"

"You won't save me! Let me save him! I have elixirs in my hand! Even if I save Luo Beian, you can just kill me!"

"A bunch of demons! Are you just going to watch our human hero die?!"

"Oh my God! Look at this scene!!"

"Bei'an!! You have to hold on!" Liu Tian was even more in tears.

On the stage.

The old woman turned around and looked at Nangong Buyue among the three people behind her.

"Bu Yue, there is no need for Jing Tian to take action against these cultivators. Remember, you must win decisively and quickly. You must not lose the reputation of our Nangong clan again."

Nangong Yaole pursed his lips as he listened to the old woman's words.

The tall Nangong Buyue came to the old woman, bent down and spoke respectfully.

"Please rest assured, elders. I will definitely win beautifully!"

"Yes." The old woman nodded and then signaled Lu Yu to let the second monk go on the field.

Lu Yu scanned the entire venue and then found the second person chosen by Luo Beian to participate in the battle.

He was a handsome young man wearing a moon-white robe, and his long red hair was even more eye-catching.

Lu Yu raised his finger and tapped it lightly.

And at the moment when Lu Yu lifted the restriction on Zhen Wudi, the red-haired young man disappeared from the spot!

The next moment, a streak of white light instantly appeared on the stage!

Zhen Wudi ignored the six people opposite and went straight to the seriously injured Luo Beian and helped him up.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a jade bottle appeared, containing a sixth-grade life-saving elixir, the Dingsheng Pill!

"I'm sorry, Brother Luo, the best elixir I have is only this Dingsheng Pill, so I can only stabilize your life for now."

As Zhen Wudi spoke, he put the pill into Luo Beian's toothless mouth.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, Zhen Wudi urged his spiritual energy to refine it into a fluorescent light that flowed from Luo Beian's mouth into his body.

After feeling that Luo Beian's breath was stable, Zhen Wudi took out a robe from the ethereal ring and covered him with it.

"You sleep for a while first, I'll take you back later." Zhen Wudi looked at Luo Beian and smiled faintly.

Finally, he stood up and slowly turned to look at his opponent not far away.

Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of monks in the audience had already filled their eyes with tears.

"Zhen Wudi! Revenge for Luo Beian!"

"Show these demons your strength!"

"Kill these little demons!!!"

Nangong Buyue looked at the red-haired young man opposite and smiled coldly.

"Hehe, go back? Forget it. On this battlefield, death is your only destination."

Zhen Wudi ignored Nangong Buyue's ridicule, just looked at him coldly and spoke calmly.

"Zhen Wudi, age 371, peak of the Immortal Mortal Realm!"

Hear this.

The old woman who was looking at the red-haired young man carefully narrowed her eyes slightly and felt a little emotional.

"Amazing talent, I never thought! This planet actually gave birth to a monster! At the age of less than 400, he has reached the peak of the immortal realm!"

"This boy has talent and integrity. It would be a pity if he died here. Why not plant a soul mark on him for the Nangong clan to use?"

"What a great talent! One Luo Beian is not enough. I didn't expect this red-haired junior is so outstanding." Lu Yu looked at Zhen Wudi, his eyes flickering.

"What a handsome man! No, I can't let him die here. If he loses, I will snatch him away from you." Chi Wu looked at Zhen Wudi with deep affection in her beautiful eyes.

Nangong Yaole looked at the young man named Zhen Wudi with surprise. He was over 300 years old and at the peak of the Immortal Mortal Realm. Could he have reached the peak of the Immortal Mortal Realm when he was his age?

Thinking of this, Nangong Yaole shook his head in self-mockery, then involuntarily turned his head slightly to look at the man standing quietly beside him.

Nangong Jingtian has blue hair, a slender figure, regular features, and at this moment he is quietly looking at the battlefield with a pair of light blue pupils.

Feeling that Nangong Yaole was looking at him, he also turned his head to look at him, with a faint smile on his face.

Hearing Zhen Wudi introduce his name and cultivation level, Nangong Buyue smiled coldly.

"Nangong Buyue, age 395, peak of the Immortal Mortal Realm!"

Seeing that this burly, muscular man had such a strong talent, tens of thousands of monks in the audience suddenly held their breath.

In Zhongzhou, or even in the entire Luanyuan Star, those who reach the initial stage of the Immortal Mortal Realm before the age of 400 can already be called Tianjiao! And the only two people who can reach the peak of the Immortal Mortal Realm before the age of 400 on Luanyuan Star since ancient times are Zhen Wudi and Ling Weiyi.

On stage

Nangong Buyue looked at the red-haired young man standing quietly opposite him with his tiger eyes, and then his gaze fixed on the long sword hanging at his waist.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly in a sarcastic smile.

"You're already in the immortal realm, yet you still carry weapons with you? Haha, are you here to make fun of me?"

Zhen Wudi did not respond to him, but just stared at Nangong Buyue coldly, his pupils gradually turning dark red.

"There's something wrong with this kid." The old woman looked at Zhen Wudi, who was holding the long sword at his waist, and her expression gradually became solemn.

"This young man is very strong!" Lu Yu naturally felt the increasingly strong special aura from Zhen Wudi. The light in his eyes became brighter.

"Hehe, Bu Yue is such a big fool." Chi Wu seemed to have discovered something. The corners of her rosy lips curled up slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked at Zhen Wudi with even more tenderness.

Lu Yu looked at the two of them meaningfully, then slowly spoke

"Battle! Start!"

As Lu Yu's voice fell!

Zhen Wudi moved!

He just took a step forward with one foot! The long sword in his right hand was not unsheathed!

However, in the next moment, the sword slowly returned to its sheath...

See this scene.

Nangong Buyue's hair stood on end! His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

At this moment, an unusual feeling swept over his neck.

Just as he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck.

Only then did I realize that I had lost my head without knowing when.

It has been cut off...