Chapter 109: Two consecutive slashes! A great melee!

"Kill."

Lu Zhangsheng raised his blade and rushed up quickly.

With a stamp of his feet, he flashed a few times and arrived in front of the other party, slashing forward with one blade.

"Whoosh..."

The sharp blade light flickered in the void, emitting a piercing screech, the momentum fierce and peerless.

"Slash."

Shangguan Jinghong was not to be outdone, drawing his blade and slashing forward, as fast as a thunderbolt.

Snow-white blade light swallowed and spat on the blade body, emitting astonishing killing intent.

For this strike, he also used his full force; facing such a strong enemy, he dared not hold back in the slightest.

The speed of the two was so fast that even the many experts off-stage couldn't see clearly.

This battle was also the peak duel of fast blades between the righteous and evil camps.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The long blades in the hands of the two collided fiercely, the violent collision sound ringing through the clouds.

A powerful energy splashed wantonly, carving streaks of marks into the ground bricks and stones, the surrounding dust rolling, a complete mess.

After one strike.

Lu Zhangsheng landed steadily on the ground, his expression very flat.

His entire body did not move in the slightest, emitting a sense of being as immovable as a mountain.

Conversely, Shangguan Jinghong was knocked back more than ten meters by a huge counter-shock force, his right hand holding the blade unable to stop trembling.

"What astonishing power."

Shangguan Jinghong was full of shock, as if a monstrous wave were surging in his heart.

He only felt a sharp energy continuously attacking from his own long blade, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The other party's strength was simply terrifying.

I am afraid that except for that madman Mo Xueyou, no one could kill this person.

Lu Zhangsheng stared fixedly at Shangguan Jinghong, killing intent flashing through his eyes.

For this strike, he did not activate the Threefold Wave secret art.

Mo Xueyou off-stage was definitely observing his own strength in secret.

Before figuring out the other party's hidden trump card, he decided to keep a hand.

This time, relying on his upgraded blade technique, it was exactly equivalent to his strength after activating the secret art initially.

This could also bring about some misjudgment from Mo Xueyou.

It would have great benefits at a critical moment.

Seeing this, the many heretic cultists had expressions that were incomparably solemn.

Shangguan Jinghong was not weak; being able to suppress him with one blade was enough to prove this person's strength.

Mo Xueyou had once frankly stated that Ye Chen's strength also belonged to the superior class among Blood Exchange, except for a few top-tier experts.

"This person is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Everyone secretly became vigilant in their hearts.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhangyun and the many other government experts were full of excitement.

After losing two matches in a row, they finally saw hope of winning this battle.

Regarding the strength Lu Zhangsheng displayed, everyone was quite surprised.

The other party was young, yet could be second only to Mo Xueyou and Zhao Zhangyun and others; his future was limitless.

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories."

On the city wall, many soldiers shouted loudly one after another, their expressions excited beyond measure.

This Lord Ye had already become like the guardian god of the small town, making people admire him immensely.

"Brother Shangguan, use speed to suppress this person, do not clash head-on with him..."

At this time, in the heretic cult camp, an old man in black clothes shouted loudly.

The many heretic cultists around also revealed a look of agreement one after another.

In their view, as long as they could drag this person down and fight to a draw, it would be a victory.

No matter how strong the other party's strength was, it would be of no avail.

Shangguan Jinghong's speed was the best among everyone, almost without the possibility of failure.

Regarding this point, everyone was convinced without doubt.

Hearing these words, Zhao Zhangyun and the others were full of dissatisfaction, their hearts quite disdainful.

Shangguan Jinghong also planned this way; after one strike, he had completely figured out the other party's strength.

Naturally, he would no longer choose to clash head-on with him.

"Compare speed?"

Lu Zhangsheng sneered repeatedly in his heart, but his expression was extremely calm.

He saw him stamp his feet and rush up as fast as lightning.

Shangguan Jinghong was full of confidence; when it came to footwork, he had never feared anyone.

He also flashed his body and rushed out, like a thunderbolt.

