Chapter 172 Martial Arts Seal

At this time, Zhuo Yuhan was at the last moment, and he was only a little close to completely condense the seventh Venus and become the seventh grade scholar. It has been more than ten days since Zhuo Yuhan broke through the six-grade Shijue, and he has experienced the baptism of Dafan Qianlei in the Dafan Lei Domain. Zhuo Yuhan has reached the edge of breakthrough, and the only the opportunity is poor.

Now, the time has come. Zhuo Yuhan forcibly released all the accumulation and broke through the seven-grade scholar. Hong Rong is the 15th master on the list, and Zhuo Yuhan still has the strength to fight only after upgrading his grade.

Seeing the five red knife light cut down, the yin of the rear was killed again, and the black gas exploded, blocking the three knife light, and the body was blown away, and the whole body flew across, almost disintegrating completely.

The last two knives fell in front of Zhuo Yuhan in the blink of an eye. In this one-thousandth moment, a cyan rune flew out of Zhuo Yuhan's body. As soon as the rune came out, it immediately exploded and turned into a shield.

This is a defensive charm, which was obtained from the bloody storage bag. At this moment, it is useful.

"I see how many runes you still have."

Hong Rong knows that he has violated the rules of the arena. The longer he takes, the more unfavorable he will be. Once the people in the arena arrive, they will fail. The big hand shook, and a long red knife appeared in his hand. This time, it is no longer a knife of gas cohesion, but a real weapon. The long knife and light flowed, the inscription turned, and Hong Rong shouted loudly and cut down with the posture of splitting Huashan.

The domineering knifemang cut the Fu urn in one fell swoop, revealing Zhuo Yuhan behind him. The moment Hong Rong cut open the Fu urn, he happened to see Zhuo Yuhan who opened his eyes.

"Now, it's my turn."

Zhuo Yuhan said this word by word and punched out, and the golden qi also formed a long knife.

"Cangling!"

With a bombardment, there was a sound of gold and iron fighting in everyone's ears, shaking the eardrums. The air was cut open, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

"Yellow warbler holds its claws."

Zhuo Yuhan took two steps back, and then stamped his body like an arrow away from the string and shot out. His bright hands and five fingers were open, and the Taoist spirit exploded. The pilgrimage returned to the extreme. His five fingers were like swords and directly crushed the long knife in Hong Rong's hand into pieces. Hong Rong allowed his palms in panic.

"Tianshan Yuanzhang."

Zhuo Yuhan turned his claws into a pat, and Tianshan Gangyuan's palm, which was just in the sun, was patted out. There was a roar, the waves exploded, and the sound exploded continuously. At this time, Zhuo Yuhan adopted a method of controlling violence and forcing it. Every palm and every punch was infinite, with a big opening and closing, and invincible will, which made Hong Rong confused.

"Devour forever."

Zhuo Yuhan shook, leaving the remnants of Taoist shadows in place, and immediately used a move of bamboo shadows. His five fingers were like swords, and he grabbed Hongrong's Dantian. The true qi flowed, and in an instant, he refined and swallowed the qi and blood of Hong Rong's whole body. What Zhuo Yuhan didn't expect was that there was a red seal in Hong Rong's Dantian.

"Wu Xuefu seal. Devour it for me."

Zhuo Yuhan was overjoyed and increased his strength and the flow speed of the eternal true qi. The golden true qi entangled the martial arts rune seal, and instantly devoured the martial arts rune belonging to Hong Rong. The pilgrimage has obtained the energy of the martial arts seal, which is more powerful and runs faster.

"Boom!"

With a blast, Hong Rong's body exploded and turned into a rain of blood. From Hong Rong's strong appearance to being killed by Zhuo Yuhan, this change made everyone stunned and shocked.

"Kid, you...you're dead. Come on!"

A violent shout interrupted everyone's thoughts. Ying Tianhong, the Viscount of Wupin, fell from the stage. While talking, he had reached the top of Zhuo Yu's cold head, and his fierce anger broke through the air and made a sad voice.

The five-grade viscount is not the same. It is not at all what Zhuo Yuhan can deal with today. However, Zhuo Yuhan had just been promoted to the seventh-grade scholar and swallowed up a kind of martial arts. It was the time when he was heroic that he was not afraid at all. He shouted and got up to meet the attack of Ying Tianhong.

"Boom!"

Like a thunderstorm, the space burst. The scattered Gangqi formed a crystal darts scattered one by one. The solid floor of the arena was shaken into powder by the strong attack of the two people, covered with smoke and dust.

