Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Zheng has come to the free capital for half a month.

During this month and a half, he did nothing, but focused on learning about the situation in the free capital. Li Bofeng gave him some black stone coins, and after figuring out the market, Tang Zheng sold some of the materials he brought. The materials he brought from the Qixia Realm were not easy to obtain in the Blood River Realm, and Tang Zheng didn't know when he would use them in the future, so he was reluctant to sell more, just selling some surplus materials.

Because of their rarity, these materials can still be sold for a good price in the free capital. However, Tang Zheng also needed materials himself, and most of the money was also spent on materials. Of the forty-two kinds of materials missing, Tang Zheng only found thirty-one in the end, and eleven of them were relatively rare, and they couldn't find them for a while, so they could only wait slowly.

After buying the materials, there is not much money left, and in the free capital, where the gold is sold, there is only enough to eat and drink, as for finding a feng shui treasure to cultivate or something, then don't think about it at all.

"The City of Freedom...... That's how you force people into the arena, right?" Standing at the window, Tang Zheng tossed a black stone coin, his gaze resting on a huge circular building in the distance.

It was the Skyfire Arena, located in the very center of the city, like a city within a city in itself.

Every day, countless people rush into this arena, fighting, fighting, fighting to the death, and there are also countless people watching the battle.

The cultivators who were supposed to participate in the Heavenly Dao were killed here for the sake of resources, and the so-called immortal demeanor was torn and shattered like a piece of clothing. In a world where life and death are unpredictable, cultivators are like fighters, and the only way to fight is to fight for the future.

Of course, Tang Zheng has not yet reached this point, but if he does not take precautions, he is afraid that it will be the same sooner or later. And most importantly, if he wants to get the rest of the material, he must have enough resources.

"Brother, are you going to participate?" asked Yi Yi with wide eyes.

"Of course. Tang Zheng replied.

In the past half a month, he has not been in vain, mainly to understand the strength and cruelty in the Tianhuo Arena. Frequent visits to the Skyfire Arena are also another reason for his fast consumption of funds.

After being an audience for half a month, Tang Zheng finally got tired of watching the performance and decided to leave the show in person.

He's going to be here, earning the qiē he needs!

"Tomorrow, we'll go to the arena!" Tang Zheng clenched his fist, and the black stone coin had fallen into his hand, gradually squeezing and deforming under his powerful force.

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Early the next morning, Tang Zheng came to the arena to sign up.

According to the rules of the arena, the first gladiatorial fight of a cultivator is a melee, and only those who survive the melee are eligible to enter the official competition.

Each cultivator who participates in the competition can get a jade medal, and the plaque records all his achievements, and the arena arranges the competition according to the jade medal.

The Skyfire Arena is very large, it is said to be an arena, but it is actually equivalent to a city. There are 32 arenas in the arena, and even the smallest one can accommodate 100,000 people.

What Tang Zheng went to was this smallest arena.

Despite being the smallest arena, it was still crowded with spectators. The blood clan, the demon race, and the human race sat together for the first time here, cheering for their own race.

The unique relationship between the three forces makes them see the arena as a battlefield of another kind of shì, and continue to write about the grievances and fights between the races.

Therefore, when Tang Zheng came here, he felt the cry of a landslide and tsunami.

Although he had been to the arena before and watched the fight, this was his first time as a competitor.

Different angles, different feelings.

"It's really exciting. Tang Zai muttered to himself.

He has always been a calm person, but in this group of surging emotions, he can't help but feel agitated and gush out some blood.

"Boil, it won't be long before it cools down. A voice rang out not far away.

Tang Zheng looked up, and in the corner, a demon man with black mist evaporating all over his body hummed and said. His body was strong, his muscles bulging, and his scarlet eyes revealed a strong desire to kill. There is a sharp horn on the top of the head, which means that it should be a monster.

Shapeshifter!

"The same goes for you, Durhino. In another corner, a young man of the Blood Clan with a somewhat pale face suddenly said. He had a scimitar in his hand and was sharpening his nails.

The demon man glanced at the young man of the blood clan and snorted, "Then let's go on the field and see who can kill whom, Bai Yan." ”

The two men seemed to have known each other for a long time, glaring at each other and then not speaking.

