Chapter 1097

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fierce Battle

"Pavilion Master!

Teach this brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth a lesson. Let him know the prestige of our Emperor Pavilion. "

"A mere peak Golden Venerable defeated a few Heavenly Venerables and he thinks he's the best in the world?

Pavilion Master, you must teach this frog at the bottom of the well a lesson. "

Zhuowen's retreat immediately attracted the loud mockery and ridicule of the Imperial Pavilion members in the stands.

"You overestimate yourself. Do you really think Palm Deva is on par with my big brother?

Do you think you can compete with my big brother just because you defeated Palm Deva?

You're simply a frog at the bottom of the well. "Liu Xiang lifted her chin slightly with a hint of mockery in her beautiful eyes.

On the other side of the stands, Mo Lingtian, Jia Nan, and the other two clenched their fists tightly and frowned slightly. They did not expect Liu Qing to be so powerful. Without using a weapon, he actually forced Zhuowen to retreat.

"Zhuowen!

There are so many geniuses in the academy and countless Heavenly Venerables. However, only thirty-two people can enter the Heavenly Venerables List. Do you really think the geniuses on the Heavenly Venerables List are undeserved? "After forcing Zhuowen to retreat, Liu Qing stood proudly and stared indifferently at Zhuowen.

After controlling the vitality of the Blood Soul Tree and healing the wound on his left hand, Zhuowen's gaze returned to Liu Qing. His expression became extremely serious.

It seemed that he was indeed a little arrogant before. Although Liu Qing's cultivation was the same as Palm Deva's, he was a Middle-stage Heavenly Venerables. However, his combat strength far exceeded the latter's. No wonder Liu Qing could be ranked on the Heavenly Venerables List.

"I was a little arrogant before. However, I think I can still force you to use your weapon and even defeat you."

With that, Zhuo Wen took a step forward, and his speed grew faster and faster. A gust of wind whistled out from his body. Afterwards, a monstrous, blood-red demonic aura surged out from Zhuo Wen's body. Zhuo Wen's black hair was dyed red, and his black eyes became blood-red.

"First-stage Bedevilment!

Merge the Demonic Dao of Slaughter into the momentum of slaughter. Kill! "

With a low cry, the aura around Zhuowen's body became even more terrifying than before. Waves of bloody aura wrapped around his body, causing the current Zhuowen to appear distant and mysterious, as if an ancient demon had been born.

"Hmm?

This fellow's aura … had grown stronger again?

What kind of secret technique is this? "Liu Qing was stunned when he sensed the sudden increase in Zhuowen's aura.

Zhuowen's sudden surge of aura naturally attracted the attention of others below the fighting ring, especially when they saw Zhuowen's blood-red hair and blood-red eyes. Many people were shocked.

"Devil Path Secret Technique?

He really knows a lot of unorthodox things. But even if this kid has a lot of tricks, it's useless. The gap between him and Liu Qing is like a chasm that's impossible to make up for. "

In a remote corner of the stands, Evil Moon sneered. He was somewhat disdainful of Zhuowen's Bedevilment Secret Technique.

Moyan Wushang, who was sitting not far away, shook his head and sneered, "I don't think so. Zhuowen may not lose this time."

Qingyin stuck out her tongue. Naturally, she could feel the tension between Moyan Wushang and Evil Moon. She shrugged and said, "There's nothing to argue about. When the result comes out, everything will be revealed."

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Zhuowen's bloody shadow swept in front of Liu Qing. He raised the Seven Slaughter Blade above his head and immediately slashed down. This blade contained not only the momentum of slaughter, but also the Demonic Dao of Slaughter that Zhuowen had comprehended. When the two were combined, the power was much stronger than before.

Liu Qing frowned slightly. Although he could vaguely feel that Zhuowen's blade was different from the previous one, Liu Qing was not too worried about his own confidence. He also raised his hands, and Yuan Power flowed out and surrounded the surface of his palms.

Clang!

The crisp sound of collision rang out again. This scene was very similar to the previous one. Liu Qing still blocked Zhuowen's Seven Slaughter Blade with his bare hands, but the result was completely different.

Kacha!

A somewhat muffled cracking sound was heard. Soon after, Liu Qing was stunned to discover that traces of cracks had appeared on the surface of the Yuan Power gloves on his hands.

"What's going on?

Why is this guy's blade momentum so much stronger than before? "

Liu Qing exclaimed in a low voice. However, his exclamation did not last long. The Seven Kills Saber's aura was like a rainbow, and the saber's blade flashed with a peerless sharpness. Finally, the Origin Power gloves on his hands were shattered on a large scale.

"Retreat!"

Feeling the cracks spreading on the Yuan Power gloves, Liu Qing's pupils shrank to the extreme. He stomped his feet and immediately flew back, trying to get out of the range of the Seven Slaughter Blade's blade momentum.

"You want to retreat now?

It's a little late. "

Zhuo Wen's chilling voice was transmitted over. Immediately, the Seven Kills Blade swept over. Liu Qing's left pinky and ring fingers were cut off by the Seven Kills Blade as he was caught off guard, causing blood to spurt out.

Deng! Deng!

Deng! Deng! Liu Qing retreated dozens of steps, covering the two broken fingers on his left hand. Bright red blood slowly flowed down from the gaps between his right fingers. The blood dripped on the Battle Stage, making a dripping sound.

Although his voice was very soft, compared to the somewhat quiet atmosphere around him, it actually seemed so loud and clear, clearly echoing in everyone's ears.

