Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

In the other direction of the outer branch, is the duel arena.

On the vast field, around the round arena with a radius of [-] meters, many outer disciples in green clothes were watching the duel, and the sound of cheers and applause was endless.

Jiang Heng came from a distance, and asked about the details of the duel at a table not far from the arena.

"Every outer disciple can challenge, but if they fail, they can only challenge again the next day."

"If you win ten games in a row, you can become the second round."

"Only the second challenge is eligible to challenge the challenger. After challenging the challenger and winning, you can replace him and become the new challenger. You will get 10 contribution points every day."

The deacon in blue behind the table looked up at Jiang Heng and said casually.

Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, if there is no threshold for challenging the master, I am afraid that the master is exhausted every day, so how can he have time to practice?
He handed over his ID badge and said calmly:
"I want to challenge."

The deacon in blue behind the table looked up at Jiang Heng and said casually.

"It is not allowed to intentionally torture and kill members of the same sect in the arena, but the case of disability and death is not ruled out. Remember to prepare your weapons."

"clear."

……

Jiang Heng waited patiently.

10 minute later.

"Next, outer disciple Jiang Heng! Please come to the stage!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Heng immediately used the Wind Walk, and his figure almost turned into a breeze, floating towards the high ring.

On the other side of the arena, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, a long sword in his hand was cold, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

This is the blood of the previous loser.

"Junior Brother Jiang, now that you are in the ring, life and death are your destiny, are you ready?"

The corner of the young man's mouth was grinning, and his smile was a bit cold.

Jiang Heng glanced at the other party, smiled lightly and said:
"This junior brother is quite old, and he even played tricks of psychological oppression with me in the ring, which just shows that you have a guilty conscience!"

As soon as he clenched his fist, he stirred up all the energy and blood in his body, and the arrogance of a dragon enveloped his whole body, looking powerful and domineering.

"Come on! Let's fight directly!"

Jiang Heng grinned ferociously and rushed forward.

The smile of the sword-wielding young man stagnated, then darkened.

There are not a few geniuses in this world.

Therefore, although Jiang Heng looks like a teenager, he will never despise the other party because of this.

And often genius youths, even if their cultivation base is high, their actual combat experience is not considered rich.

Therefore, the language oppression in advance can greatly reduce the opponent's combat power and win more chances for oneself.

But what he didn't expect was that instead of being nervous, Jiang Heng acted so arrogantly.

"In that case! Then come!"

The young man threw away all complicated thoughts and immediately entered a fighting state.

The arrogance rose, and the figure rushed out.

Under the strength of tens of thousands of catties, the long sword in his hand shot like lightning, and fell like a meteorite from the sky.

Both fast and fierce!
The surrounding outer disciples started talking loudly.

"Where did this Jiang Heng come from as a genius disciple? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"I don't know, but judging by his aura, he should be at the sixth level."

"So what about the sixth level? Without a cultivation level above the seventh level, going to the duel ring is just looking for abuse. I think Jiang Heng's situation is not good."

"That's right, martial arts practice, in addition to cultivation, martial arts skills are also very important."

"Luo Guang is at the seventh level of cultivation, and he has cultivated to the level of proficiency in the meteor swordsmanship."

"The strength of 1.5 catties, plus [-] times the explosive power, is equivalent to the explosive power of more than [-] catties!"

"Let's not talk about the sixth level, even if Jiang Heng has the seventh level of cultivation, it is impossible for his martial arts skills to reach the same level as Luo Guang's. Therefore, Jiang Heng is doomed!"

There are nearly one hundred thousand outer sect disciples in the entire Great Luo Sect, and if divided among each peak, there are over ten thousand disciples.

These 1 people.

Even if the top [-] in the Zongmen Grand Competition are excluded, the strong ones among the remaining people must at least be at the seventh level or above to be eligible to compete for the ring leader.

on the ring.

"call out!"

Young Luo Guang's long sword is like a shooting star.

The speed is extremely fast and the momentum is fierce!
Jiang Heng's body is elegant, but his momentum is violent and fierce.

The two rushed towards each other.

next moment.

What shocked Luo Guang was that Jiang Heng didn't dodge or dodge, and his heavy punch directly collided with the tip of the sword.

"sulfuric acid!"

The long sword shattered suddenly, and Jiang Heng's fist continued to hit Luo Guang's body without weakening at all.

"what!"

Luo Guang's pupils shrank suddenly.

An unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in his heart, making his scalp tingle.

But it was too late to escape.

Jiang Heng's heavy fist slammed down and landed on his chest.

Under the majestic force, Luo Guang's chest cavity was sunken, his ribs were broken, and his entire mouth flew upside down, vomiting blood.

Outside the arena, there was a moment of silence.

next moment.

The sound of discussion like a mountain shout suddenly sounded.

"How is it possible? Such a powerful body?!"

"His fist was facing a long sword with an explosive force of nearly [-] catties, and it didn't even break the skin!"

"What's even more outrageous is that Luo Guang was completely crushed with a single punch. What an explosive power this must be!"

"Luo Guang, who has won three games in a row, can't even make a single move in front of him. He's too strong!"

On the ring, Luo Guang lay curled up on the ground, howling helplessly.

The two handymen walked up to the ring, carried Luo Guang down, and cleaned up briefly by the way.

"Next! Outer disciple Meng Lingxiu, please come to the stage!"

Amid the din, the voice of the deacon spread clearly.

"It's the former challenger Meng Lingxiu! After being defeated by Pu Xingyu, after half a month of cultivation, she came to challenge again!"

"Mysterious genius Jiang Heng, against former champion Meng Lingxiu, tsk tsk!"

"This time there is a good show to watch!"

"Before Meng Lingxiu was at the eighth level of cultivation, the phantom swordsmanship at the Dacheng level. Now that she comes back again, she must have made another breakthrough."

"Jiang Heng has a strong physique and can easily crush a strong man with explosive power of [-] catties."

At this moment, a beautiful girl in a long blue dress floated up and landed not far from Jiang Heng.

The skin is like creamy fat, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

At this moment, she looked at Jiang Heng solemnly.

She also watched the battle scene from beginning to end.

She didn't think it was too outrageous for the power he showed in crushing Luo Guang.

Strength is not the only thing in battle.

Her strength is not bad, her body and sword skills are stronger, and she is good at roaming and fighting. As long as she is not too much ahead of her, she has the confidence to deal with it.

However, the tyrannical physique possessed by the other party made her feel helpless.

With a strength of one hundred thousand catties, even the skin can't be broken.

So, how much explosive power is needed to defeat it?

"Then, we can only rely on body skills to move around and wait for the opportunity!"

Meng Lingxiu made up her mind about her strategy, and then drew her long sword out of its sheath.

"Junior Brother Jiang Heng, please!"

Meng Lingxiu cupped her fists.

Jiang Heng smiled lightly, and also cupped his hands.

next moment.

Meng Lingxiu's figure turned into a breeze and began to swim away.