"Shoo..."

Two figures with astonishing speed traveled across the battle platform, accompanied by endless blade light cutting through the void.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Bursts of roaring sounds rang through the clouds, the energy splashing wantonly, kicking up layers of dust.

It was almost difficult for the people off-stage to observe the movements of the two fighting, only able to watch the streaks of residual shadows traveling across the arena.

One white and one red, two rays of radiance flickered in the void.

Lu Zhangsheng, relying on his top-tier footwork, only used half of his power to firmly suppress the other party to a disadvantage.

The long blade in his hand was waved so tightly that not even water could pass through, like a giant net, gradually surrounding the other party in the center.

Shangguan Jinghong was full of fear, a sense of death surging into his heart.

Making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He was already fully activating his footwork, yet he was still at an absolute disadvantage.

This simply made it difficult for him to believe.

"Not good, Shangguan Jinghong's speed has been suppressed."

The many heretic cultists off-stage had their eyes wide open, faces full of shock.

One had to know that Shangguan Jinghong's speed was not even surpassed by Mo Xueyou, yet this person Ye Chen could firmly suppress him.

The many government martial artists revealed looks of joy one after another.

They were sure to win this battle.

Just when everyone was discussing heatedly, changes occurred again on the field.

Only to see Lu Zhangsheng firmly forcing Shangguan Jinghong into a corner, unable to escape.

As the long blade in his hand was waved, the blade light was incomparably brilliant.

Endless radiance surrounded Shangguan Jinghong, looking dangerous yet gorgeous.

"I..."

Shangguan Jinghong just prepared to open his mouth to concede, and then flee.

Although it was a death match, as long as he escaped off the stage, would the other party dare to chase and kill him?

Just when he was making his wishful thinking, a dazzling ray of light instantly slashed across Shangguan Jinghong's neck.

"You..."

Shangguan Jinghong clutched his neck, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Then he fell backward, his round head rolling to the side, a large amount of fresh blood gushing out.

The other party's eyeballs were still wide open, looking quite eerie.

One blade, Shangguan Jinghong was beheaded.

Lu Zhangsheng stood with his blade put away, his expression flat.

"Concede."

He smiled, and did not leave the battle platform, turning instead to cast his gaze toward the many heretic cult experts off-stage.

Everything happened too quickly, leaving everyone unable to react.

"Shangguan Jinghong is dead just like that?"

The many heretic cultists were full of fear.

That blade just now was too fast; even they hadn't seen it clearly, and Shangguan Jinghong was suddenly gone.

This kind of speed and blade technique, even if they went on stage, it would be difficult to block.

For some Bone Forging martial artists, it was simply a nightmare.

The other party could slaughter a large area in an instant.

"Lord Ye, ten thousand victories."

The many government martial artists cheered one after another, the slump of losing two matches just now instantly swept away.

Everyone was full of excitement, fists clenched, extremely agitated.

Zhao Zhangyun and the few other Blood Exchange experts were also full of surprise.

This kind of strength was almost second only to Zhao Zhangyun and Zhang Yonghong.

On the city wall, Yue Shulan and Tong Yuhua and the others were also excited, their faces flushed red.

One heretic cult expert was beheaded, and the greater their chances of winning.

Lu Zhangsheng did not pay attention to everyone, stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

A momentum like a mountain emerged spontaneously.

Carrying the might of a great victory, it made the many heretic cultists off-stage feel as if they couldn't breathe.

He had sufficient Source Energy Points in his hand, enough to fight a bloody battle for days and nights; the consumption of killing Shangguan Jinghong was not worth mentioning.

Seeing this situation, Mo Xueyou and the others had faces that turned cold.

The other party clearly was not prepared to leave the stage and wanted to continue competing.

"Who is going up next? This person's consumption is likely not small, plus the things in your hands..."

Mo Xueyou said in a low voice to the people beside him.

At this time, a middle-aged man in black clothes had his eyes light up.

The next match was supposed to be his turn, and he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.

However, after hearing Mo Xueyou's words, he had a trace of confidence.