"Liu Qing is injured?"

Looking at the blood dripping on the Battle Stage, the surrounding people fell into a short silence, and then a burst of noise broke out.

In the stands, the people of the Emperor Pavilion, led by Liu Xiang, also fell silent. There was a trace of astonishment in their eyes. Even they did not expect that Liu Qing would have two fingers cut off in this confrontation.

"Haha!

Xie Yue, do you still dare to say that Liu Qing will win this battle? "In a remote corner of the stands, Moyan Wushang sneered.

Xie Yue frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Moyan Wushang!

Don't forget, Liu Qing has not used the Black Iron Heavy Spear. Just now, he fought with Zhuowen with his bare hands. If Liu Qing is serious, this Zhuowen will definitely lose. "

"That's not necessarily true!" Moyan Wushang shook her head slightly, her beautiful eyes once again looking at the tall and straight figure.

"You're … courting death!" The silence on the Battle Stage only lasted for a moment before it was broken by an angry voice.

The wounds on Liu Qing's two broken fingers on his left hand had already healed. He stared at Zhuo Wen in shock and anger. For the first time, he was actually injured by an ant that he looked down on in front of so many people. This was absolutely humiliating for Liu Qing.

Boom!

Liu Qing pulled his right hand in front of his chest, and suddenly, the Black Iron Heavy Spear on his back was fiercely held in his hand. Immediately, the end of the spear's handle was heavily smashed on the ground. The oppressive heavy feeling caused the entire Battle Stage to fall into an extremely violent tremor.

At the same time, the eyelids of the people around the Battle Stage twitched slightly. It seemed that Liu Qing was going to use the Black Iron Heavy Spear. This Zhuowen was probably going to be unlucky.

"Good, good, good!

You've successfully angered me. As a reward, I'll torture you and let you feel a deep sense of shame. "Liu Qing stared fiercely at Zhuowen and gnashed his teeth.

Zhuowen stood quietly and stared indifferently at Liu Qing in front of him. He said, "Come on then!

Barking like a dog over there, do you really think you can beat me up? "

As soon as these words came out, Liu Qing's face froze. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. Zhuowen had finally succeeded in angering him.

"Die!"

With a low cry, Liu Qing's right leg suddenly jumped. Immediately, the Black Iron Heavy Spear on the ground was lifted up by his leg. Next, Liu Qing's right palm heavily smashed onto the handle of the Black Iron Heavy Spear. Surging Yuan Power was spat out, and the Black Iron Heavy Spear was like an arrow that had been shot out from a bow.

Swoosh!

A slightly ear-piercing whistle suddenly resounded on the Battle Stage. Soon after, the crowd discovered that the huge Black Iron Heavy Spear was accompanied by a terrifying hissing sound and compressed air as it directly rushed towards Zhuowen.

Zhuowen's pupils shrunk. The aura emitted by the Black Iron Heavy Spear actually caused him to faintly feel apprehensive.

"Slash!"

Zhuowen was as immovable as a mountain. His right hand raised the blade above his head and suddenly chopped down. The Massacre Momentum and the Massacre Demon Way perfectly merged together, mobilizing the Force of Heaven and Earth. In an instant, the air around Zhuowen froze. A terrifying heavy pressure came crushing down, forming countless spiraling forces.

Rumble!

The Seven Murders Blade heavily hacked onto the tip of the Black Iron Heavy Spear. Soon after, Zhuowen was shocked to discover that an extremely terrifying huge force was transmitted from his right hand. This huge force spread out and actually caused the web between his thumb and index finger to become numb.

"Such a powerful force!"

Zhuowen's eyebrows slightly knitted. Under this huge force, he could only feel the blood in his body boiling. Soon after, he continuously retreated. The Seven Murders Blade pressed against the Black Iron Heavy Spear, emitting an extremely loud metallic sound.

Deng deng deng!

Crisp footsteps continuously sounded out, while Zhuowen was still retreating. When his foot stepped on the edge of the Battle Stage, Zhuowen let out a fierce roar. All the strength in his body gathered on his feet. His right foot ruthlessly stomped on the surface of the Battle Stage. The terrifying strength actually caused the rocks at the edge to crack.

Finally, at the edge of the Battle Stage, Zhuowen's figure finally stopped. His right hand, which was holding onto the Seven Murders Blade, faintly trembled. A trace of cherry-red blood flowed out from the web between his thumb and index finger.

"Unexpectedly, you were not blasted out of the Battle Stage by this spear. It seems that your strength has somewhat exceeded my expectations. However, this is also to my liking. I have yet to properly torture you, how can I defeat you so quickly and eliminate you?"

Liu Qing stepped on the empty air and instantly landed on the handle of the Black Iron Heavy Spear. His long black robe fluttered under the whistling wild wind, making flapping sounds as he looked down at Zhuowen from above.

"Kneel down!"

Liu Qing let out a sinister laugh. His right foot suddenly stomped on the Black Iron Heavy Spear. Immediately, an even more terrifying huge force spread out. Soon after, Zhuowen let out a muffled groan. His knees actually bent slightly and he almost knelt on the ground.

"You are quite tenacious. It is better for you to kneel down!"

Liu Qing coldly snorted. He once again lifted his right foot and heavily stomped down. This time around, the force was even stronger than before. He believed that Zhuowen would definitely kneel down.

"Second Level Bedevilment!"