Conceited Immortal On Campus

0Kong suddenly looked up and saw that the people of the Black Ni Tribe had arrived in front of him.    

    

He was like a wild beast with the agility of a leopard and the lethality of a lion and a tiger. Kong instinctively wanted to dodge, but in the next instant, he felt dizzy.    

    

Puff!    

    

A pair of daggers, like fangs, instantly pierced Kong's throat.    

    

"What!?"    

    

"The weapons are poisonous, too despicable!"    

    

"Empty!"    

    

On China's side, some of the powerful families and even the experts from the sects saw the blood on Kong's neck. It was as if a fountain was surging, and his entire person was on the verge of losing his life. He had fallen into a state of fury.    

    

On the other hand, there were some experts who were older. There was only pity and no anger in his eyes.    

    

The World Martial Meeting itself was a battlefield. Since it was a battlefield, it was destined that one would die.    

    

Whether it was the great families of China or the martial artists, this was a golden age that had existed for far too long. They simply didn't know that in this world, there was nothing they could do. No one knew just how many places there were.    

    

Poison!?    

    

This was just a method to survive. The strength of a human was stronger than that of a snake spider, but the most poisonous snake spider only needed one bite to kill someone.    

    

Whether it was war or wilderness, no one cared if their methods were despicable or not. Only the winner would live, the loser would die, and even the winner would die.    

    

This was the world, and not the golden age of China.    

    

The people of the Nihei tribe slowly stood up. He even forcefully pulled out a tooth from his empty mouth and put it into his pocket.    

    

He looked back at the people of the Church of Darkness and waited for a signal.    

    

Lin Minghee slowly walked out. With a flick of his sleeve, he released his True Force and took Kong's body away. With another move, the soil was turned up and covered with blood.    

    

"Tai God Sect, Li Changhe!"    

    

Lin Minghee's eyes darkened as he shouted in a low voice.    

    

In the audience stands, a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a Tang robe, jumped down.    

    

He looked at the people of the Black Ni Tribe, his eyes full of killing intent.    

    

Li Changhe did not even open his mouth. He suddenly let out an explosive shout and took a step forward, charging towards the people from the Ni Hei Tribe.    

    

The eyes of the Ni Hei tribe member stared intently at Li Changhe. He was like a wild beast, only to see Li Changhe charging over. He took a few steps back. When Li Changhe was exhausted, he suddenly took a step forward. That dagger with poison in it once again rushed towards Li Changhe's vitals.    

    

However, at that moment, Li Changhe's sleeves shook. An arrow shot out from his sleeves.    

    

Puff!    

    

An arrow pierced through the right arm of the Black Ni Tribe.    

    

However, as if he did not feel any pain, a pair of daggers continued to attack Li Changhe.    

    

Li Changhe's expression changed slightly. He suddenly jumped up and retreated. However, what followed next was Li Changhe's wild and violent attacks. Li Changhe had no choice but to use force and force to continuously retreat.    

    

Just as Li Changhe retreated to a certain point, he suddenly pulled out a soft sword from his waist. In the midst of his opponent's weakness, the soft sword directly pierced through his opponent's chest.    

    

Li Changhe's eyes were cold. "Die!"    

    

He spat out two words as he looked at his opponent, who was bleeding profusely from his chest.    

    

In the next moment, the dagger in his opponent's hand seemed to have accumulated all of his strength, and it stabbed towards Li Changhe's chest.    

    

Puff!    

    

Li Changhe was too confident. He had never thought that the opponent's life force would be so strong. He was caught off guard and his throat was pierced through by the dagger.    

    

Even though he was about to die, Li Changhe's eyes were filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he would be killed by someone who was about to die.    

    

The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time.    

    

Such a tragic battle caused the eyes of all the younger generation in China, and even the middle aged martial artists in their thirties and forties, to be filled with shock.    

    

On the other hand, some people who were present in the Hundred Lands laughed. To them, this battle was more like a performance in a colosseum.    

    

Lin Minghee looked at the bodies of these two people and sighed softly.    

    

Two lives for one life. Was it considered a victory?    

    

There was only one person left in the inner strength realm in China. If he lost again, the first battle would be the overseas victory.    

    

Even though Lin Minghee did not care about the first battle, he was defeated in the first battle, which greatly dampened the morale of the people who participated in the battle.    

    

He took the bodies of the two men and said, "Heavenly Talisman Sect, what's the matter with Lin Youyou?"    

