Slay the God: Jar Merchant, General Zhao Opens the Forbidden Ruins

Arena No. 9.

Chen Muye now faced an acquaintance. Looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but fall into memories. The past scenes kept replaying like a movie, finally freezing at the end of the freshman training. "Old Shao, how long has it been since we last fought?"

Shao Pingge, who was not far away, was also lost in his memories. He only came back to reality when he heard Chen Muye's voice. Without thinking, he replied, "It's been more than ten years since the divine war in Cangnan. We haven't met again, but the nickname of the Black and White Twins still lingers."

"Yes?"

"ever--"

Chen Muye drew out his two swords, raised his right hand holding the sword, and pointed the sword tip directly at Shao Pingge: "Let me see, have you, the White Impermanence, improved or regressed?"

"Hahaha, I'm no longer the person I was more than ten years ago. Old Chen, you better be careful."

Shao Pingge then drew out his sword and rushed forward with a hearty laugh. His body left a trail of afterimages due to his extreme speed.

"clang--"

The two knives collided with each other, making a clear sound. The two old friends fought again after many years, and at this moment they tacitly understood each other and did not use any abilities.

One knife after another clashed.

He relied solely on his fighting skills to complete this duel that took place more than ten years later.

Chen Muye held the knife in his right hand tightly against Shao Pingge's swung knife: "Old Shao, after more than ten years, this is all you can do?"

"You can't defeat me with this level of strength."

After saying that, he swung the knife in his left hand towards Shao Pingge in a strange direction.

"Is that all you have?"

"The game has just started, it's still early, let's take our time."

Shao Pingge seemed to have eyes on his back, and he dodged the seemingly strange attack with a slight flash.

The two men smiled at each other, their knives colliding in the air, and their hands, feet and even heads became their offensive weapons.

This is a real bloody battle.

Everyone in the audience stood up, holding glow sticks above their heads, shouting desperately, cheering for those who were fighting hard on the battlefields everywhere.

At the front of the audience, Chen Muye's child jumped onto a chair and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Come on, Dad!"

And the No. 23 ring.

Hongying was launching a fierce attack, forcing Jialan to retreat step by step. After fighting for a while, she paused for a moment and said, "The characteristics of immortality are really annoying. You have an Immortal King Ruins and an Immortal Bow. Although your combat power is not very high, your defense and the penetrating power of immortality are so strong that even gods might die if they are not careful!"

Jia Lan took two breaths and put down the Immortal Bow: "Sister Hongying, you are the one who is so strong that it is terrifying. The murderous aura that emanates from you all the time is so strong that those with weak hearts may not even have the courage to fight you."

"Stop flattering each other." Hongying played a gun flower: "You have high defense, I have high attack, but this is a ring match. As long as I knock you off the ring, I will win. Sister, I have to be serious."

"Whoosh-"

Galan focused his mind and quickly retreated. Arrows with immortal properties were shot from the bow, but none of them could hit Hongying. All the arrows fell on the ring, creating big holes.

Galan did not give up and kept moving around the ring, making full use of his advantage as a shooter.

"Hehehe." Hongying deflected an oncoming arrow, a smile on her face. She looked at Jialuo not far away and said, "It's coming."

Ok?

When Jialuo saw Hongying disappear in an instant, she was shocked. When she was about to dodge again, she felt someone grabbing her shoulder.

She got it!

In the end, she ended up losing this game.

Jia Lan turned around with a smile and saw Hong Ying with her left hand on her shoulder, but the God-Devouring Spear showed no sign of being raised. "You win."

"admit."

Hongying withdrew her hand, took back the God-Devouring Spear, and returned to the audience seats side by side with Galan.

"Yingzi, you're getting stronger and stronger!" Xia Simeng gave her a thumbs up. "Jialan is also very strong. In a real battle, even if he can't win, he can still wear his opponent down. The fight between you two is very exciting."

Wen Qimo, who had just finished beating up an ordinary person, returned to the audience and said with a smile, "After this match, the opponents I encounter are almost all strong ones. I hope I don't meet you, Yingzi. I really don't have the confidence to win against you!"

"It's okay." Hongying pointed at Wu Xiangnan who was nearby: "Qi Mo, you have won the vice-captain, which means you have won the whole world. Even if you can't win the next game, at least there is a bottom-ranked player in front of you, so you won't be embarrassed."

Wen Qimo raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. Just relax and face it. Captain Wu is ahead to handle the pressure anyway."

Wu Xiangnan???

polite?

Do you guys have any manners?

Uzumaki also lost, so you can’t just blame me for it, right?

Ok!

Whirlpool lost to Mr. Ye, and it seems that he can only use me as an accusation!

Wu Xiangnan sighed, took one last look at Hongying and the others, and tried to shrink his body as much as possible to reduce his presence.

Hongying and the others noticed Wu Xiangnan's movements and were secretly delighted, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they surrounded Wu Xiangnan and kept telling him little jokes.

"I say, enough!" After a while, Wu Xiangnan rolled his eyes and said, "Can you just be quiet and watch the arena?"

"Okay, Captain Wu has spoken, so we have to do it. Let's watch the show."

Several people dispersed and returned to their respective seats, and Banban sat upright to watch the fight.

The most comfortable person in the whole place was Fatty. He rested his head on Molly's legs, ate the fruit Molly put to his mouth, and squinted his eyes at the arena: "That thief Cao is going to lose."

Upon hearing this, Molly stopped what she was doing and shifted her gaze to the ring.

Those who heard Pang Pang talking turned their attention to the stage where Cao Yuan and the other man were.

I saw.

Cao Yuan seemed to be a little confused. He looked at An Qingyu jumping around in the space and exchanging positions with him from time to time, which made him scratch his head.

I hit it but missed.

Can't catch it.

Not even the corner of the clothes was touched.

In terms of IQ, it was crushed to the point where not a single drop was left.

This short battle was the most frustrating one he had ever fought.

Cao Yuan gave a bitter laugh and said, "Brother, can you please stop jumping and just fight head-on?"

An Qingyu, who was traveling through space, stopped, thought calmly for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, one move will determine the outcome."

"what?"

Cao Yuan thought he had heard it wrong. After confirming it again, he became excited for a moment, but fell into a daze again the next moment.

Following his gaze, all the magical power in An Qingyu's body surged out, and giant elemental dragons filled the sky above the entire arena, roaring continuously.

"All magicians are so unreasonable!" Cao Yuan muttered to himself, then he perked up and all the death energy was absorbed into the sickle.

He slashed straight upwards with his sword.

A black sickle-like energy several hundred meters long shot towards An Qingyu.

An Qingyu remained indifferent, raised his right hand and waved it gently: "Go."

Giant dragons of all colors in the sky suddenly roared and charged.