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"Hahaha, what Guardian Disciple, so his strength is only so-so, unable to withstand a single blow!"
Ling Shifeng did not expect himself to defeat Luo Zheng in one move. He was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud.
Although the person he defeated was only the person known as the weakest protector disciple in the history of the Common People's Sect, even so, Luo Zheng's identity as the protector disciple was set in stone.
And this way, Ling Shifeng would become one of the rare inner disciples. The person who defeated a Guardian Disciple would definitely be in the limelight.
Ling Shifeng's name might even spread throughout the entire Demon Race.
After all, the Common People's Sect was one of the three strongest sects in the Demon Race. Such a rare occurrence would definitely attract the attention of the entire Demon Race.
Among all the spectating devils, the expressions of the Guardian Disciples were the most unsightly. Most of the Guardian Disciples immediately turned around and left when they saw Luo Zheng being chopped into minced meat. Only a few people were left.
"Senior Gong, why are you still not leaving? This time, we Guardian Disciples have lost all our face. Are we still going to stay here and wait for others to mock us?"
A purple-faced Guardian Disciple looked at his companion and said with disdain.
"Wait a minute, I feel that Xue Zhongtian is not dead yet!" The Guardian Disciple called Senior Gong shook his head. "The Blood Demon Race has a strong life force, and for Xue Zhongtian to become one of our Guardian Disciples, it is impossible for him not to be outstanding. Do you think it is possible for him to be killed in one move?"
"I know that Xue Zhongtian does have some strength, but the difference in cultivation is too big. And I know that Ling Shifeng cultivates the Black Storm Qigong, its power is extremely terrifying. His true strength is comparable to the weakest Guardian Disciples.
This one is not weak at all! "
The purple-faced Guardian Disciple said.
This Demon Race not only had a purple face, but his skin was also purple. On his forehead, there was a huge vertical eye. Obviously, he was not an ordinary Demon Race.
However, the number of protector disciples of the common people sect was 499. Only when there was a vacancy would they fill it up. Every demon race that was able to become a protector disciple all had extraordinary strength, and their background was also extraordinary.
So, not to mention a person like the purple-masked disciple, even if he had three heads and six arms, it wouldn't be too surprising.
"Look!"
Senior Brother Gong's expression was calm and profound.
At this moment, there were only a total of five Guardian Disciples present. Aside from Senior Gong and the purple-faced devil, there were also the Guardian Disciples and two other devils sent by Du Han.
Obviously, other than the three people in front, the other two Guardian Disciples who stayed behind also realized that Luo Zheng would not be killed so easily.
After all, for a big sect like the Common People's Sect, anyone who could become a sect protector disciple would definitely have something outstanding about them.
"Senior Brother Deacon, I've won this round. It should be over now, right?"
At this moment, Ling Shifeng looked at the Deacon in charge of the Mortal Arena and said.
"He won? I'm afraid not yet. "
The deacon standing at the edge of the Mortal Arena shook his head.
"No? What do you mean? "
Upon hearing this, Ling Shifeng couldn't help but reveal a puzzled expression. He asked the Deacon once again, "Senior Brother, I've killed Xue Zhongtian, but it still doesn't count as my victory?"
This time, the Deacon did not reply. Instead, his expression was cold and revealed a trace of impatience.
"Hmph, this damned Guardian Disciple, how dare he treat me like this. If it wasn't for Xue Zhongtian who was lucky enough to obtain the position of Guardian Disciple, I would also be a Guardian Disciple now. Would you still dare to be so rude to me?" After being treated coldly, Ling Shifeng was fuming with anger. "However, I've killed Xue Zhongtian this time. Although I can't obtain the position of Guardian Disciple, there's still one position left. The Imparting Dao Hall will definitely conduct another assessment very soon.
This time, I'll definitely obtain the position. I'd like to see when will anyone still dare to disregard me! "
"Hmm! What's going on! "
"Impossible!"
"Xue Zhongtian still isn't dead!"
Just as Ling Shifeng was immersed in his own fantasy of being promoted to Guardian Disciple, he suddenly heard voices of surprise coming from all around him.
He hurriedly turned his head to look and his face instantly revealed a look of shock.
Ling Shifeng saw that Luo Zheng, who was chopped into minced meat by him, was not only not dead, but was also standing at his original position unscathed.
"You're not dead!"
Ling Shifeng stared at Luo Zheng in disbelief.
"Do you look like you're in trouble now?"
Luo Zheng smiled faintly. He looked at Ling Shifeng with a cold expression and asked, "You don't really think that you can hurt me with your insignificant skills, do you?"
"Impossible! My Black Storm Qi condensed into Saber Qi, which can destroy any Great Dao. Even if you have the body of a Blood Demon, possess the Great Dao of Blood, and have a strong vitality, it's impossible for you to be unscathed under the Black Storm Qi! "
Ling Shifeng simply could not believe it. He roared, "You must be seriously injured by now. You're just struggling at death's door. Do you think that you can fool me by pretending that you're fine? You're too naive!"
Ling Shifeng indeed had extraordinary strength, so he was very confident in himself. He believed that Luo Zheng must be seriously injured after receiving his attack.
"I'll kill you now. Let's see how many times your body of a Blood Demon can withstand my Black Storm Qi Technique!"
Ling Shifeng shouted and attacked again. Immediately, black Qi rolled and covered the entire Mortal Arena. This black Qi was even more violent than the last time he attacked. It directly attacked Luo Zheng.
This time, the black Qi did not transform into sabers. Instead, it directly gathered around Luo Zheng, trying to invade his body.
"Hahaha, Ling Shifeng, I was just playing with you just now. Do you really think that this Black Storm Qi can hurt me?"
Luo Zheng laughed heartily. He did not care about Ling Shifeng's attack at all.
"Nether Blood Mirror!"
Suddenly, Luo Zheng shouted. A mirror-like treasure flew out from his body and landed at his feet.
This item was blood-red. One side was as flat as a mirror, while the other side was bumpy, as if it was made of flesh and bones. It was the Nether Blood Mirror.
When this treasure appeared, the entire Mortal Arena, including the entire Mortal Arena, was immediately filled with the smell of blood. It was as if it was shrouded in a bloody hell.
It was as if something had happened.
After that, Luo Zheng took out the Nether Blood Mirror and it landed at his feet.
It quickly grew bigger and covered more than half of the Mortal Arena in the blink of an eye.
Once the Nether Blood Mirror was taken out, Ling Shifeng's Black Storm Qi immediately lost its power and was sucked into the mirror!
"It's a Divine Level Demonic Weapon!"
"Blood Heaven actually has such a treasure!"
"He called this item the Nether Blood Mirror. Could it be the Divine Level Demonic Weapon that suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago?" All the Common People Sect disciples were shocked. Some of them even thought of the origin of the Nether Blood Mirror.
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