Return from the second dimension

The spectators on the stands have faintly realized that something is wrong. In the past arena, such things have never happened.

Especially these five guard cultivators, who looked like ordinary duelists at all, were easily beheaded by Tang Zhen.

There is an accident in the arena, which is related to this special duelist. It is very likely that something big will happen!

Similar thoughts arose in the hearts of the audience, feeling horrified and excited.

The audience did not leave, but observed in secret. In addition to being curious, they also wanted to get more bonuses.

As long as the gambling continues, they dare to continue.

But the original cheers were getting smaller and smaller, until the audience was silent.

The corpse collection team went on the field, loaded the corpses of the monks into the car, and quietly looked at Tang Zhen with complicated eyes.

They collected countless corpses, but something similar to today has never been experienced.

There has never been a duelist who can fight continuously until now, beheading hundreds of enemies.

Not only duels, but also monks guarding the arena.

No one had thought that the guardian monk would end up personally and be beheaded without any resistance.

It was the first time in many years that the corpse of a monk was transported. It felt a little fresh, but more fearful.

The old captain of the corpse transport team has worked in the death arena for nearly a hundred years and transported countless corpses.

Youdao is a long-term illness and becomes a good doctor, and when he is used to fighting duels, his eyesight will naturally increase.

He could see that Tang Zhen was different from ordinary duelists.

But it was limited to this. As for why Tang Zhen was so powerful, he could even kill the guard monk, he certainly couldn't tell.

The only thing that can be done is to install the corpse as usual, and then leave the arena in silence.

Looking at the guard monk who was killed by a single move, the old captain had strange thoughts in his mind, and the secret path monk was nothing more than that.

After the corpse collection team evacuated, only Tang Zhen remained in the square, looking slightly lonely.

But no one dared to despise it, so Tang Zhen seemed to be a lonely lion.

The entire arena is his territory, no one dares to occupy it, otherwise it will become a cold corpse.

This kind of prestige is simply unmatched.

If it weren't for the situation, it is estimated that the audience in the arena would have cheered Tang Zhen loudly.

But at this moment, they just sit in place silently, waiting for what happens next.

A dozen figures slowly walked out of the gate for duelists to enter and exit. Compared with the brave and vicious duelists, these people had an extravagant temperament.

It's as if hard stone and beautiful jade are put together, and the difference can be seen at a glance without much discrimination.

Guardian monk in the death arena.At this moment, they have all appeared, only for Tang Zhen.

The rune array that was running at all times had been silently closed, and the runes on the metal cylinder became extremely dim.

The dispelled heaven and earth energy reappeared in the center of the death arena, giving people a misty feeling.

After the guardian monk appeared on the stage, he surrounded Tang Zhen in the center, his expression indifferent and solemn.

Although no abnormality has been seen from Tang Zhen so far, anyone can know that this is just an illusion.

If Tang Zhen was just an ordinary duelist, it would be impossible for him to remain calm when facing so many guarding monks.

This has nothing to do with mentality, but the suppression of strength, which is absolutely impossible not to be affected.

"Excuse me, what is your intention?"

When encountering unknown opponents, blindly fighting is not the smartest method. It is everyone's joy to turn fighting into jade.

As cultivators in the spiritual realm, they fear death far more than mortals, and cannot bear the cost of falling from the clouds.

So their goal is to get Tang Zhen to leave the death arena, not to fight to death.

What will happen after you leave, you can talk about it at the time, the completion of a step is a step.

Tang Zhen was surrounded by a group of monks, but his expression was indifferent, and he didn't even see the guard monks in his eyes.

"I said, just stay here, no one can let me leave.

If you think it can be done, you can give it a try, no matter what means you use."

Hearing Tang Zhen's answer, the guardian monks' complexions changed slightly. If Tang Zhen was allowed to stay in this arena, then they would never want to resume normal business.

"Your Excellency really insists, just refuse to leave this arena?"

When asked this sentence, it means that the negotiation has broken down and the battle is about to begin.

"Yes."

Tang Zhen replied softly, his attitude is beyond doubt.

"In this case, it can only be offended!"

Because Tang Zhen is a strong man, the guard monk gave enough courtesy, not only respect, but also fear.

But when the two sides can't get together, they can only fight to death to see who can win in the end.

"Do it!"

With a low roar, more than a dozen guard monks began to change, surrounding Tang Zhen from different directions.

With Tang Zhen as the center, the energy of heaven and earth quickly dissipated and finally turned into a Jedi.

In addition to the rune circle in the death arena, the guardian monk can also use similar methods to complete the suppression of the monk.

In the course of the battle, this method is equivalent to cutting off its roots, cutting off the claws and fangs of the tiger.

The bald-clawed and toothless tiger, although still roaring fiercely, had already lost 70% to 80% of its strength.

Even a bull with just long horns can kill this beast if he has enough courage.

From the guardian monk's perspective, Tang Zhen, who was trapped in the formation, had greatly reduced his threat.

They were fully armed, and suddenly attacked when the formation took effect.

Flying swords, magic weapons, spells...

All kinds of methods were simultaneously used at this moment, and the target was Tang Zhen in the center of the venue.

Every blow is deadly, and if you are hit, you will have endless troubles even if you don't die.

Faced with the attacks of more than a dozen guard monks, perhaps only the gods can guarantee no damage.

But Tang Zhen, who was in the middle of the storm, made the guard cultivators feel flustered. Only because of this deadly and fierce attack, he did not react at all.

As if the breeze was blowing on his face, and as if drizzling on his body, his face was calm and calm.

The most shocking thing was that these fatal attacks disappeared quietly after approaching Tang Zhen, without affecting him at all.

A faint smile can be seen from his face, as if watching some ridiculous performance.

No one thought Tang Zhen's smile was cordial, but the whole body was cold, just because their attack had failed, and Tang Zhen's counterattack was coming.

This is the most terrifying moment. When your attack cannot kill the enemy, you must be prepared to be counter-killed by the enemy.

"It's me now."

Tang Zhen said with a smile, but did not make any movements.

But the guardian monk felt that a gust of breeze came, mixed with a bit of scorching breath.

The scorching breeze penetrated everywhere, penetrated the guardian monk's body, and took away all the water.

But in a blink of an eye, his body became extremely light, like a mature dandelion, floating around in the breeze.

But in an instant, the flesh and blood of more than a dozen guard monks turned into dust and turned into a dense white bone.