As long as he could shoot the Blood Evil Needle in his hand into the other party's body, this person would definitely die.

By then, he would have made a great contribution.

Moreover, he also practices hard-body arts, and relying on his Blood Exchange perfection strength, holding on for a while is not difficult.

Thinking of this, Xia Yongqian's gaze flickered: "Let me come." After finishing, he leaped and rushed toward the high platform.

He jumped into the platform instantly and landed steadily on the flat ground.

A group of heretic cultists had eyes that flickered uncertainly; they also knew that to kill this person Ye Chen, they could only rely on the Blood Evil Divine Needle.

This needle specifically countered hard Qi skills; even if the other party practiced body protection techniques, they might not necessarily be able to block it.

"Brother Ye, no need to force yourself. If the consumption is too great, you can leave the stage first..."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhangyun and the others hurriedly opened their mouths to advise.

They were also worried about Lu Zhangsheng having a mishap.

The hard-won victory was reversed again.

The group of heretic cult experts definitely had hidden weapons in their hands and would definitely use them this time; if one was not careful, it would be dangerous.

On the city wall, Yue Shulan and the others were also somewhat worried.

Beheading a Blood Exchange Perfection expert must have a not-small consumption; fighting a heretic cult expert again, the outcome was hard to predict.

Lu Zhangsheng only smiled faintly and did not pay attention to everyone.

"Kid, you are really arrogant, watch how This Seat slaughters you."

Seeing Lu Zhangsheng not look at him in the slightest, Xia Yongqian was enraged.

He carried a giant hammer and killed his way up directly.

He arrived in front of Lu Zhangsheng in an instant and smashed a hammer fiercely toward the front.

"Whoosh..."

Even in the air, bursts of sonic booms came. At the same time, his body protection technique was also activated to the limit.

A powerful Qi and Blood rushed straight into the clouds.

Lu Zhangsheng's expression was as calm as water.

He drew his blade and slashed forward instantly.

"Zzz..."

A dazzling cold light flickered in the void, as if wanting to cut through everything, the momentum fierce and peerless.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two sides collided fiercely, violent energy sweeping in all directions, kicking up layers of smoke and clouds.

The battle platform under their feet cracked incessantly, as if it were about to collapse in the next moment.

After experiencing several great battles, this temporarily built battle platform was also about to be unable to hold on.

After one strike.

Lu Zhangsheng, like a towering mountain, stood steadily in place.

Qi and Blood gushed from his whole body, a powerful momentum permeating the entire field.

Conversely, Xia Yongqian retreated more than ten meters, his face full of shock.

The hands holding the hammer couldn't stop trembling; just now, in this collision, he felt as if he had smashed a hammer against a giant mountain.

That counter-shock force was extremely astonishing.

"What strong power."

He had practiced hard skills for many years, yet he was still inferior to the other party, and this was still with the factor that this person had fought one battle already.

Simply shocking.

The many government martial artists saw their own expert occupy the upper hand again, and couldn't help but reveal looks of joy, instantly putting their hearts at ease.

"In this battle, Lord Ye has a chance for two consecutive victories."

Just at this moment, Lu Zhangsheng moved again.

He flashed his feet and rushed up quickly, like a thunderbolt.

He arrived in front of Xia Yongqian in an instant and raised his blade to slash.

Sharp blade light traveled wantonly in the void, killing intent surging.

Xia Yongqian gritted his teeth and fully activated his secret art to meet him.

"As long as I persist for a moment, let the other party slow down, and activate the hidden weapon, I can kill this person..."

He pondered secretly in his heart.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two sides fought endlessly on the battle platform, violent energy sweeping in all directions.

Dust rolled all around, a complete mess.

Lu Zhangsheng drove the long blade, waving it wantonly, the streaks of blade light turning into a giant net, surrounding the other party within it.

As if netting a piece of prey.

Xia Yongqian resisted with all his might, always looking for an opportunity in his heart.

Time passed slowly.

Half an hour passed.

"Bastard, why is his speed always so fast..."

