C206 One word kill (1/2)

Finally, Zongzheng Qingxuan whispered to Zhan Tianming in a serious tone.

”Tianming, isn't this the first time I've called you by your name? In this war, if I die, I hope that you can take good care of Wanyou on my behalf. Although she is a little angry, her heart is still good. I believe that you will be the one to bring her happiness. ”

Zongzheng Qingxuan had always remembered the scene of Zhan Tianming pointing a sword at everyone in the Jiuyuan County for Zongzheng Wanyou.

That courage and boldness was not something that just anyone could possess.

Zhan Tianming was startled.

Was this an entrustment?

Please, when you say this, the boiling blood in my heart calms down. How can I continue fighting?

However, Zhan Tianming suddenly lowered his head.

The situation in the outside world had become increasingly tense, but within the Shang Yue Ancient City, the eyes of the people were still focused on the battle between the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank.

Zhan Tianming returned to the Martial Cultivator's waiting area beside the Ring Eight.

”What's the matter with you?” Feng Wushuang asked with a strange expression.

”Did something happen to me?” Zhan Tianming laughed.

Feng Wushuang looked at Zhan Tianming with doubt in his eyes, and said disdainfully: ”Elephant? ”Basically, okay?”

Zhan Tianming laughed bitterly and shook his head.

It looked like he did not have enough experience in life, to think that the things he had experienced from the bottom of his heart would be reflected on his face. This was not a performance that a powerful Martial Cultivator should have. Well, he still had a lot of things to learn about the path of martial arts.

First of all, he had to study this mentality.

Finally, Zhan Tianming nodded and said: ”You can say that, but don't ask me what it is about.”

”You'll know soon enough.”

Zhan Tianming laughed, and stopped talking about this with Feng Wushuang, and turned his gaze back to the stage.

Feng Wushuang looked at Zhan Tianming doubtfully.

After a moment, as if she had thought it through, she didn't ask any further and turned her head to look at the arena as well.

The battle continued.

Gradually, the eighth round of battles had begun in the rings.

At this time, even when facing the ridiculously strong Murong Tangtang, Ma Jiahui, Dugu Jian, Yu Wei Rong, Yan Hong Chen, Chen Xi and the others, very few people chose to give up.

So what if he lost?

If they didn't fight now, they wouldn't have the chance to.

Moreover, even if he lost, it would be a trial on the path of martial dao.

Isn't it?

Martial Cultivator who did not dare to accept the trials of training on the road of martial arts would not have any great achievements in this lifetime, and would only have a mediocre life.

Zhan Ming continued to move forward.

With one move, he killed a person!

Whoever came into contact with him would be killed in one move as long as they dared to step onto the ring. There was absolutely no second move.

After a few rounds of fighting, no one dared to go up onto the stage to fight Zhan Ming anymore.

And Zhang Kaidao, too, began his brutal and merciless massacre.

In fact, he was even more ruthless than Zhan Ming.

All of his opponents had been tortured to the point where they were inhumanly killed, whether they were ghosts or ghosts. After a martial competition, either their hands or feet would be chopped off, or their heads would be cut off, and none of them would be perfect, becoming incomplete. Finally, after torturing enough, he was able to kill his opponent before the referee announced the result.

And every time he killed a person, Zhang Kaidao would cast his ice-cold and disdainful gaze towards Zhan Tianming who was currently at the side of the Ring Eight.

It was as if he was saying: Your end is the same as theirs.

Zhan Tianming was not afraid.

He met the other's gaze with a piercing gaze.

The competition grew more and more intense.

Within the dense crowd of people, waves after waves of cheers and applause were continuously released. That wave of cheers covered the entire central square again and again, and even seemed to form a formless, powerful impact that blew away all the clouds in the sky above the plaza.