There were a hundred people in the war zone.

Everyone waited here quietly, waiting for the moment of killing.

Finally.

The door opened with a babbling sound.

With that ray of light entering, there was a roar like a tidal wave.

The competitors who were waiting to fight walked towards the arena, and they could see that there was still some flesh and blood left on the field, which meant that there had been some bloody battles before they took the field.

And around the arena, there is a crystal wall of light.

It was a large guardian circle that separated the competitors from the spectators, ensuring that the battle would not accidentally injure the spectators. The defensive nature of the guardian circle is extremely strong, and even if a Purple Mansion level powerhouse comes over, it may not be able to blast away.

At this moment, as a hundred competitors entered, a high-pitched voice had already sounded:

"Next, it's the hundred-man melee that everyone is looking forward to. This time, a hundred people are in the scuffle, and a few good players are coming, and everyone will see a high-level killing feast......"

The audience at the scene let out a disdainful voice of disdain, obviously tired of hearing the host's statement for a long time, and disdainful.

“...... Then, according to the rules, 100 people are fighting, no limit to means, as long as it is their own strength, they can be used, and only the ten people who survive in the end can be qualified for promotion. ”

The low-level arena is different from the high-level arena in that there are no gladiatorial stars here, and the strength is generally low, but the casualties here are more than those in the high-level arena. It relies on a lot of blood, killing, and dead people to attract the audience, rather than great strength and clever combat skills.

Because of this, the mortality rate is higher in the lower competitive areas than in the senior divisions.

Because it's easier for people here to get and it's not worth much.

Out of a hundred participants, only ten people make the cut, with a 10 percent survival rate.

The most ironic thing is that there is only a reward of ten Blackstone coins, a number that mercilessly mocks how worthless human life is.

Despite this, the cultivators still threw themselves into the arena like moths to the flames.

Because as you level up in the arena, the rewards you can get will increase rapidly, and the more you get to the back, the more terrifying the rewards become. It's so scary that people are willing to fight for it, even if they know that there is little hope.

The contestants had already stood on a platform, separated by dozens of zhang from each other, and for cultivators, such a distance was too small. The arena, isolated by the defensive wall, resembled a huge iron cage, holding a hundred ferocious beasts, staring at each other with bloody eyes.

With the host's "start", the light curtain on the platform is removed, the last shackles disappear, and all the contestants jump off the platform at the same time.

They shouted wildly and rushed towards their nearby opponents, their hands already lit up with all kinds of brilliance.

Kill, begin!

Tang Zheng's position is in the middle of the team, which is a bit unfavorable, because except for the rear, there are enemies on the left and right fronts.

As soon as the battle began, Tang Zheng quickly retreated.

In the open space in front of him, one spell after another was smashed - at least three opponents chose him at the same time.

Do I look that weak?

Tang Zheng was a little speechless.

As he flew back, he had an extra brilliant sword in his hand.

Rainfall Frost Sword!

He obtained a large number of swords when he destroyed the Peerless Sword Pavilion in Moqiu, and although most of them were fused by him to the Emperor's Blade, he still left ten superb magic swords and three god-level swords.

What he used at this moment was one of the best magic weapons. He didn't use the Emperor's Blade, and in this high-profile environment, he was really not used to exposing his most powerful hole cards.

Because of the ever-changing nature of the Divine Court, Tang Zheng was actually extremely proficient in the use of swords, and he did not have the slightest sense of smoothness.

At this moment, the sword came out, and with a swipe of his hand, a sword qi had slashed towards a demon giant who rushed towards him.

The demon giant man didn't dodge or dodge, and rushed straight towards Tang Zheng, and the sword qi slashed at the giant man, and only a white mark was slashed.

What a strong body.

Although he had known that the demon clan had a good hand in refining the body, seeing that the sword he swung out with two percent of his strength was blocked as if nothing had happened, Tang Zheng still exclaimed.

The big man had already rushed over with a cruel smile, and his giant hand swirled out under a black cloud: "Die, boy!"

Tang Zheng pursed his lips, patted the Flying Rain Frost Sword and said, "Don't lose the face of your best magic weapon." ”

As he spoke, the frost sword body automatically let out a clear trembling sound, and then a child's image appeared on the sword body.

