"Although this person is at the top of the third level, the momentum of this sword is not inferior to that of Li Si's master. If he is willing to cherish his life, he has the strength to enter the academy. Unfortunately, he dares to provoke me and has no room for turning back..."

Yang Zheng stood there, staring at the murderous Ren Tianzhen, gently swinging the blade, without revealing any breath. However, the moment the sword light roared, a cold light burst out from the blade and flashed away.

He moved so fast that many people didn't realize that he had already made a blow.

The next moment, Ren Tianzhen, who rushed behind him, had a stiff body, and a red blood line surged from his neck, and blood splattered out.

Ren Tianzhen's eyes were bulging tightly, and he couldn't believe his eyes until his death. What shocked him was not Yang Zheng's sword speed, but the moment he saw something else from that sword.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Before the two fought, everyone knew in their hearts that Yang Zheng was likely to win and would not be surprised by the result. But they never expected that the battle was so short that it ended with the death of his opponent.

This is the first time that someone died in this year's decisive battle. Yang Zheng cut his throat with a knife and was fierce and decisive, leaving no chance to survive.

Obviously, his intention was to kill people.

He killed someone as soon as he came on the stage, and the tough style he showed moved the audience. Especially the candidates next to the battle stage, all of them were pale and deeply understood Yang Zheng's skills, and at the same time they also realized the cruelty of competition.

In the duel arena, people will die.

Yang Zheng looked calm, turned to look at the examiner and said, "Senior, as long as the other party does not admit defeat, then life and death are destined to be born and die, and each one depends on his ability, and there is no need to hold the murderer responsible, right?"

The examiner was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Yang Zheng to talk to him, and was so calm. He replied: "The rules are indeed the case. As long as one party says the word 'I admit defeat', the other party must stop unconditionally."

Yang Zheng nodded, said nothing, and walked towards the queue.

What is interesting is that he glanced at everyone in the queue. This was a silent deterrence, which was equivalent to warning everyone that you all heard the rules clearly. Whoever dared to provoke me again and tried to play a wheel battle would kill me!

Seeing his ancient Jing Wubo's eyes, everyone shuddered, and the atmosphere between the scene became strange.

Many people have the same tacit understanding in their hearts - don't mess with Yang Zheng.

After all, the candidates compete for recruitment seats. As long as they can advance to the top 64, they can enter the academy. There is no need to seek death in order to compete for the long term and challenge Yang Zheng, the great devil.

What's wrong with letting him advance?

However, some people have a mission and dare not stand idly by, and they still maintain confidence in their own strength. How could they give up if they don’t fight with Yang Zheng?

Not long after, a tall young man stepped out. Although it was the cold winter season, he still exposed a large area of ​​muscles, burly and strong, full of strength.

He stared at Yang Zheng and said in a deep voice: "I can see that you just made a breeze. Humph, you are not good at doing well, but your heart is so arrogant. This is looking for death!"

As soon as this statement was made, the young candidates were confused, but the elders watching the battle nodded one after another. With their eyes, they naturally saw it clearly. Yang Zheng's sword actually used the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

He used his way to do it and killed the Taoist Ren Tianzhen with Taoist swordsmanship. Therefore, the elders were even more amazed. He showed this sword in front of everyone, clearly trying to slap the Taoist!

Yang Zheng knew that this man was also a Taoist genius, so he went to the battlefield again.

He kept his calm mind and had no intention of underestimating the enemy. He silently observed this person.

"From the perspective of realm, he is in the perfect three realms, slightly better than me. Looking at his strong body, he should be good at power, and the Qingfeng Sword Technique is light and agile. If he collides with him head-on, I may not be able to gain a advantage."

Thinking of this, he inserted his knife back into the sheath, pinched his fist, and "Come on the name."

"Yu Yong!"

Seeing that he took the initiative to put away the knife, the man couldn't help but sneer: "Want to fight with me? Within three punches, you will definitely regret your arrogance."

As he said that, he roared, picked up his huge fist, and ran towards Yang Zheng.

The entire battle platform shook accordingly.

Faced with the heavy punch Yu Yong hit, Yang Zheng calmly lifted his breath, bent his arms, cohesively, and punched. His movements were firm and capable, without any extra movements, and he also punched him.

Bang!

The two fists were touching each other, and the domineering fists crushed each other, and the violent impact was transmitted back along the two of them, causing them to be shaken back.

Yu Yong retreated for ten steps, while Yang Zheng took only one step back.

Even so, Yang Zheng still felt incredible and sighed: "Your internal strength is very good. You can even make me take a step back. You must have practiced some kind of advanced internal skills."

After Yu Yong stabilized his body, the blood and blood in his body churned, and it felt very uncomfortable. He was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood when he heard him. He thought that it would be no problem to defeat Yang Zheng with his strong internal strength, but he never thought that he could only let Yang Zheng take a step back.

Although what Yang Zheng said was the truth, it was clearly a satirizing him to Yu Yong.

His face was flushed and he secretly stretched his fist that was numbed, and said sternly: "The internal strength of Taoism is the best in the world. Do you think there is only one "Chongxu True Sutra"? I practiced the "Tongxuan True Sutra", which is not inferior to you at all!"

When Yang Zheng heard this, his eyes were slightly stern, and he thought about the name "Tongxuan True Sutra".

As far as he knows, in the history of Taoism, in addition to Lao Tzu, the four real people were highly respected, namely Tongxuan, Chongxu, Nanhua and Dongling.

Among them, the Chongxu Zhenren is Liezi, and his classic works are the "Chongxu Zhenshu". As for the Nanhua Zhenren, it is even more famous Zhuangzi, so there is no need to say much. Tongxuan Zhenren refers to Wenzi, who was also famous all over the world during the Warring States Period.

No wonder Yu Yong has strong internal strength and can equally match the "Chongxu True Sutra". It turns out that this person has practiced the "Tongxuan True Sutra" and is really not inferior to the internal level. He has strong confidence and dares to be an enemy of Yang Zheng.

"If you can practice the "Tongxuan True Sutra", your relationship with Taoism should be quite small, right?"

Yu Yong showed a proud look on his face, and was about to boast about his identity. Unexpectedly, Yang Zheng changed his mind, "It's a pity that such good internal skills fell into the hands of a reckless man, and he was shocked ten steps back, and he still had a look of smugness..."

He deliberately wanted to inspire Yu Yong.

In fact, the two of them have equal internal skills and achievements. The reason for the huge difference is due to the Dragon Soul Dominant Body. The powerful force that the Dominant Body possesses is not something Yu Yong can compete with, so he took ten steps back and fell at a disadvantage.

Since this person is the core genius of Taoism, then, no matter what, Yang Zheng has to get rid of him and deal a heavy blow to Taoism in public.
Chapter completed!