Chatper 1782 (1/2)

Soon, under the escort of the sergeant, Ye Tianze entered the martial arts field. Looking at the crowd of people around him, Ye Tianze felt like a beast.

This huge martial arts field is more like a colosseum. Countless monks waved their flags and shouted, just for the lottery ticket in their hands.

Standing opposite him was a monk from the Heavenly Demon Race. Ye Tianze felt his breath and was at the ninth order of Xuandi.

Although there was no dialogue, Ye Tianze felt murderous intent in the eyes of the other party, which was a kind of murderous intent that was about to win.

"This is my last game!"

The cultivator of the Demon Race said, "If you kill you, I will no longer be a slave!"

"Oh." Ye Tianze said, "I'm sorry then."

"Excuse me?" The cultivator heard the irony in Ye Tianze's tone, and said coldly, "The tone is not small, but unfortunately, this is a chaotic homeland, and this is a martial arts field."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Ye Tianze said angrily, "If you kill me, you will be free, and if I kill you, you will have the next match."

Hearing this, the monks of the demon race were stunned and said with a smile: "It seems that this is the first time you have come to Chaos Homeland, and you still don't know the rules of the martial arts field. Have you seen the scrolls in the hands of those monks? The one just played is over, and now I have to buy it again, if I make a move now, wouldn’t I be very ignorant of the rules?”

Ye Tianze suddenly understood what he meant.

"However, most of the monks bought me. Although there are monks who will take the risk to buy you, they are destined to not earn it back."

The Demon Race said.

Ye Tianze was a little speechless, and simply stopped talking.

"Why don't you speak? You should cherish your last time." The Tianmo cultivator said, "Otherwise, you will never have a chance to speak again."

"Is this your last word?" Ye Tianze said calmly, "Unfortunately, no one will know about it except me."

"Hmph, your tone is not too small." The monk of the Tianmo clan said coldly, "It's a pity for you to meet..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong wind hit, and the Tianmo cultivator felt the danger. When he reacted, Ye Tianze had come to him and stretched out his hand.

The Tianmo Clan cultivator obviously did not expect that Ye Tianze would be so unruly, and suddenly shot at him, and stretched out his hand so directly, did he want to strangle his neck?

Just kidding, how can you underestimate your opponent in a battle of the same level? Although he is presumptuous in his mouth, he still respects his opponent in his heart.

He took a step back, wanting to dodge away, but at the same time his Yuan Li concentrated on his fist, ready to give Ye Tianze a heavy punch the moment he dodged.

However, just as he dodged, the hand followed his figure, his heart tightened, and when he wanted to dodge again, he found that the hand was close to his flesh and quickly grabbed his neck. .

He could hardly believe the scene in front of him, the opponent's speed far surpassed him, but it also exposed the opponent's gap.

Because he was holding his neck with one hand, there was still a big gap in front of him. He raised his leg and hit Ye Tianze with his knee.

However, he just had this idea, a mountain-like force burst out from these hands, and he felt his neck, like an egg, being crushed by a mountain.

Then, his body collapsed quickly, and at the last moment before his death, he finally understood what Ye Tianze's words meant.

He was psychologically intimidating his opponent, but Ye Tianze was not intimidating, he already regarded himself as a dead person.

"boom"

With a loud bang, under this terrifying power, the cultivator of the Demon Race instantly turned into powder, and even the blood did not splash out, but was squeezed by this power and evaporated.