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    The slightly swarthy warrior who just came up waved his arm and threw out two blood-red competition coins, which fell steadily into the small black pool on the pillar on one side of the ring.  Fang Zheng was startled when he looked at the two blood-red competition coins in the small black pool. He must have stored the bets there, so he took out two competition coins from his Xuan Kong Ring and threw them into the black pool.  .

    We have just entered the Devil's Arena, and we are already fighting.  A new kid fights against another old ghost. In terms of actual combat experience, there is a gap between Fang Zheng and Fang Zheng. In addition, since he has just entered the arena, he is certainly not as familiar with the place as his opponent. At least on the surface, Fang Zheng does not have an advantage at all.

    "You're doing it so quickly? Can the guy named Fang Zheng win?" Lin Bingbing asked.

    This time, before Lin Feng could answer, Xiao He shook his long hair and said, "It's hard to predict the duel between two ninth-level warriors. Support Fang Zheng. He is our new pioneer." Because Xiao He  Because he was promoted to a martial artist, he could easily detect that the two people on the ring were both terrifying ninth-level warriors; of course, with Lin Feng's extraordinary soul power, he had already compared the two people on the ring.

    "Junior, it's not that I have to go against you, it's that you really don't take us seniors seriously. How can anyone be in this arena?" The dark and muscular young man pointed to the arena.  The floor, teaching Fang Zheng a lesson, was not in a hurry to take action.

    "Hmph! Even if you can bully the novices, we can only let others slaughter you. What's the truth? I think in the Devil's Arena, it is strength, not the order of entry. If you want to shut my mouth, then  Please defeat me!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly. His opponent's arrogance did not bring much psychological threat to him. His strength as a ninth-level warrior was not mediocre, so he did not believe that his opponent could easily defeat him.

    At this time, the face of the dark-skinned young man gradually darkened. Without the previous enthusiasm, he took long strides and said in a low voice, "The junior is so persistent, how can the senior not give me this face? It was the senior who just talked nonsense."  There are too many, I should have taken action long ago!"

    Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and his pupils instantly dilated. Looking at the opponent running towards him like a cheetah, the fighting energy in his hands gradually rose, "This battle is about our new dignity. I, Fang Zheng, can never lose!"

    The two of them fought instantly. One of the two showed his domineering aura and swept away the evil spirit; the other was quite lawful and steady; Fang Zheng had the strength gained from hard training, while the opponent's manic and domineering aura mostly came from  The Devil's Arena is full of fierce battles and madness, and fighting all day long has given him instinctive strength.

    The two fought against each other for several rounds in an instant. They were both skilled in terms of moves and strength. This did not escape Xiao He's expectation. Both of them were ninth-level warriors and were of equal strength. If they wanted to decide the winner, it was indeed not possible.  Such a simple thing, unless one party has some trump cards or means that are superior to others.

    At this time, there were two groups outside the ring. One group was composed of most of the warriors present. They were undoubtedly supporters of the old ghost. Not only were they shouting like thunder, but they were also extremely excited. The remaining group was Lin.  Freshmen such as Feng and others did not shout long live like the other party, but watched Fang Zheng's duel attentively, cheered for him attentively, and silently supported this brave warrior.

    Another fierce punch came towards Fang Zheng, but Fang Zheng used his strength to deflect the opponent's punch perfectly, causing some freshmen in the audience to applaud; the dark-skinned boy was already violent, but seeing Fang Zheng go so smoothly  He managed to neutralize his own punch, and couldn't help but feel angry. He swung his leg into Fang Zheng's waist again, as fast as the shadow of the wind. Fang Zheng was too late to stretch his leg, so he raised his knee to block it.

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    Hearing a muffled sound, the two of them retreated quickly. Fangzheng's face was ferocious and slightly painful, and he felt a sharp pain in his calf. However, his opponent looked like a man with copper skin and iron bones, and it did not look like he had received a serious impact.

    The opponent may have seen Fang Zheng's weakness, his eyes focused on Fang Zheng, his mind was alert, his body did not stop, and he attacked Fang Zheng directly. This time, not only the strength was strengthened, but he also attacked from up and down, using real force.  A style of direct physical confrontation.

    After dozens of rounds, although Fang Zheng did not suffer any major injuries, he was aching everywhere in his body. "This can't go on like this. We can't spend so much time with him." Fang Zheng thought in his mind and moved straight back, fighting with his opponent.  Driving a distance of tens of meters.

