Feng Chuan did not use all his strength to use his palm, but the other party had already returned in vain. He raised his eyes and glared at the three slaves in front of him. They hesitated for a moment, then approached each other half a step and rushed towards Feng Chuan again.

Now these slaves on the yellow sand have never practiced the source energy, and their basic skills are not solid. Even if they have a big and thick skin, even if they all go together, they will not be Feng Chuan's opponents.

Seeing the Park Knife, spear and wooden stick attacking at the same time, Feng Chuan secretly launched the third "rat". The moment the three slaves attacked, Feng Chuan calmly avoided him. Originally, the three of them thought that the attack would be successful, but they did not expect that Feng Chuan suddenly changed his position. They roared wildly at the same time and used the best strength to launch another strong attack.

Feng Chuaner listened to the six directions and looked around. He had already seen two other slaves sneaking into the team from behind in the melee, so he snatched slightly and avoided the attack when they were about to succeed. The other two slaves who were sneaking into the attack at the same time had already arrived, and two battle axes were slashing towards the backs of those people without bias.

In desperation, the trio had to turn around and fight, but their speed was obviously unable to keep up. Although the battle axe failed to kill their lives, it also made a deep hole in the back of the two of them.

Revenge and complain, the trio no longer entangled Feng Chuan, but fought with the two of them just now. The bloody melee became more and more intense in an instant. You cut me with one sword, I will give you a sword, he will hit you, and you will give him a sword. After about ten minutes like this, a slave fell down in the chaos, his body was covered with blood, and although he had not died, he could not fight again.

Seeing someone defeated, excited sounds burst out from the stands, and the appetites of the audience were hung up one after another. Many people shouted in unison: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

It turns out that there is an unwritten rule on the battlefield of Pure Land, that is, any slave who participates in the competition will fall down without persisting for twenty minutes, and will be despised by all the audience, and the audience will generally ask them to be killed. Such requests will not be supported or opposed by the battlefield of Pure Land. Even if the slave who fell down early does not die on the spot, he will face severe punishment from his master after returning, and will also lose the opportunity to enter the battlefield of Pure Land again.

After all, the results on the battlefield of Pure Land represent the face and strength of the masters, and their face and strength are often earned by slaves with their blood and lives.

There is a tradition on the battlefield of Pure Land. Except for the slaves who surrendered and fell after twenty minutes, they kill people at will. Therefore, this place often becomes a bloodthirsty killing place, and at the same time, violent people like Qingtian were produced.

Feng Chuan's feet were covered with a faint cloud of air, constantly shuttled through the battlefield. He avoided the attacks of everyone present, and occasionally used two moves with bare hands. Sometimes he deliberately seemed to be dragging his feet, and sometimes he deliberately slowed down. In short, he could not make himself seem too abrupt on the battlefield.

In front of him, a long sword pierced straight, and Feng Chuan quickly flashed to the right. The sword flew out against Feng Chuan's abdomen, making the sword's slave center unstable, and his body couldn't help but rush past Feng Chuan. Feng Chuan gently tripped with one foot, and the man was unstable and fell to bite the mud. He was furious and suddenly got up from the ground, and the long sword in his hand pierced Feng Chuan's face door.

Feng Chuan thought that he had already given many tricks on the battlefield of Pure Land, and now he should show off. It would also be eye-catching if he always avoids it. Moreover, the atmosphere on the battlefield of Pure Land is indeed very lively, which has long made Feng Chuan feel itchy and itchy. So he roared to the sky, and Feng Chuan immediately decided to start with this slave who uses the sword!

Seeing the opportunity, Feng Chuan stretched out his fingers, and with a "clang", he pushed the man's long sword away with his finger force. At the same time, he clenched his fist with one hand and slammed into the man's abdomen. "The meteor broke!"

As Feng Chuan's own level and cultivation level greatly improved, the power of the Meteor Break should not be underestimated. The man's stomach was fucked and he was immediately in a state of discomfort. He covered his lower abdomen in pain and squatted on the yellow sand like shit. The sword in his hand could not be held steadily, and then fell to the ground.

He said that starting from you, it’s going to start from you. Feng Chuan didn’t hesitate at all. He stood still with his left foot and flew out with his right foot. "Pan!" The man hit the man's jaw in the toe. The man screamed, and his body flipped back, and then he lay on the ground without moving.

Of course, Feng Chuan had both of his strength and should not have killed him. Now, the falling sword was lying quietly on the yellow sand ground. Feng Chuan strided forward, and gently stepped on the hilt of his feet on the sword hilt. The sword obediently flew into the air. Feng Chuan's eyes were fast and his hands were holding the sword in his hand. As soon as the sword was started, Feng Chuan came to turn around and looked at the moon. The tip of the sword stabbed quickly and stabbed it violently at the throat of a slave. The slave was the one who used the big sword before. He originally wanted to take advantage of Feng Chuan's sword to take advantage of Feng Chuan's sword to take advantage of the time when Feng Chuan took the sword, but he did not expect that Feng Chuan's reaction was so fast that it would not only fail to attack, but would have lost his life.

The sword was sharp and fast, and the man closed his eyes in despair. But the tip of the sword stopped two centimeters from his throat, and Feng Chuan said loudly: "It has been twenty minutes now, and you can choose to surrender."

The man hurriedly threw away the big knife in his hand. Surrender was better than death.

Feng Chuan's series of attacks just now made the audience in the stands applaud. Old Master Yang couldn't stop smiling, and Yang Shanshan even raised her chest. From this moment on, she could become the willful and willful Yang Shanshan again.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The voices in the stands were louder and louder. Such an atmosphere was more than ten times more than the trial field of Zhuo Zongyuan. Anyone who was in such an atmosphere would become full of blood and his heart was surging.

Feng Chuan held the sword in one hand, and at this time he had already risen. The ferocity and brute force hidden in his heart urged him to fight toward the crowd in the melee. The remaining slaves noticed the sudden changes around them, and they briefly turned their heads and looked at the domineering young man.

"Swish swish swish swish!" At the beginning, the three slaves who formed a team took the lead in attacking Feng Chuan. Feng Chuan activated the source energy and the sword suddenly flipped across. In a flash, the three slaves's swords, spears and wooden sticks were all broken into two pieces, and Feng Chuan's sword was also a inferior product, and they were also divided into two.
Chapter completed!