Just after Zhou Buzhou rushed onto the stage, within two seconds, the second person also rushed up.
The person who rushed up was actually Zhang Shan.
After seeing clearly that the person in front of him was Zhou Buzhou, Zhang Shan's face turned dark. He felt as if time had gone back to that night at the Lingbu base.
Zhou Buzhou was also speechless.
Zhang Shan didn't hesitate and said directly: "I give up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shan jumped down.
Zhou Buzhou was slightly stunned.
A way to make money popped into his mind!
He quickly said, "This arena is reserved by the Spiritual Base. Anyone not from the Spiritual Base, get out!"
Zhang Shan, who was about to leave for another arena, paused slightly and made up his mind.
Everyone in the Lingbu base was shocked!
Something's going to happen!
Ever since the collective prison break that night, everyone actually wanted to work together like this again.
The other people who were not in the Spiritual Base paused for a moment, and then all of them looked angry.
"What a big tone!"
"The Spiritual Base is too arrogant!"
A member of the sect quickly rushed up and looked at Zhou Buzhou with anger on his face: "Your Spiritual Base is too rampant!"
Zhou Buzhou is too lazy to talk nonsense.
Once you're in the ring, you just have to fight. Is talking nonsense useful?
Zhou Buzhou held the Tang sword in his right hand and quickly prepared to draw the sword.
He wanted to defeat the people of this sect cleanly and efficiently, and it would be even better if he could directly create an extremely bloody scene to shock everyone in the audience!
Otherwise, he would not be able to let this arena belong to the Spiritual Department Base without any reason, and he would not be able to implement the way to make money that he just thought of!
The person from that sect just opened his mouth and spat.
He spat out a strange ball.
Then, the ball slowly unfolded and turned into a sword blade about fifty centimeters long.
There is only a blade but no hilt!
"Shushan Dan Sword?"
Zhou Buzhou's face was solemn.
The sects are headed by Kunlun and Shushan. Kunlun pursues the great way, which is a mess and makes himself look like a magician.
But Shushan only pursues the way of the sword, and the way of the Shushan sword is divided into the box sword and the elixir sword.
In terms of power, the Box Sword and the Dan Sword are equally powerful, but in fact, the Dan Sword is even more powerful.
Because once the Dan Sword is mastered, one can immediately control the sword.
Even those who have just started practicing can directly use the Dan Sword to control the sword, and their combat power will instantly increase by several levels.
However, the sword in the box still needs a long time of polishing, and even needs to reach the third level before it can be controlled by coordinating with the external mental power.
But once the box sword is mastered, it is almost invincible in close combat.
Each has its own trade-offs, but overall, the Dan Sword is stronger!
The person from the opposite sect chuckled, with an expression that said, "You have good taste." "Yes, it is the Shushan Dan Sword!"
"The Dan Sword, combined with my quasi-first-level cultivation, is enough to kill a beginner of the first level!"
As he spoke, he made a sword-like gesture with his right hand and pointed forward.
The Dan sword shot towards Zhou Buzhou like a cannonball.
There was an exclamation from the audience.
"Flying Sword!"
"It really is a flying sword!"
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"Hey, aren't you guys at the Spiritual Department base nervous?"
Everyone at the Spiritual Department base looked confused. What were they so nervous about?
Will practitioners of tense sects be chopped to pieces?
Unlike the mysterious confidence of the people at the Spiritual Department Base below the stage, Zhou Buzhou's face was solemn.
But while he was preparing to draw his sword, he couldn't fight back.
Once a counterattack is launched, the sword-drawing technique must be retrained.
He could only hide.
Before the Dan sword shot towards him, Zhou Buzhou quickly dodged.
The next moment, everyone was shocked!
The flying sword had penetrated nearly a foot deep into the place where Zhou Buzhou had been standing before.
You know, this arena is not made of ordinary stone.
This can penetrate a foot deep!
"The power of this flying sword is simply incredible!"
A cultivator from a nearby sect said with pride, "That's right. Senior Brother Meng Tailong is the current Shushan's top disciple and is destined to be the next Shushan Sect Leader!"
Lu Dafeng said with disdain: "No matter how awesome you are, as long as you haven't reached the second level, facing Zhou Biantai, you will die in one blow!"
"Haha, you're so ignorant! You have no idea how powerful Brother Montalon is!"
Lu Dafeng sneered: "You are ignorant. You don't know how many people Zhou Biantai has maimed!"
"That pervert Zhou you're talking about is already covered in wounds and on the verge of defeat. Meanwhile, Senior Brother Montalon looks relaxed and carefree, resembling the demeanor of a swordsman!"
"You know shit! Biantai Zhou is preparing for his ultimate move, but I don't quite understand why Biantai Zhou is preparing for his ultimate move so early?"
Everyone at the Spiritual Department Base agreed with this.
After all, they all saw that although the guy from Shushan could control a flying sword, his skills were actually very obscure.
With Zhou Buzhou's swordsmanship that was worthy of praise from the vice-president, as long as he got close, he could almost kill Montalon with one sword.
But why does he have to wait for a big move to get beaten?
"Haha, you're still holding back on your ultimate move, what a joke!"
Lu Dafeng's thoughts were interrupted, and he said irritably, "Mad, this guy is so annoying. Yang Zimei, what do you think we should do?"
Without saying a word, Yang Zimei punched the person who had been bickering.
The atmosphere below quickly became lively, but in a moment the person who had been waving had a red and swollen face.
It's quiet.
On the ring, Zhou Buzhou was still dodging.
But the speed of the Dan Sword was incredibly fast. In less than two minutes, countless scars had been cut on Zhou Buzhou's body.
If it weren't for his physical fitness developed under the pressure of the battle ladder, and if it weren't for his quick dodging, any one of the swords could have taken his life.
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