Chapter 899

silence.

Deathly silence!

At this moment, everyone in the entire central arena was stunned, staring at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded, their eyes almost falling.

What did they see? The genius of the Daan Dynasty, Wu Jiantao, was defeated by that young man's knife. The whole process was so fast that it was too late for people to react.

Many people even rubbed their eyes with their hands, thinking they were wrong!

A teenager in his teens defeated a 20-something-year-old early sixth-order peak genius, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a fantasy.

But the scene in front of them really told them that this was not a dream.

Outside the arena, Wu Jiantao had a long and narrow knife mark on his body, and the whole person groaned in pain.

The blood spilled on his clothes, and he didn't have the high-spirited look before, which looked particularly miserable.

"Wu Jiantao, are you okay?"

In a flash, the remaining four warriors of the Daan Dynasty stepped forward and hurriedly helped Wu Jiantao. After seeing the wound on the other party's body, they all gasped.

The stab wound on Wu Jiantao's chest spread from the chest to the abdomen, and the bones were deeply visible. As long as the other party exerted more force, Wu Jiantao's entire body could be shattered and divided into two halves.

"What a ruthless boy!"

Staring at Wang Qiming, the members of the Daan Dynasty were extremely angry.

In the near-yue pavilion in the distance, Ximen Yu and others who were drinking calmly also suddenly stood up.

"What a quick knife!"

One by one stared at Wang Qiming in shock.

The sword light from before was as fast as lightning. Even if they were replaced by them, I am afraid they would not dare to be careless. How could such a terrifying genius exist in a small dynasty of great power?

More importantly, the other party was clearly only seventeen or eighteen years old, much younger than their group.

"This disciple of the Great Power Dynasty is a little weird." A genius couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

"Not necessarily, maybe that Wu Jiantao was careless just now."

"No matter what, this son's strength is not as weak as we thought."

A famous genius has a solemn gaze.

"Are the people around this kid so weird?" Zhou Zhiwei also stared at Qin Chen.

She still clearly remembers the scene when Qin Chen used her fifth-order Wuzong cultivation base to play around with her master and other powerful people.

"Keep watching, maybe it's just an accident." Ximen Yu frowned and said indifferently.

Not only them, but many other warriors in the arena were also surprised and frowned.

"Hmph, it's just a sneak attack to win while others are unprepared."

In a flash, the only female player in the Daan Dynasty came to the ring in an instant, looking at Wang Qiming with cold eyes.

"No matter how fast your knife is, what's the use of it if you can't hit me."

The woman's body trembled, and in an instant, eight figures appeared on the arena. Each of these eight figures was extremely real, and no flaws could be seen.

Eight figures shot at the same time, killing Wang Qiming.

"Phantom body technique, could this woman be the famous killer organization of the Daan Dynasty, the second floor of the Shadow Killing Building?"

The Shadow Killing Tower was a well-known killer organization in the Da'an Dynasty. It was well-known throughout the thirteen dynasties in the Northeast.

In the Shadow Killing Building, there is a special genius killer department, with a total of thirteen players, from the first floor to the thirteenth floor.

It is rumored that the second floor is a woman, and the phantom movement technique has been cultivated to the greatest extent. Under the use of it, there are countless clones, and the ghosts and spirits are unpredictable.

Now seeing this woman show off the phantom movement technique, everyone instantly understood that this person is most likely the second floor of the Daan Dynasty Shadow Killing Building.

"It is rumored that every killer in the Shadow Killing Building has experienced a lot of life and death battles, and assassination has become their instinct. Can the boy of the Dawei Dynasty stop it?"

For killers, any martial artist has an inexplicable fear.

During the discussion, eight figures in the ring came to Wang Qiming at the same time, and almost at the same moment, Chao Wang Qiming stabbed the dagger in his hand.

shhhhhhhhhhh...

Eight cold lights light up at the same time. What makes everyone feel terrible is that you can't tell which one of these cold lights is real and which one is fake.

"Those who hurt my Da'an Dynasty, die!"

Killing intent bloomed in his eyes, and the second floor screamed fiercely in his heart.

"Eight figures?"

Seeing that the light of the dagger was about to stab him, Wang Qiming, who had never moved before, finally raised his head. He didn't even distinguish which figure was real and which figure was fake, but just suddenly pulled out the sword in his arms.

"Knives out!"

All the warriors around the central arena widened their eyes, staring at Wang Qiming, unwilling to miss even the slightest.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the sword in Wang Qiming's arms suddenly unsheathed.

"Chong!"

The knife light shook, and it was divided into two.

"Chong!"

Another shock, two points and four!

"Chong!"

Three shocks, four points eight!

Eight sword lights slashed out at the same time, facing eight phantoms.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, how could there be such a fast knife?

puff puff puff...

In shock, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and seven phantoms were instantly shattered. One of the phantoms, condensed into the body of the second floor, flew out under the slash of the sword light, fell into the ring, and lost its combat effectiveness.

Win again?

If in the first round, many people still wondered whether Wu Jiantao was too careless, then after the second round of the competition, everyone looked at Wang Qiming solemnly and understood his extraordinaryness.

Although this child is young, his strength is indeed terrifyingly strong!

"Wang Qiming has improved not only in cultivation, but also in swordsmanship." Under the ring, Qin Chen nodded secretly.

On the understanding of the meaning of the sword, Wang Qiming is one of the most outstanding geniuses he has seen in his past and present life, and what satisfies Qin Chen the most is Wang Qiming's kind of stubbornness, not afraid of death, ruthless to others, and right. His own ruthless character.

Swordsman, walking on the edge of life and death, without Wang Qiming's character, no matter how talented it is, it will be difficult to reach the peak.

"Next, come on."

Pointing to the other three players of the Daan Dynasty below, Wang Qiming did not withdraw his sword, but spoke indifferently.

"Insanity."

With an angry shout, the third warrior of the Daan Dynasty rushed into the ring.

But in the same way, he was already flying out of the ring without even taking three moves.

"Do you only have this strength? If so, you should simply abstain." Wang Qiming said indifferently.

He wasn't mocking others, just stating a fact.

It can fall into the ears of the warriors of the Daan Dynasty, but it is particularly harsh.

"You... Damn, let me meet you!"

The roar sounded, and among the remaining two, a burly warrior with thick hands swept onto the ring.