Sword Spirit!

This is the sword soul that will only appear after it has been perfected to a certain extent, and it is no longer a hazy will, but has a more obvious image.

The thirteen swords left behind by Tang Zheng were not left indiscriminately, each of them was the best of the best, and the sword spirit was the basic characteristic of the superb. It was precisely because they were so rare that Tang Zheng would leave these swords behind, and he was reluctant to break them like this.

At this moment, as soon as the sword spirit came out, Tang Zheng handed it forward, and the Flying Rain Frost Sword had already flown towards the giant man, and countless sword shadows were conjured in an instant. This is exactly the characteristic of the Rainfall Frost Sword, which can turn a single attack into a thousand times. Although the strength of each attack decreases, the total attack power is doubled, and the strongest can be increased to 10 times, which is extremely useful in both heads-up group battles.

The giant man was also an experienced man, and he knew that it was not good as soon as he heard the sound of the sword, and with a loud shout, the black qi all over his body had formed a hard black armor to envelop himself, and at the same time, a cloud of light was released from his body.

He was originally a person who refined his body, and he had a steel refining demon body on his body, and at this moment, he applied a magic armor and a magic shield to protect his body, and under multiple defenses, he protected himself tightly, and said with a cruel smile: "You can't hurt me!"

At the same time, a large piece of sword light had fallen on the magic shield that shrouded the giant man, and thousands of sword shadows hit the shield like a raging storm, and the talisman magic cover was smashed to pieces with just one blow, and the remaining sword light continued to rush forward, hitting those black scale armors, stirring up a piece of black powder, and those guardian scales were all twisted into powder by this terrifying sword tide.

The giant man retreated violently in the frantic impact, but the remaining sword tide still surged towards him, crashing into him, and the demon body that was still extremely strong before was stabbed into a sieve at this moment.

The Blood Fountain is raging.

With just one sword, the demon giant's several defenses were completely destroyed, and dozens of holes appeared on his body.

At this time, the sword spirit smiled at Tang Zheng, and disappeared from the sword again.

Kill this giant man, Tang Zheng is not in a hurry to attack, but continues to wander in the crowd, as long as others don't kill him, he won't provoke others.

As far as he is concerned, he doesn't need to kill many people in this 100-person melee qualifier, he just needs to be one of the ten people who survive.

In addition, there is another important reason, that is, he needs to absorb the blood and qi on this battlefield.

The power of flesh and blood is the key to the growth of the flesh mill.

Don't look at the current flesh grinding disc as if it is already very fierce, in fact, it still has a lot of room for improvement.

If Tang Zheng's original strongest attack was the sword intent, then with the appearance of the flesh grinding plate, the knife intent had to be in second place.

It's not that the attack of the sword intent is weaker than the flesh grinding plate, but the knife intent also has stages, and Tang Zheng's current sword intent is only a small success at best.

And the improvement of sword intent requires comprehension, and the flesh grinding disc only needs enough blood qi.

The sword intent may be stronger in terms of power, but in terms of promotion, the flesh grinding disc is more convenient and more immediate.

Because of this, Tang Zheng is now also seizing an opportunity to improve the flesh grinding plate.

In addition to this, it is in this place that the killing and destruction are further understood.

At this time, the field was already a sea of blood.

There are cultivators everywhere who are slaughtering, humans, blood clans, demons, killing all together.

As a qualifying round, the strength of the contestants is uneven. The weak will die at the beginning, and the strong will eat all the four, which is extremely common in the arena.

Because of this, the killing in the melee of 100 people seems more enjoyable, and it is easy to distinguish between strong and weak.

In this scuffle, the most dominant ones are still the blood clan and the demon clan, and the participants of these two sides are already more numerous and stronger.

For example, the demon giant that Tang Zheng killed just now, although his strength was not as good as Tang Zheng, he was obviously not weak, but among these hundred people, strength like this abounded. Among them, the most conspicuous were the demon man who had spoken to Tang Zheng before, the lone rhino, and the white eyes of the young man of the blood clan.

In addition, there is also a demon fierce man who is as strong as an ox, and it seems that he is a human demon, a blood woman, and a human man with a giant sword are quite good.

