I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

This scene on the battlefield made everyone breathless.

Nangong Buyue's head flew high into the air, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Tens of thousands of monks below the stage were watching this scene with excitement, and were already screaming Zhen Wudi's name wildly in their hearts.

Nangong Yaole's beautiful eyes stared at this dreamlike scene dully, her cherry-like mouth slightly opened.

She had imagined the scene of a fight between the two, but she never imagined that Nangong Buyue would be beheaded without any resistance.

However, Nangong Jingtian beside her was staring deeply at Zhen Wudi who was standing in the field, wondering what he was thinking.

There were only three old women, all of whom were staring at Zhen Wudi standing in the middle of the field, and were amazed in their hearts.

"I never thought that this kid could find a new way to use the power of rules in the immortal realm. Although it's just a little bit, but just for this point, you are enough to make me look at you with new eyes."

Lu Yu looked at Zhen Wudi with a serious expression.

"I didn't expect that I could see such a genius this time. A mortal in the immortal realm can draw on a trace of the power of rules. I'm afraid no one would believe it if I told them. I can't imagine what kind of hardships you have gone through over the years to have such a sword intent!"

Looking at Zhen Wudi's figure and his beautiful eyes emitting amazing brilliance, he murmured to himself in his heart.

"The moment he drew his sword just now, his speed had already surpassed the maximum speed of the upper three realms. It was truly incredible. If you could continue to draw your sword like this when fighting an enemy, I'm afraid that you, in the Immortal Mortal Realm, would be considered number one in all realms."

"But unfortunately, I know you can't do it. After all, you are only in the immortal realm..."

At the same time, on the battlefield.

Nangong Buyue's eyes were still filled with horror.

It was too fast, the battle happened quickly and ended even faster!

"Damn it!" Nangong Buyue did not die immediately. Instead, he stared at the young man standing opposite him and looking down at him coldly. He wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The rapidly fading vitality finally made him realize his current situation, and a rare trace of fear flashed in Nangong Buyue's pupils.

"Am I going to die just like this?!"

"No!! I won't accept this!! How can I die here!!"

"Oh right! There is also the clan elder! The clan elder can save me!!"

"Elder, save me..."

Nangong Buyue did not wait for the elders to come to his rescue, but saw the red-haired young man opposite him move again...

Zhen Wudi took another step forward! The next moment! The sword in his hand had already returned to its sheath...

"No!!" Nangong Buyue roared in fear.

The man's body, which was still gushing blood from his neck, instantly broke into pieces and fell to the ground, as if it had been dismembered...

"died!!"

"Won!!"

“Victory!!”

"Zhen is invincible!! Invincible!!"

Looking at Nangong Buyue being cut into pieces, tens of thousands of monks below the stage were already cheering in their hearts.

Lu Yu looked at Nangong Buyue, who was broken into pieces, with a complicated expression and shook his head.

Nangong Buyue was not actually weak, on the contrary he was very strong. But it was this strength that made him lower his alertness from 10 points to 9 points.

And Zhen Wudi decided the outcome of the match between the two in that moment of disdain.

"You won this battle."

Lu Yu announced Zhen Wudi's victory with an admiring look on his face. There was no trace of blame towards Zhen Wudi on his face, as if what Zhen Wudi had just killed was just a chicken.

Zhen Wudi seemed not to hear Lu Yu's words and just watched Nangong Buyue turn into pieces quietly.

He used two swords in succession. These two swords contained everything he had practiced for three hundred years! The power of these two swords was even enough to kill a cultivator in the Divine Mortal Realm!

Not long ago, when Zhen Wudi saw Luo Beian's miserable appearance in the audience, the murderous intent in his heart was like a surging river, and he wished he could kill all these demons on the stage with one sword.

And he did just that. When no one could react, he used all his strength to kill his opponent instantly, leaving him no chance to recover from his serious injuries.

For this reason, when he killed Nangong Buyue with his first sword, he used the second sword to prevent any unexpected events.

This also made Nangong Buyue unable to die any more.

However, what made Zhen Wudi's heart sink was that the three Immortal Emperors opposite him had no intention of stopping him at all. Not only that, when they saw him kill Nangong Buyue, they showed admiration for him in their eyes.

What this means is self-evident, that is, no matter how the opponent dies, the opponent has a way to revive him.

“Can’t kill him…” Zhen Wudi looked down at his sword and muttered to himself.

He can still strike out two more swords in the next period of time, which are the last two swords.

However, if he used these two swords, he would also suffer backlash. If he touched a force that he shouldn't touch at a low level, he would have to pay a heavy price. For this reason, Zhen Wudi had never used three swords in a row in a short period of time.

At this moment, the old woman's deep voice rang out.

"Good swordsmanship, young man. Does this swordsmanship have a name?"

"Instantly destroyed." Zhen Wudi replied indifferently while looking at his sword.

"Haha, kill all enemies instantly, what a great name."

"Young man, you won, you can leave now. No matter whether you win or lose in the next game, or what happens to Luanyuan Star, I can keep you safe."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Wudi looked at the old woman.

The old woman stretched out her old right hand and lightly tapped, and Nangong Buyue, who was originally broken into pieces on the ground, returned to its original state in an instant.

Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of monks below the stage were suddenly trembling in their hearts.

"This!! How is this possible!!"

"Isn't he dead? How can a dead person be resurrected?!"

"Impossible! It's not fair!! Why should we just die? They can be resurrected after they die!!"

After seeing this scene, the knowledgeable old monk sighed deeply.

"It seems that these three young men have extremely extraordinary life-saving items on them, which can protect a part of their souls before they die, so that the Sixth Transformation Immortal Emperor can use his power to revive them."

"This kind of divine object that can protect the immortality of the soul is extremely special. Even Yang Ting doesn't have it. Otherwise, Ling Weiyi wouldn't have died for no reason..."

Thinking of this, the old man felt extremely sad.

Because at this moment.

The gap between the top clans and the ordinary clans formed a sharp contrast...