Crunch, crunch~!

In anticipation, the closed iron door creaked up.

Zuo Chongming, who was wearing a gold-rimmed black robe and looked no less than Qi Qingyun, walked out slowly with his sword in hand.

Although his actual age is seven or eight years younger than Qi Qingyun, the audience can clearly feel the sense of oppression coming from him.

This kind of pressure that comes from the surface and is as solid as the substance is definitely something Qi Qingyun has never had.

The audience at such a close distance even felt dazed for a moment. They could smell blood on the tips of their noses, and could hear whining and wailing in their ears.

Almost at the same time, the geniuses sitting in the box subconsciously straightened up and stared solemnly at Zuo Chongming who was standing there.

How many people did this guy kill?

This is their biggest question now.

Those who often kill living beings have evil spirits about them, so others will feel uncomfortable, but that's all.

But the evil spirit in Zuo Chongming's body was simply...

"Photography..."

A woman in white clothes in a certain box suddenly made a gesture and scolded her, and wiped her fingers in front of her eyes. Then her eyes were filled with a green light, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

In an instant, the scene changed suddenly.

The clear sky was covered with dark blood clouds, and countless demons, ghosts, and resentful souls were wandering around, roaring and wailing...

The ground is covered with layers of white bones, broken limbs and arms are everywhere, ferocious heads are piled up into mountains, there are also rivers of blood and waterfalls of blood roaring...

"How... poof..."

The woman's pupils suddenly shrank, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, a cloud of blood mist suddenly spurted out from her mouth and nose, and she fainted on the spot.

…

"Are you Zuo Chongming?"

"Um."

"It seems that I underestimated you."

"Um."

"You can't sit in this position of Champion."

"Um."

"Seeing that your cultivation level is still shallow, I'll let you make the first move."

"Uh-huh?"

Zuo Chongming blinked and looked at him in surprise, as if looking at a mentally retarded person: "Are you sure?"

Qi Qingyun felt quite uncomfortable when his eyes touched him. He secretly became more vigilant in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face: "Of course I'm sure..."

Rumble….

The ear-piercing Buddha's sound roared throughout the venue, and waves of sound rushed towards our faces.

The audience only saw Zuo Chongming slap a palm, thousands of Sanskrit words flashed and condensed, and a terrifying palm print grew in the wind and was pressed down with a crash.

Then, there is no more.

As Zuo Chongming lowered his hand, the restless sword energy around him gradually subsided, and the palm print on the ground disappeared in the wind like an afterimage.

Hula~!

Countless people stood up subconsciously, stretched their heads, and looked towards the palm prints.

But they saw Qi Qingyun, who was elegant and elegant, being slapped to the ground, with his hair disheveled and covered in blood. He died at the sight of it.

In the early stage of Guiyuan, he faced off against the late stage of Guiyuan, and then in the late stage of Guiyuan, he was defeated by one move, seconds?

The stadium suddenly fell into a deathly silence. In the huge arena, the only sound was the whistling cold wind, just like their mood at the moment.

"Master Zuo is awesome!!!"

"Lord Zuo is mighty."

"Master Zuo is domineering!!"

Chen Tianlong and other players were the first to react, holding up banners with red faces and shouting.

"Um?"

Zuo Chongming glanced at them, sighed silently, and turned to the referee who was also stunned: "Take them away, the next one..."
Chapter completed!