The Emperor Of The World

C627 Still Have to Kill



C627 Still Have to Kill

"You, you go up ?"    

    

"Get lost, why aren't you going? I'm not stupid!"    

    

"Such fast speed. If I'm not wrong, that is a secret skill of Lightning Lake Holy Land, 'Wind-thunder Wing'. Why does the Wind God know this skill? Could he be the Saint Son of the lightning pool? "    

    

The twenty to thirty people looked at the broken bodies on the stage, and all of them retreated in shock, not daring to meet Dian Feng's gaze.    

    

Within a few breaths, there was only half of the 50 remaining. How were they going to fight?    

    

Perhaps, from the beginning, this gamble was a mistake. This was not a person that could be measured by common sense.    

    

"What are you waiting for? He used so many spells, his primeval essence must have been consumed very quickly, so take the opportunity to kill him!" In the audience stands, the people watching all this shouted crazily.    

    

They did not care about what was called 'fighting to the point of making people tremble'. They only felt that these people on stage were too cowardly, and that if it were them, they would have already rushed up to tear apart the body of the Wind God!    

    

"It doesn't hurt to stand on the spot and speak, why don't you come over and try later!" A cultivator holding a sword, pointed his sword at the audience stand, and bellowed at the person who opened his mouth.    

    

As for the few tens of consecutive victories that were mixed in the arena, they were also frightened by Dian Feng's series of actions. They all remained silent and did not dare to reveal themselves.    

    

"Do you still want to fight? Or perhaps, you guys can just scram off the stage and admit defeat. " Dian Feng looked at them in ridicule, the killing intent around him seemed to have solidified. Although the dead person's grievance did not cause them any harm, it would make them smell more blood!    

    

This was called killing intent. Only people who killed often or muddled about in dangerous battlefields all year round would have this sort of temperament. To cultivators, this kind of temperament was a form of capital. If one was able to overtake the other in terms of momentum, then it was undoubtedly very important in terms of strategy.    

    

Dian Feng had never even thought of taking turns to fight ten thousand people.    

    

However, he didn't even need to fight 10,000 people. At most, he could kill 1800 people in a row, but no one would ever dare to fight him again!    

    

This was the Intelligent Life. They knew fear, knew what it meant to be terrified.    

    

Dian Feng's iron-bloodedness did indeed scare the people on the stage, but it was still not enough. This was only the second round, and most people would think that Dian Feng was just bluffing, and would find it difficult to maintain this state. After a few rounds, the Wind God would definitely show his decadence!    

    

What Dian Feng needed to do, was to kill all those who dared to challenge him before he showed his disappointment!    

    

I'm wearing a mask, so no one knows who I am!    

    

Dian Feng did not plan to use any of the methods he had used with the identity of "Dian Feng" in front of others. That would be the same as exposing himself. He wanted to create a new and independent identity. When it was inconvenient for him to work with this body in the future, this identity would take effect!    

    

"What do we do? Do, do we admit defeat?" Standing amongst the challengers facing Dian Feng, a timid man asked the others.    

    

"Forget about it. Windgod is too scary. It's better for me to admit defeat ?"    

    

Puff!    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, the tip of the sword had pierced through the man's heart. This surprising scene stunned everyone present.    

    

Everyone looked at Swordsman who killed the cultivator and one of them asked: "What are you doing?!"    

    

"Pfft!" The man took out the Longsword from the back of the cultivator he killed and lightly shook the sword until blood splashed everywhere. He looked at all the challengers coldly, "I have bet all my wealth.    

    

"But if anyone dares to be cowardly and retreat, don't blame me for not recognizing, this is what happens to me!" Swordsman's tone was stiff, his face revealed a ruthless and bloodthirsty look, intimidating many people.    

    

This was a cultivator of the five elements who had consecutively won forty rounds. It was said that a certain Aurous Core might have reached the Nine Revolving Core realm, and his strength was well-known to everyone.    

    

The challengers stared at Swordsman in a daze, while everyone took a deep breath. This decisive sword strike had "awakened" them.    

    

"That's right, we are betting our lives and we cannot retreat. We must kill Feng Shen!" One of them clenched his teeth and roared, he looked straight at Dian Feng, his eyes was filled with killing intent, the fear in his heart was dispelled.    

    

"We already have no way out. If we lose everything we have, what difference is there between us and a dog that has lost its home! Do I have to beg all the way back from the capital?! "    

    

When the Swordsman saw that everyone was moved, he continued to persuade them.    

    

Dian Feng watched this scene indifferently. He was happy to have some time to rest, even though this man was truly encouraging him.    

    

The stage was only this big, and due to the restrictions of the stage, Dian Feng's pressure was not unsolvable. This was also Dian Feng's guarantee for himself, otherwise, if he were to face 10,000 people at once, even if the other party all had pig-like qualifications, Dian Feng would definitely still die!    

    

"Everyone think about it carefully. I don't want to kill people either, but we have no way out. If we lose, we become beggars. If we win, we get ten times the reward.    

    

"Do you want to be beggars? Or could it be that he does not even dare to give himself a chance to fight? "    

    

That person's words were quite interesting. Dian Feng felt that he was suitable to be a scammer, maybe it would be more profitable than living in the Colosseum.    

    

Following the Swordsman's agitation, the challengers, who were frightened by Dian Feng, gradually ignited their courage and fighting spirit. All of them looked at Dian Feng with eyes filled with killing intent!    

    

This kind of killing intent had nothing to do with hatred. They had no enmity with the "Wind God," but they had a reason to kill him!    

    

He's in my way of making a fortune!    

    

It was that simple. Sometimes, the reason for killing was very ordinary.    

    

"Kill him!" Someone suddenly shouted from the crowd.    

    

"Kill!" The group of people's eyes were red, they fearlessly charged towards Dian Feng again!    

    

This time, they and Dian Feng stood on opposite sides of the stage, so they did not need to worry about harming their own people, and so a large pile of spells and Sword Qi s smashed towards Dian Feng!    

    

Dian Feng took in a deep breath, then turned it into a sigh. "It looks like the number of people who died isn't enough ?"    

    

"Then let's kill!" Dian Feng's voice was cold, without a hint of emotion, as long as it could cause others to tremble, then he had won.    

    

Clang!    

    

Dian Feng's sword body trembled. Looking at the dazzling killing moves in front of him, the Wind-thunder Wing behind him trembled. He transformed into a gust of wind and flew through the gaps between the techniques and the Sword Qi, flying towards the challengers!    

    

"Kill!" Dian Feng thrusted the Stellar Iron Sword in front of him, no one knew how they were hit, but they felt that a part of their body seemed to be missing.    

    

Puff puff puff!    

    

Dian Feng rushed into the group of Five Elements Realm cultivators. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, his sword slashed outwards, as if cutting a melon, and his broken body immediately flew all over the place.    

    

"Ah! Don't kill me! I, let me off the stage! I admit defeat!"    

    

Seeing the challengers that were still alive one by one falling in front of him, the challengers standing behind him felt their hearts beating like a drum. A few smart ones had been standing at the edge of the ring all this time.    

    

Seeing this, someone immediately jumped off the stage, wanting to escape!    

    


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