Xia Yongqian roared repeatedly in his heart.

After activating the secret art for a long time, he was somewhat unable to persist.

The other party's speed had no intention of slowing down, and his hidden weapon simply couldn't lock onto this person.

Just when Xia Yongqian prepared to turn and flee, an unexpected change occurred.

Lu Zhangsheng's speed suddenly soared by a notch, slashing toward Xia Yongqian as fast as lightning.

Before Xia Yongqian could react, the sharp blade light instantly slashed across this person's neck.

"Whoosh..."

Only to see a huge head soar into the sky, rolling toward the stage, a large amount of fresh blood gushing out, staining a small patch of bricks and stones red.

Xia Yongqian's headless corpse also fell backward.

One strike, Xia Yongqian died.

All of this happened in an instant.

"Lord Ye is divine."

Countless government soldiers cheered one after another, their faces flushed red with excitement, the shouting sound ringing through the clouds.

Even the commoners in the city spontaneously celebrated.

As if it were a festival.

"What fast blade technique."

Zhao Zhangyun and the others were also full of surprise.

Even they hadn't seen clearly, and Xia Yongqian had already been beheaded; such astonishing speed was simply terrifying.

In the last battle against Shangguan Jinghong, clearly the other party hadn't revealed his full strength.

This Ye Chen's strength refreshed everyone's cognition time and time again.

The many heretic cult experts off-stage were full of fear one after another.

This kind of scene was completely different from what they expected.

The other party's speed remained consistent, and the last blade actually exceeded the limit, somewhat eerie.

Even Mo Xueyou's face was quite ugly.

Losing two matches in a row, the many heretic cultists were full of anger.

"Concede."

Lu Zhangsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression flat.

Beheading two people in a row, he still hadn't used the secret art, his strength always retaining some.

Seeing that Lu Zhangsheng still had no intention of leaving the stage.

The many heretic cultists on the field clenched their fists, their eyes as if about to spray fire.

The other party simply didn't look at them in his eyes; this posture clearly wanted to rely on his own strength to pierce through all of them.

Simply whimsical.

"This person is truly courting death."

Killing intent was fully revealed in everyone's eyes.

"Who is going up next?"

Mo Xueyou's tone was incomparably grim, fully suppressing the anger in his heart.

An old man in yellow clothes heard this, his eyes tightening.

According to the number, it should be his turn to go on stage to fight.

However, he retreated, not daring to go on stage at all.

The momentum of this person beheading two Blood Exchange Perfection experts made him tremble with fear.

He was afraid, afraid of death.

Mo Xueyou's gaze swept around, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

According to this situation, sending someone on stage again might just be sending them to their death.

Thinking of all his plans coming to nothing made the killing intent in his heart boil infinitely.

"Everyone, immediately kill those government martial artists."

Mo Xueyou revealed a fierce look and quickly issued the order.

Since they couldn't get any benefits from the arena battle, then they would just start the final decisive battle.

As for the arena contract? What kind of dog-fart thing was that! People of their Holy Sect never cared about these useless things.

Only what was beneficial to them was called a contract; otherwise, it was toilet paper.

Zhao Zhangyun and the others had been staring at Mo Xueyou's group.

Seeing the other party jumping over the wall like a dog, their faces were extremely angry.

"Mo Xueyou has already torn up the agreement, everyone go together, exterminate them..."

Zhao Zhangyun also instantly issued the order.

"Kill..."

The forces of both sides rushed forward in a mighty force.

Rolling baleful aura rushed straight into the clouds, the entire battlefield chaotic and unbearable.

Before long, a large number of experts collided together.

Shouting sounds, weapon collision sounds, body shattering sounds, all entered the ears, filling the entire battlefield.

The six great Blood Exchange Perfection experts of both the righteous and evil sides all matched up.

Zhao Zhangyun matched up directly with Mo Xueyou.

Because Lu Zhangsheng killed two Blood Exchange Perfection experts, it caused the number of top-tier experts on both sides to be equal once again.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 110 =====