Chapter 484 A Dramatic Scene

Time flies by in a blink of an eye.

The next morning, the heavy snow that had lasted for several days, as if knowing that there would be a collision of strong men, finally stopped.

A ray of sunshine spreads down through the hazy sky, giving people a long-lost warmth in their hearts.

"You guys stay with Cang Zheng today and remember not to cause trouble."

In the attic, Wutian opened his eyes, spread his spiritual thoughts, and found that Sikong Yanran's aura was gone, and he must have gone to the fighting arena long ago.

Then he grabbed the four violent apes and gold-eating rats from his arms, gave a warning, stood up, his figure flickered, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Every year for the Shadow Guard election, the fighting arena is more lively than ever. The surrounding auditoriums are filled with figures before dawn, and it is full of noise and excitement.

There were people from all nine cities in the crowd, but they were basically people from the same city gathered in the same place.

All the city lords and deputy city lords of Nine Cities were present, sitting at the front with the Shadow Guard Commander, under the high platform of the fighting arena.

Although people from the upper-class cities would normally look down upon those from the middle- and lower-class cities, with the presence of the Shadow Guard Commander at this moment, everyone still did not dare to make a mistake and respected everyone very much.

For example, Wang Fan, if he saw Liu Taijun on weekdays, he might not even take a second look, but now he was smiling and saying hello, talking and laughing, just like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Next to the city lord and others, there were seven young heroes sitting, headed by the Little Devil King from the first city, followed by Zhongshuo from the second city, Kong Hanqing from the third city, Zhao Ansheng from the fourth city, and Ge Ranqin from the fifth city, Rao Junguang from the sixth city, and Sikong Yanran from the seventh city.

Only the contestants from the eighth and ninth cities were not seen.

“I don’t know who will fight whom in the first battle.”

"That's not true. Every battle for Shadow Guards is made mysterious. I'm afraid we'll know about it in advance."

"Alas! It's a pity that I didn't see the contestants from the Ninth City and the Eighth City."

"They're all here and haven't arrived yet. Are they already planning to abstain?"

"Li Feng has pressed for 10 million, and Yan Kuan has also pressed for 1 million of essence. If the contestants from City 9 give up, both of them will lose everything."

There was a lot of chatter in the crowd, and they were all looking forward to it.

Wutian was also mixed in the crowd, not far behind the Shadow Guard Commander and others, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still changed his appearance slightly.

Listening to the sounds around him, he also had some expectations, but what he expected was different. He wanted to see what was so extraordinary about the younger generation in the Dark City.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that when he signed up yesterday, the man in purple said that he must come to report today, otherwise he would be regarded as abstaining, but the problem is, Cang Zheng is still sleeping in the attic!

Wang Fan stood up, raised his hands to a man in purple and gold robes, and said, "Lord Commander, it has been more than half a quarter of an hour before the Shadow Guard battle is scheduled to start, and the participation of the Ninth City and Eighth City If the reporter has not come to report, should it be counted as a waiver?”

The Shadow Guard Commander raised his head and looked at him with a half-smile. He glanced behind him unintentionally from the corner of his eye and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the battle will start first. When they compete, if they haven't come yet, they will be considered as forfeits." It’s not too late.”

After hearing these words, Wu Tian temporarily gave up his plan to inform Cang Zheng. But Wang Fan was not happy anymore. He frowned and cupped his hands and said, "Lord Commander, this seems to be against the rules?"

"Are you talking to me about the rules?" The Shadow Guard Commander raised the corner of his mouth, with a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "The Dark City Lord is not here, and this is the rule in the Dark City. Stand down!"

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Fan bowed and hurriedly stepped aside. Although the Shadow Guard Commander's words were very calm, he knew very well that if he continued to speak, let alone the position of the city lord of the first city, he might not even be able to save his life.

"Jiang Heyou, it's time to start." The Shadow Guard Commander ordered.

The man in purple on the side, the man at the registration desk yesterday, heard this, jumped and landed on the high platform, pressed his hands, and shouted: "Quiet!"

The sound was not very loud, but it covered the entire venue and reached the ears of everyone present. The previously noisy fighting arena suddenly fell silent.

"The rules of the battle for the Shadow Guards are life and death, wealth is in the sky, no matter what the means, as long as you win, you will be the king, but there are only two points to remember. One, those who surrender will not be killed, and two, people outside the field are not allowed to interfere. ! No. 1 and No. 8 enter the scene, and the battle for Shadow Guards officially begins!"

Jiang Heyou briefly explained the rules, then waved his hand and announced the start of the battle.

As soon as the words fell, two figures flickered and appeared on the high platform in an instant.

"It's her." Wutian was surprised.

One of them was Sikong Yanran, and her opponent was a gentle man, wearing a loose green shirt, holding a black folding fan in his hand, shaking it slowly.