The human man with the giant sword was besieged by two blood clans and a demon clan at the same time, but he advanced and retreated freely, and did not fall behind at all. Not only that, but he even had time to help other humans, and while fighting back, he said, "Unite, kill these blood and demon clans first!"

At his call, several human contestants gathered together to fight side by side with him. The situation of separate battles is now evolving into joint operations.

However, Duxi and Baiyan were disdainful of this scene, and even Tang Zheng shook his head.

Because he knows that doesn't make any sense.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard a loud roar in the arena.

The roar shook everyone's hearts, but the audience burst into loud cheers.

Then the door of the arena side opened, and a huge fire bull appeared from behind the door.

As it appeared, the earth trembled with a bang, as if the fiery bull could collapse the arena with a few movements. Of course, this is not possible, each arena is protected by a magic circle, and this tremor is intentional, mainly to enhance the excitement of the audience.

Seeing the appearance of the huge fire bull, the contestants shouted one after another: "Brute beast, it's brute beast!"

Not every contestant will know the content before competing, so there are quite a few people who don't know that a situation that often occurs in a hundred-person scuffle: the release of a brute beast.

The beast was unleashed in order to create a more chaotic situation.

Chaos makes the killing more aimless, and it makes the situation more brutal, brutal, and thus more exciting.

If the audience wants to watch the camp confrontation, they will naturally choose the venue with the camp confrontation, and there is no need for the contestants to organize it. Since it's a scuffle here, it must be mixed to the end.

The same kind needs to kill each other!

"Roar!" In the midst of a huge roar, the Fire Bull Brute Beast roared and rushed towards everyone.

Its huge body was like a small mountain, and it was brutal and domineering towards everyone.

This is at least an eighth-level brute beast.

In the hierarchical division of the Blood River Realm, the eighth-level brute beast is equivalent to the real person of the heart demon, and its strength can be imagined.

Countless spells flew out of the air, trying to stop the berserk beast from approaching, but those spells fell on the fire bull's body, bringing only limited damage, but the pain stimulated the fire bull, making it more violent and the momentum of the impact more violent.

Rumble!

The fire bull rushed through the center of the arena, and a Blood Clan contestant who couldn't dodge was hit on the spot. First, the sharp horns hit him, knocking him flying and piercing his shield, and then the furious hooves stepped on his body, and the bloodclan reacted quickly, and the moment the iron hoof stepped on it, he suddenly spat out blood, and the blood condensed into a shield to protect his whole body. The next moment, the iron hooves stepped on, and the blood clotting shield on the blood clan's body was deformed and cracked like a flattened egg yolk. The moment the shield shattered, the blood clan suddenly accelerated, turned into a puff of blood mist and disappeared, and finally escaped this terrifying trampling. Regrouping his body, the Bloodclan let out a long sigh of the aftermath, and then the sword light swept by, and his head flew high.

A demon cut off his head.

The team organized by the Giant Sword Men was naturally scattered by the formation.

Under the iron hooves of this berserk fire bull, no one can effectively form a formation to fight, and most importantly, no one else will give them a chance.

The killing continues!

No matter how much the bull rages, the contestants understand one thing: the contestant is the goal, and the bull is not.

Instead of wasting his strength on dealing with this extremely difficult fire bull beast, it is better to continue to attack and kill others in the face of the fire bull's attack.

That's the key to the Bulls' success on the field.

Call!

The fiery bull spat out a furious breath of flame.

In the flames, the contestants continued to fight frantically.

Strength is the key to surviving this chaos.

As the weak died one by one, finally, only ten of the hundreds of contestants remained, and with the whistle of the host, the bloody massacre came to an end.

Not surprisingly, the demon man with a spear in his hand, the white eyes of the blood clan with a scimitar, the demon fierce man who was as strong as a cow, the blood girl with charming eyes and the giant sword man all survived.

Of course, Tang Zheng was no exception, becoming one of the ten.

However, compared to others, he is inconspicuous, leaving the audience with the impression that in addition to the initial more amazing sword, there is only the evaluation of slippery hands.

This made Tang Zheng feel quite aggrieved: he didn't even use the chaotic wind step, why couldn't he slip his hands.