In the arena, a furious roar echoed out as the man's figure flashed and punched out. Vast fist shadows rolled out like rolling mountains, crushing down on Nie Tian.
The crowd's eyes suddenly tightened at this moment. It was as if they could already see the scene of Nie Tian being punched into meat paste.
Nie Tian stood there like a sharp sword, motionless.
Just as the fist shadow was about to hit him, his figure trembled slightly. A gust of Sword Essence whistled out, like the wind and lightning, extremely fast.
"Bang!" The next moment, with a muffled sound, a figure was directly sent flying. While still in the air, the figure exploded into a mass of blood, leaving no bones behind.
The sudden scene made everyone's eyes tremble. They were immediately dumbfounded and showed expressions of disbelief.
"You dare to be so arrogant with only this kind of strength? You are courting death," Nie Tian said coldly, standing where he was. His eyes were cold and murderous.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't move a step. He didn't even use his sword. With just his Sword Essence, he directly killed his opponent. His strength was incredible.
"This … How is this possible?" After a long time, the crowd came to their senses and gasped. They still couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
There was a prohibition on the arena. All the warriors' strength was the same, the peak of the Lower Deity Stage.
But Nie Tian completely crushed his opponent, and he didn't even draw his sword. This was too terrifying.
"This guy's strength is so strange!" On the spectator stand, Mo Yuanwei's eyes trembled and he exclaimed in his heart.
Just now, Nie Tian killed his opponent with just his sharp Sword Essence. From this point, it could be seen that his strength was far more terrifying than Mo Yihan's.
His opponent was not weak. Even Mo Yihan, after activating the Evil Flowing Sword Seal, might not be able to kill him with just his Sword Essence.
Only then did Mo Yuanwei realize that he had underestimated Nie Tian.
In the first battle of the arena, Nie Tian's first move caused a huge sensation. After a long time, the crowd calmed down. Only then did they realize that the silver-haired warrior was a terrible swordsman.
"Nie Tian, you really didn't disappoint me." On the highest stand, a pair of cold eyes locked onto Nie Tian. He smiled and seemed to be very satisfied.
The person secretly observing Nie Tian was none other than Gui Shanquan.
Next, it was time for Nie Tian's big show.
More than ten opponents appeared one after another. None of them were particularly strong, and all of them were defeated by Nie Tian's sword intent.
He didn't kill his opponents, he just defeated them.
In less than half an hour, Nie Tian had won nineteen matches in a row, and the audience was boiling with excitement.
What was even stranger was that from the beginning until the end, he just stood on the arena without moving, and all his opponents were defeated in a single move.
Up until now, Nie Tian had not unsheathed his sword.
"This kid is too scary. I really don't know what his limit is!" Mo Yuanwei was completely shocked by Nie Tian's strength. He never thought that the latter's strength would be so strange that it completely subverted ordinary people's understanding of martial arts.
Up until now, Nie Tian had only relied on sword intent and hadn't used any powerful trump cards.
His opponents were too weak. They were not on the same level at all.
After nineteen consecutive victories, Nie Tian only needed one more win to challenge the Lowgod arena master.
But at this time, the audience was dead silent. No one dared to step forward to challenge.
Nie Tian was too scary, and everyone was afraid of him.
As for those Intermediate and Highgod martial artists, they didn't dare to take the risk, because once they entered the Lowgod arena, they would be suppressed by the restriction and lose their original realm advantage.
If they were killed by Nie Tian under such circumstances, it wouldn't be worth it.
"No one wants to come?" Nie Tian suddenly raised his head and swept his gaze across everyone. He smiled faintly, his eyes full of contempt.
If no one accepted the challenge, it would be very embarrassing.
The Ghost King arena had a rule. If no one challenged within an hour, they would also be qualified to challenge the arena master.
But the people in the arena were facing tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of martial artists. It was really rare that so many people didn't dare to step forward to challenge.
After waiting for more than half an hour, the audience was still dead silent. No one stepped forward.
"It seems that I've overdone it before." Nie Tian shook his head and smiled bitterly. It was quite hard to stand quietly in the arena for an hour.
Soon, another ten minutes passed. The one-hour time limit was almost up.
Hundreds of thousands of people, but no one dared to step forward within an hour. This was the first time in the history of the Ghost King arena.
"Since no one dares to challenge, I can only invite the arena master to come out." Nie Tian smiled faintly and prepared to fight the Lowgod arena master.
He really wanted to see what kind of person the Ghost King Palace's Lowgod arena master was.
"Wait!" At the last moment, a low voice suddenly sounded. Then, a figure appeared and directly landed on the arena. It was a very short figure, only the size of a seven or eight year old child.
"Huh?" When Nie Tian saw that person, his eyes couldn't help but sink. He said in surprise, "It's you!"
The person who appeared at the last moment was none other than the short and thin martial artist that Nie Tian had seen before, Ouyang Can!
"Ouyang Can!" When Mo Yuanwei saw Nie Tian's opponent, his eyes narrowed and he exclaimed in his heart.
"Finally, someone showed up." The crowd let out a long sigh of relief at this moment. Then, their eyes became blazing.
"That's right, it's me." On the arena, Ouyang Can looked at Nie Tian with a Cold smile and said, "Kid, I don't want to be your enemy. As long as you tell me, where are the two girls from the Mo Family? I will immediately admit defeat. How about that? "
"Not much." Nie Tian sneered and said, "Ouyang Can, you overestimate yourself. Do you think you are a threat to me? In this arena, you are no different from anyone else. As long as I want to, I can kill you with my sword! "
His ice-cold voice was extremely domineering.
Ouyang Can's strength was at the mid-stage highgod realm. Outside the arena, Nie Tian did not fear him at all. But inside the arena, where Ouyang Can was under intense suppression, how could Nie Tian take him seriously?
"Brat, you …" Ouyang Can's face darkened and he looked extremely embarrassed. He said in an eerie voice, "You are too arrogant!"
"I am arrogant because I have the right to be arrogant. If you don't want to die, then get lost!" Nie Tian replied in a Cold voice. His eyes were filled with intense killing intent.
"Bastard!" Ouyang Can was completely infuriated by Nie Tian's arrogant words. He was on the verge of going crazy. He roared, "Brat, how dare you look down on me! I will make you pay with your blood!"
As his roar faded, Ouyang Can's body moved and he turned into a disc-shaped vortex. He hovered in mid-air and released an incomparably fierce Sword Essence.
"Is it this strange martial skill again?" Nie Tian smiled Cold. He clenched his fists and the nine dragon veins in his body began to circulate. Streams of dragon aura gathered at the tip of his fist.
Ouyang Can's strength was slightly stronger than the others, but Nie Tian still did not want to use his sword.
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