    

In the audience stands, next to Huang Xiao was a young man wearing the Heavenly Talisman Sect's Daoist robe. He was about 28 years old.    

    

His hair was tied up in a bun, and he jumped down from the audience stands.    

    

Lin Youhe raised his head and looked at the hundred countries across the sea, waiting for his opponent.    

    

In the hundred countries, a person slowly walked over from the direction of the Pantheon temple.    

    

It was a graceful woman with red lips and blue eyes. She had a charming smile on her face.    

    

"Huaxia, Heavenly Talisman Sect, Lin Youyou!"    

    

Lin Youyou introduced himself.    

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The other party seemed to know what China was talking about. He smiled and said, "All Deities Templar, Hell Monarch, Mostima!"    

    

Mostima's words made Lin Youhe frown.    

    

King of Hell, he didn't know much about the Western Deity Position.    

    

However, Lin Youhe still maintained his manners and nodded. Then, he activated the yellow talisman with both of his fingers. The talisman lit up and a ball of fire rushed towards Mostima.    

    

The woman laughed. Her laughter sounded like silver bells. Then, under Lin Youhe's gaze, the woman's figure seemed to have disappeared.    

    

Not only that, Lin Youhe felt that the temperature around him had suddenly risen.    

    

"Illusion technique!?"    

    

Lin You's expression changed. He was a disciple of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, and drawing talismans was his forte.    

    

His mind was also much stronger than a martial artist's. Immediately, he recited some sort of meditation incantation, and his eyes gradually became clear.    

    

At this moment, his charm fell on empty air, but Mostima slowly walked towards her.    

    

The other party's blue eyes had unknowingly turned crimson and dark. In his eyes, it was more like burning the fires of hell.    

    

Lin Youhe's expression changed again, only to see the other party's figure appear in front of him in a flash.    

    

His eyes were like hell. In the next instant, Lin Youhe seemed to be completely stunned on the spot.    

    

In the other party's eyes, he seemed to have fallen into the flames of hell, enduring the endless torment of hell.    

    

No one knew what Lin You saw in the other party's eyes.    

    

In just a few breaths time, Lin Youyou was nothing. Like a wooden man, he fell back.    

    

Red flames were burning in his eyes. His life force was extinguished at this moment.    

    

The young generation of China were all stunned, as if they couldn't believe this. What was even more difficult to accept was that they didn't even know how the other side won.    

    

"Hell's Monarch, Hell's Fire, it can be considered as some kind of mental attack."    

    

"The other party used Hell's Fire to burn Lin Youhe's soul."    

    

"The three souls and seven souls have all dispersed. How can he live?"    

    

In the audience, an old man slowly said, "The seven Monarchs of Hell do not want to be recognized by the gods. They are the weakest among the seven Monarchs of Hell. Mostima is also the weakest Monarch among the seven Monarchs of Hell. According to the position of the gods, the seven Monarchs of Hell are the weakest, "said the old man slowly," The seven Monarchs of Hell don't want to be recognized by the gods, they are the weakest, and Mostima is also the weakest among the seven Monarchs of Hell. "    

    

"The weakest one easily killed the cultivator chosen by China."    

    

The old man shook his head and said, "Huang Xiao, your master is not as good as your master!"    

    

The old man's words caused many people to turn their heads. Most of them looked at the old man with a strange expression, not knowing his identity.    

    

However, Huang Xiao's expression changed drastically. His expression changed several times. In the end, he said in a deep voice, "Elder Ji is right. Huang Xiao knows his mistakes."    

    

He slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the old man. As the Sect Master of the School of Magic in Huaxia and a person with great prestige in Huaxia, he was so respectful to an old man.    

    

After Huang Xiao bowed, someone finally recognized the old man's identity.    

    

"Mount Tai has the Prefecture Lord, the successor of the Taishan Prefecture Lord's lineage, Elder Ji!"    

    

"It is rumored that he is a Dharma Immortal who has entered the Dao!"    

    

"What, a Dharma Immortal Lord!?"    

    

The audience was discussing animatedly, but Lin Minghee announced with a sullen face, "The first battle will be the victory of the overseas team!"    

    

As soon as the words left his mouth, the discussions in the stadium gradually died down. Everyone's expressions were a little ugly.    

    

This was the result of the first battle of the World Martial Meeting. The first battle had ended in failure...    

    

Three people had died in succession!