"Puff!"

Zhuo Yuhan half knelt on the ground, looked up to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the sleeves on his whole arm exploded into pieces. Blood slowly flowed down the arm.

"Hmm, it's enough to kill my two masters of Xuanmen! Now is your ultimate time."

At this time, Ying Tianhong's heart was also full of blood, and a stream of blood rushed to his throat and was forcibly swallowed back by him. His right hand was behind him and he kept shaking. With the blow just now, the power of Zhuo Yuhan's burst out obviously caused internal injury to him. However, he suppressed it with his strong cultivation. Ying Tianhong came step by step and looked at Zhuo Yuhan indifferently. With a wave of his left hand, a spear stabbed straight in.

"All stop it for me."

With a thunderous sound, the qi spear, which was only an inch away from Zhuo Yuhan, was cut in half by the blade falling from the sky. A wild, tall teenager fell to the ground, and the whole martial arts platform shook a few times.

"Ying Tianhong, today is the last day of me guarding the arena. How dare you make trouble? I see you're looking for death."

The tall teenager raised Ying Tianhong and said viciously. The copper bell-like tiger eyes stared at Ying Tianhong, as if to pinch him to death at will.

"Chen Batu, I... I'm just ordered to act."

Ying Tianhong swallowed a mouthful of water and stammered. The man in front of him, Ying Tianhong, is extremely clear, domineering and violent. As long as the person he targets, he has broken arms and legs.

"I don't care what you are ordered to do. You want to punish me, don't you? I will ruin you first."

Chen Ba's eyes were wide open, and his fan-like big hands just pinched Ying Tianhong like iron pliers. After saying that, he did not care about Ying Tianhong's identity. With a pinch of his big hand, he only heard a "kash", and Ying Tianhong's hands were crushed by Chen Ba Tusheng.

"Ah..."

Ying Tianhong made a miserable howling sound, and his eyes turned around and fainted directly.

"One soft egg. Get out." Chen Batu saw Ying Tianhong faint and threw it randomly. He threw the latter under the martial arts platform, stamped the ground with his big foot, and roared at all the people present.

"Listen to me clearly. Today's Renji Arena is the last day of my care. If anyone dares to make trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless.

After Chen Batu said, the tiger's eyes swept over the crowd, and everyone couldn't help taking a step back automatically, and the atmosphere dared not come out. Who doesn't know the prestige of the evil god in front of him? No one dares to touch his eyebrows. I can only secretly sigh that Ying Tianhong and the other three are unlucky.

"Ky, that's good! Even Xuanmen dares to kill, the descendants are terrible, and the descendants are terrible!" Chen Batu turned around, showing a touch of appreciation on his rough face, patted Zhuo Yuhan's shoulder heavily, and said oldly. After being patted like this by Chen Batu, Zhuo Yu couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Brother, can you be gentle? I can't afford to toss!" Zhuo Yu said with a wry smile without tears.

"Uh...cough...mistake, mistake. Boy, that's good. I like it. Qipin Shijue, killing the two masters of Xuanmen in a row, is really fucking relieved. Haha..." Chen Batu touched his head and said with some embarrassment. Finally, he couldn't help laughing.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If people offend me, I will kill them." Zhuo Yuhan said calmly.

"Good! Well said! I like it!" Chen Batu wanted to pat Zhuo Yuhan on the shoulder again, but Zhuo Yuhan's eyes were fast and he quickly dodged. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and scolded secretly, "Who wants to be liked by you? It's disgusting."

"Cough...accustom, get used to it. By the way, are you new here? Which marquis in the capital are you? Don't be timid. Do you know who founded Xuanmen?

Chen Batu withdrew his big hand awkwardly and then asked.

"In the next civilian. As for the Xuanmen you mentioned, if I guess correctly, it is the power established by the twelve prince Murong Xuankong today!" Zhuo Yuhan shook his head and said with a little disdain as he regained his true spirit.

I had already torn my face with the twelve prince and killed several of his lackeys, but the result was still the same.

"Ping...civilian?! Bold, bold! Knowing that it is the power of the twelve princes, you dare to kill it. I admire you!"

Chen Batu was stunned at first, and then said excitedly. However, he came over and hooked Zhuo Yuhan's shoulder and whispered.

"To tell you the truth, I don't like these pretentious sons and princes the most. They kill well. Relying, it's so gratifying! I, Chen Batu, make friends with you. If you have anything to do in the future, just come to me.