Chapter 82: Want to kill me? Then come on!
In the midst of the crowd's adoring gaze, Chu Yan walked down from the stage with a bitter smile, never expecting that Li Rouyan's main reason for targeting him was because of his own father.
"Old man, it seems you were a charming hero back in the day!"
Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, according to Li Rou Ran's words, his master Li Qing Miao had loved Chu Yan's father, Chu Chang Tian, for over a hundred years. However, Chu Chang Tian was devoted to only one person, and throughout his life, he only had one dao partner, Wang Qian Ruo, who was also Chu Yan's mother. This left Li Qing Miao alone until now.
"Huh?"
Chu Yan had just walked down from the stage when he caught a whiff of a strong bloody smell, and immediately headed in the direction the smell was coming from...
Number Seven Boxing Ring
"You... I'm going to kill you!"
A young man yelled hoarsely, with one arm completely dyed red and hanging down, his body also had dozens of bloody wounds crisscrossing.
In an instant, a silver hook-like flying dagger shot towards the person opposite him.
The person opposite him was completely wrapped in a black robe, with a silver evil spirit mask on his face, which was the ghost head.
"Hiss... Your life, I've taken!"
The ghost's head let out a chilling sneer, and a dark aura emanated from its body.
"Whoosh!"
A blood-red long knife flew out of his waist storage bag at high speed.
On the platform.
Yan Tian Long and Qi Tian Lie sat together watching this match.
"Blood Refining Furnace!"
Yan Tian Long saw the blood-colored long knife and spoke in a moment.
The so-called Blood Refining Artifact is a artifact that is completely nurtured with refined blood, such an artifact only needs a small amount of spiritual power to activate it, but the drawback is that it requires a large amount of refined blood every day.
The power of the Blood Refining Tool is even greater than that of a top-grade tool, but its only drawback is that because the Blood Refining Tool is too closely linked to its owner's mind and spirit, any damage it sustains will also cause its owner to suffer severe injuries.
"Haha, great eyesight, Big Brother!"
Qitian Lie's face revealed a faint smile, but in his heart he was extremely pleased. With the current strength of the Ghost Sect, defeating the opponent would be very easy.
"Qī Shīdì, your disciple is a bit too ruthless, isn't he?"
Needless to say, the disciple who fought against Gui Shou was a disciple of Pan Tian Peak.
"Flame Master, what's the difference between a fierce and non-fierce battle? Is it just about winning or losing?"
Qitian Lie's calm and collected words were a stark contrast to the fact that he didn't care about Yan Tianlong's words at all. On the day of the assessment within Feilong Peak, Yan Tianlong brought the Law Enforcement Squad and ruthlessly beat Qitian Lie with a hundred sticks, yet Qitian Lie still held a grudge in his heart.
As soon as he thought of this, Qi Tianlie's teeth itched with hatred. However, he knew that he was no match for Yan Tianlong at all. Now that the latter's disciple was being defeated by his own disciple, how could he not be delighted?
"Bang!"
The blood-colored long knife emitted a brilliant light, cutting off the silver hook-like weapon with a withered and rotten force, and its momentum did not decrease, directly chopping off the head of that Pan Tianfeng disciple.
"Pffft!"
That disciple's hands held a supreme treasure that was destroyed, his mind and spirit severely damaged, spitting out a mouthful of blood, he no longer had the strength to fight again.
However, at this moment, the blood-colored long knife was already less than half a meter away from his skull.
"I admit..."
"Too late!"
A cold and gloomy voice echoed in his ear.
"Pffft!"
Blood splattered everywhere, the crimson long knife pierced through the skull of that Pan Tian Peak disciple. That disciple didn't even have a chance to finish saying "I concede" before his death.
The cold corpse fell to the ground, and no expression could be seen on the evil ghost mask.
Everyone on the platform was somewhat stunned, although it was said that life and death were not prohibited in the trial, but as fellow disciples of the Feather Transformation Sect, there was no deep hatred or grudge, who would want to take someone's life. Although the cultivation world is a place where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, within the sect itself, they would not resort to killing each other. What Ghost Head did was already somewhat excessive.
"You've taught a good apprentice!"
Yan Tian Long let out a cold snort, his heart full of anger as he flung his sleeves and left.
Qitian Lie's face revealed a cold smile, and his heart felt an unending sense of satisfaction.
"What a vicious and ruthless move, but this aura is really so familiar!"
Chu Yan looked at the ghost head muttering to himself, and at the same time, the ghost head seemed to feel Chu Yan's gaze on him, turning his head towards Chu Yan.
A wicked ghost mask faced off against Chu Yan, who could feel the thick murderous intent beneath it. At this moment, his opponent was coldly smiling.
The third round of the knockout stage draw has begun, and this round is also a competition for the top ten. The ten winners will enter the top ten of the sect's grand comparison, receive generous rewards, and have the opportunity to continue participating in the next top ten ranking battle!
At this time, among the twenty people who emerged from two rounds of knockout matches, sixteen were seed disciples, and only two disciples of Chu Yan and Pan Tianfeng, as well as one disciple of Jiuzhuan Peak, successfully advanced as non-seed disciples.
There are always many coincidences in the world, such as Chu Yan's drawn lottery ticket.
"Number Ten Arena, Feilong Peak Chu Yan versus Feilong Peak Gui Shou!"
The judge's high-pitched words opened the third round of the knockout match.
The ghostly head gazed at Chu Yan from afar.
Chu Yan's mouth slightly raised.
Want to kill me? Come on then!