    Seeing that Fang Zheng was actually afraid to retreat, the swarthy boy couldn't help but smile frivolously, "Junior, are you afraid? If it doesn't work, just admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid suffering any more physical pain."

    "Don't be too happy too early. Fighting depends on comprehensive strength. Don't think that you can be invincible if you have a little strength and a little bit of strength. Today I will show you what strength is." Fang Zheng was not afraid of any harsh words, holding his hands  There was even more movement inside, and everyone could clearly see Fang Zheng's movements.His fighting spirit is running rapidly.

    "It seems that Fang Zheng was forced to panic!" Lin Yixuan clasped his fists on his chest and looked at the ring with relish.

    "Yes, the good show is yet to come. Fang Zheng is about to use his skills. If some fighting skills are added to assist him, it will definitely be more exciting!" Lin Feng looked at the faint blue fighting spirit in Fang Zheng's hand and couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

    Looking at the faint blue fighting spirit in Fang Zheng¡¯s hand, most of the people present could tell that Fang Zheng was about to use fighting skills, and his opponent was not stupid either and could see the clues at a glance.

    "Fighting skills? I'm not afraid of you either!" The swarthy young man's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his arms. Suddenly, the whole body felt like a strong wind, constantly gathering the black fighting energy. The energy was not only mellow, but also still carried his sway.  A trace of evil spirit that won¡¯t go away.

    Looking at the sudden change in the fighting styles of both of them, no one dared to determine who would win in this battle, because there were too many unknowns, so everyone could only continue to watch with speculation.

    This time, Fang Zheng no longer resigned to being passive, and began to actively launch a counterattack. His feet suddenly hit the ground, his body jumped up, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and went straight to the opponent from mid-air, using a forceful attack.  , came to a head.

    The black fighting spirit in the swarthy boy's hand was gradually maturing. Under the boy's perfect control, it directly faced the blue fighting spirit in Fang Zheng's hand. The two fighting spirits collided instantly.

    There was only a "bang" sound on the ring, accompanied by a streak of colorful light. The dark-skinned boy retreated quickly, while Fang Zheng stopped there steadily, only shaking his body. Compared with Fang Zheng's blue fighting spirit,  , the black fighting spirit of the swarthy boy is indeed not at the same level. It is estimated that this black fighting spirit is at most the effect of the three-star inferior fighting skills. As for the move Fang Zheng just made, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it requires the three-star average fighting skills.  In order to be able to display it; although they are both three-star fighting skills, the gap between the upper, middle and lower ones is also extremely obvious.

    The swarthy boy suffered a loss with one move, and finally realized that the reason why Fang Zheng was not afraid of him was because of his advanced fighting skills, which were slightly stronger than his own. "Fighting skills and magic skills are both auxiliary, but the key is to look at the fighting spirit."  Energy, I must see the right moment as soon as possible, give him a devastating blow, and defeat him completely." The young man thought, clenching his fists again, and the tense muscles of his arms turned red with his emotions.

    "Ah ah!"

    The dark-skinned young man suddenly went berserk, roared angrily, and punched Fang Zheng. The energy of the punch gathered in his whole body was very strong, and the speed of the punch was very fast.

    Looking at the opponent who was scolding him, Fang Zheng's energy that had been brewing for a long time exploded instantly. Perhaps due to the effect of his fighting skills, Fang Zheng's fighting energy actually increased invisibly.

    Looking at Fang Zheng whose energy surged, Lin Feng and Xiao He were both shocked. They looked at each other, hoping to find a suitable answer from each other's eyes.

    "This Fang Zheng is actually using a three-star fighting skill!" Xiao He exclaimed in amazement.

    "And we are facing this reckless man who doesn't care about fighting skills at all. It seems that the outcome of this duel has been decided." Lin Feng also said, and even more so for a dark-skinned young man who doesn't care about fighting skills at all.  In the eyes of the behavior, he shook his head repeatedly. Fighting skills themselves are an extension of the use of fighting energy. Fighting skills can not only increase the output energy of fighting energy, but also move the fighting energy flexibly. But he actually gave up using fighting skills and went on a rampage.  To stand up to Fang Zheng's three-star fighting skills is simply asking for your own end.

    Boom!

    With a loud noise, Fang Zheng's body was cleverly wrapped in blue fighting energy, and his body remained motionless. However, his opponent, the dark-skinned boy, flew away directly under the impact of the huge fighting spirit energy, and landed behind the ring to continue.  Sliding all the way, he finally left the ring. The blood spurting was unavoidable and the situation was tragic.

    There is no suspense, Fang Zheng wins!
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