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The Supreme Lord

Chapter: 1287

The old man is the elder of Prison Arena. He is a strong martial king. He has practiced a powerful pupil technique. He can clearly see the martial artist’s cultivation level and physical strength.

He sits in the Prison Arena to prevent people from intentionally hiding their cultivation and coming here to make money.

Otherwise, if someone deliberately hides his cultivation level and fights with someone whose cultivation level is lower than his own, that would be cheating. Of course, Death Prisoner Arena does not allow this.

Hearing the old man’s words, everyone suddenly realized that this person’s physical strength was comparable to that of a fourth-level martial artist of the True Profound Realm.

Whoosh!

After a while, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face flew onto the battlefield,

“I will fight with you.”

The middle-aged man was wearing a green robe, tall and thin, and his cultivation was at the fourth level of the True Profound Realm.

“Bet!”

On the referee’s seat, a referee from Prison Arena announced loudly.

Immediately, everyone began to place bets.

However, since Li Feng is a body trainer, everyone can’t see the depth clearly, so there are not many people who bet on this battle, and the bets are generally not high.

Most of the bettors were betting on the middle-aged man at the fourth level of the True Profound Realm to win.

In the eyes of everyone, middle-aged people have a greater chance of winning.

If Li Feng’s cultivation is the same as the physical body, then Li Feng must have a great winning rate, but if he only cultivates the physical body, it is still a little worse.

A martial artist who only cultivates the physical body can only use brute force with a single method, which is far inferior to a martial artist who refines Qi.

“Qingshen, let’s all bet on Li Feng to win!” Su Mo said to Hong Qingshen.

Immediately, he communicated with his mind to place a bet on the iron card in his hand, and used his mind to place a bet of 50,000 top-grade spirit stones.

“Brother Su Mo, is Li Feng strong?” Hong Qinglin asked in surprise when he saw that Su Mo bet on Li Feng to win without hesitation.

Although she already knew that Li Feng’s physical strength was comparable to that of a warrior of the fourth level of the True Profound Realm, but she didn’t know exactly how strong it was.

“It is impossible for a normal fourth-level True Profound Realm fighter to defeat Li Feng!” Su Mo said. He also practiced the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Art, and no one knew Li Feng’s strength better than him.

Hong Qingxuan nodded when she heard the words, and then she bet 20,000 high-grade spirit stones on Li Feng.

on the battlefield.

Li Feng stared at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

“die!”

A bright long knife appeared in his hand, Li Feng rushed out like a cheetah without saying a word, and slashed at the middle-aged man violently.

Dazzling golden light shone, and layers of golden scales covered Li Feng’s whole body, making him look like a god of war in golden armor.

The sharp long knife cut through the air, and with all its strength, it slashed at the middle-aged man.

“It’s you who died!”

The middle-aged man shot murderous intent in his eyes, and the light yellow profound energy on his body surged violently, and the endless profound energy condensed on the palm of his hand.

Then, the middle-aged man slapped the oncoming long knife with his palm.

The palm print was like a mountain, powerful and mighty, and it struck together with the long knife in an instant.

boom!

With a bang, the palm print was cut violently, and then the long knife collided with the middle-aged man’s palm.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man’s body shook violently, and he was cut back by more than a hundred feet.

“What? So powerful?”

The middle-aged man was shocked. Li Feng’s long knife contained immense power. Even if he was wearing a glove, his palm would have been shattered by the knife.

The middle-aged man’s face became serious. He must not lose this battle, and if he loses, he will die.

On the battlefield of the Death Row Arena, there is no hatred, no right or wrong, only life and death, and everything is for Lingshi.

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