This person is Zhao Ansheng from the Fourth City. As his name suggests, he is like a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken. His thin face is slightly pale. However, when he looks at Sikong Yanran opposite, there is a lustful look in his eyes. light.

"God becomes a minor adult."

Wu Tian frowned. This person actually had a small adult level of cultivation, while Sikong Yanran was only in the early adult stage. The gap between the two was really big.

However, when Wutian looked at Sikong Yanran, he couldn't help but be slightly startled. There was no dignity at all on her face, and she was very calm and indifferent.

With a faint smile, Wutian began to look forward to it.

"Miss Yanran, you are so beautiful. I feel pity for you and cannot bear to hurt you. Why don't you admit defeat? We can be friends." Zhao Ansheng squinted his eyes and smiled, and his scorching eyes looked at Sikong Yanran wantonly.

Sikong Yanran was not angry either, and smiled lightly: "Mr. Zhao, please do it!"

"Alas! Miss Yanran, why don't you appreciate my kind advice! Forget it, if you can't hold on later, you must remember to admit defeat!" Zhao Ansheng politely arched his hands, but he was smiling in his heart. What a top-notch girl! He must get her no matter what.

"Clang!"

Just when Zhao Ansheng was thinking about it and couldn't extricate himself, a clang suddenly exploded, followed by a mighty imperial soldier's power, rushing into the sky, shocking the whole audience!

Everyone stared at it, only to see Sikong Yanran's face as cold as ice. A thin sword appeared in her jade hand at some point, shining with green light, flowing with water, and shocking everyone with its sharpness!

"Imperial soldiers!"

The city lord and deputy city lord of the fourth city exclaimed. The battle had just begun, and the two of them couldn't sit still. They were worried, and what made them most angry was that Zhao Ansheng was still daydreaming.

However, they had no choice but to watch, because the rules had been made clear that people outside the field were not allowed to intervene, even if they just shouted to remind them.

Especially when they felt the teasing eyes of the city lords and deputy city lords of other cities, the two were angry and annoyed, and they wanted to slap Zhao Ansheng to death. Facing the battle for the shadow guards, he was still thinking about women. He was really a rotten wood!

Even the leader of the shadow guards couldn't help shaking his head, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Kill!"

Sikong Yanran shouted softly, and her temperament suddenly changed. She was like a beautiful female warrior, heroic and heroic, with a murderous aura. She slashed down with a thin sword in her hand. A hundred-foot sword shadow broke through the air. The terrifying power of the imperial soldiers shook the void and shocked people's minds!

"Imperial soldiers, water power, bright spirit body, it seems that Sikong Yanran is more mysterious than imagined." Wu Tian said to himself, and then he couldn't help shaking his head. Zhao Ansheng had strength, but his mind was unstable and he was addicted to women. Defeat was doomed.

"What, you actually have an imperial soldier!"

The terrifying edge chopped down on his head, and Zhao Ansheng shuddered all over, and suddenly came back to his senses. His face changed drastically, and his originally slightly pale face was even paler at this time!

All the thoughts in his mind retreated like a tide, leaving only shock and fear!

"I..."

The power of the imperial soldiers is invincible. If Zhao Ansheng had prepared in advance, he might have had a chance to fight. However, he had no confidence in winning, not to mention that he was unprepared now. Moreover, the sword light had already descended on his head. He even felt that his body was about to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable, so he had to admit defeat.

However, before he finished speaking, the green sword shadow, like a towering mountain, instantly enveloped him. With a bang, a shrill scream exploded, but this sound did not last long, and everything returned to calm!

"Clang!"

Glancing coldly at the center of the dust, Sikong Yanran's slender jade fingers moved, and the thin sword vibrated a faint metallic sound, and then disappeared from everyone's sight. Then, without looking at the result, he turned and walked towards the bottom of the platform.

Showing full confidence!

Strangely enough, when she put away the thin sword, Sikong Yanran's temperament changed back, pure and holy, like a snow lotus in the ice and snow, ethereal and moving, beautiful beyond description!

"Zhao Ansheng was killed with one strike? How is this possible?"

"Too incredible, Sikong Yanran from the seventh city is too scary!"

Until a moment later, the fighting field, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly exploded and boiled. The incredible noise and extremely vicious curses echoed in this world.

The so-called curses were not scolding Sikong Yanran, but insulting Zhao Ansheng from the fourth city. As for who? Of course, it was the people who bet on Zhao Ansheng to win. Zhao Ansheng's death meant that their dream of getting rich overnight was shattered, and they naturally had to vent their anger in their hearts.

The dust on the high platform will eventually settle, presenting a bloody scene. Zhao Ansheng, who was still alive and kicking and boasting before, is now split in half alive, even his soul is the same, blood is spilled all over the ground, shocking!

"What a dramatic scene!" Lian Wutian couldn't help laughing, and at the same time he was surprised. This mysterious beautiful woman is not simple!