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"Vampire Sabat, a character from a thousand years ago!"

Yang Yingying squinted her eyes and looked at the man in the windbreaker, looking slightly nervous.

Ge Bing's face darkened: "His aura is around the peak of Xuandan. Vampires from thousands of years ago wouldn't be so weak, right?"

Yang Yingying nodded and said: "More than 1000 years ago, the vampire family was unprecedentedly powerful. Due to their physical characteristics, they needed to drink fresh blood to survive. Some vampires decided to use animal blood as a substitute, and another vampire decided to continue to expand the size of the vampire family. They slaughtered them wantonly Humans eventually aroused the anger of the descendants of the Gods. The descendants of the Gods struggled with the vampire family for hundreds of years, and finally wiped out all the vampires. Sabat was the patriarch of a certain vampire family at that time. He was very powerful, but he was still sealed in the end. !”

"As for why he is so weak now, it is probably because he has been sealed for too long and spent his strength breaking through the seal, which caused his cultivation to regress!"

"Although he looks like he is only in the fifth-level legendary realm, after all, he was a person from a thousand years ago, so we must not take him lightly!"

"Vampires are afraid of the power of light, but those who awaken to the power of light are very rare!"

Yang Yingying pursed her lips, looked at Master Miejie and said, "The power of Buddhism will also work!"

Master Miejie looked back at the disciples in Mount Emei and said with an embarrassed expression, "We in the Emei Sect don't have disciples who are at the peak of Xuandan!"

"We have a mirror!"

Zhu Qingshan suddenly spoke.

In an instant, everyone turned their attention to Ming Jing, who was dressed in white monk robes.

Zhu Qingshan looked at Ming Jing and asked, "Master Ming Jing, are you sure?"

Wu Kuang said in a deep voice: "Isn't Ming Jing in the late stage of Xuan Dan?"

"But he has the strength to fight against the peak Xuandan!" Zhu Qingshan smiled lightly.

"This is not an ordinary Xuandan peak, it is an old monster that lives for 1000 years!" Wu Kuang said worriedly.

"Amitabha!"

Ming Jing clasped his hands together, recited a Buddha's name, and then appeared on the ring with a sway of his feet.

Sabat did not introduce himself, but stared at the mirror with his red eyes, a half-hearted smile on his evil face.

At this moment, the Western camp also figured out Sabat's identity.

Everyone was excited when they heard that he was a vampire from thousands of years ago.

Although vampires have committed evil deeds in the past, they were all punished in the end, and that happened thousands of years ago.

Nowadays, the bloodline of the descendants of the God Clan is thin, and the major trade unions are constantly at odds. No one cares about the grudges from thousands of years ago.

They only hope that the Western camp can win this arena competition.

Sabat didn't say anything, and with a wave of his hand, he took out a bloody blade from his sleeve robe and slashed at Ming Jing.

hum!

An illusory golden bell appeared on Ming Jing's body.

The bloody blade struck the golden bell, making a deafening sound.

There were cracks in the golden bell, and Sabat slashed out again.

The golden bell was completely broken, the bright mirror rose into the sky, and the dark eyes flashed with golden light.

"Buddha's Hands of Mercy!"

Hearing Ming Jing's soft shout, he raised his hand and clapped it with his palm.

A huge golden palm is condensed, and the sound of Buddha faintly echoes in the air.

Sabat stabbed the fallen Buddha's palm with a knife, and a burst of blood-red energy hit the palm of the Buddha's palm.

There were bloodstains on Ming Jing's palms, but his expression remained unchanged as he softly recited scriptures.

boom!

The Buddha's hand seemed to increase its strength, pressing Sabat so hard that his legs tended to bend.

"Roar…"

Sabat opened his mouth and roared.

A pair of huge wings suddenly sprouted from his back, and a power beyond the Xuandan realm suddenly erupted.

Ming Jing's Buddha's hand instantly collapsed into nothingness.

Zhu Qingshan felt Sabat's power beyond the Xuandan and frowned slightly: "It's broken, the mirror has been compromised!"

Wu Kuang also frowned: "I'm just saying that this ghost who has lived for a thousand years must not be that simple!"

"Ding Jing, if you can't beat me, just admit defeat and don't be brave!"

Wu Kuang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ming Jing's bone age is only over 20 years old. Being able to practice to the late stage of Xuandan at this age is already considered a monster, not to mention that he can still fight against the peak of Xuandan.

Such talents cannot die young.

When modern monks deal with ancient vampires, they will never give up if they cannot defeat them.

Sabat waved his wings and flew up, and the bloody blade in his hand turned into thousands of bloody lights and slashed towards the mirror.

After just one encounter, Ming Jing's dust-free white monk's robes were stained red with blood.

Wu Kuang clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on with Ming Jing? You don't even want to admit defeat?"

Zhu Qingshan and others also frowned.

Ao Qin said in a deep voice: "Is this guy worried about embarrassing Tianlong Camp?"

"Ding Jing, don't be stupid and admit defeat quickly!"

Wu Kuang yelled again.

boom!

Sabat kicked Ming Jing in the chest.

The mirror fell from a high altitude and hit the ground hard.

A hole was made in the ground.

Zhu Qingshan became anxious: "Senior Dan Chenzi, hurry up and save him!"

Dan Chenzi frowned slightly: "According to the rules, we are not allowed to interfere!"

"The vampire is now in the Xuanying realm, and Mingjing is only in the Xuandan realm. It's not fair in the first place!"

Zhu Qingshan wished he could rush forward to save people.

However, I am not strong enough, so going up to save people is like trying to use a mantis as a chariot.

Dan Chenzi sighed: "He could have given up!"

Zhu Qingshan saw that Dan Chenzi was unwilling to take action, and his face darkened: "If you don't save me, I will!"

After that, he looked at everyone in the Tianlong camp and said: "You have also seen that this vampire deliberately hides his strength and has broken the rules of the game. Come with me to save people!"

Wu Kuang, Ao Qin, Liao Changkong, Wu Chen and others stepped forward one after another.

And just when they were about to take action, a bright golden light suddenly burst out from the ring.

I saw a huge golden Buddha sitting cross-legged on the ring.

Looking up, I saw that the Buddha statue was a hundred feet high, solemn and majestic.

There is a divine light shining behind the Buddha statue, and there are sounds of Sanskrit chanting from all directions.

The bright mirror is suspended at the heart of the Buddha statue. His eyes are closed tightly, and there are blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Buddha's Palm!"

The secret realm opened its eyes, and the Buddha statue followed suit.

A pair of huge eyes released dazzling golden light.

Immediately afterwards, the Buddha statue slowly raised its hand and pressed it towards Sabat.

Sabat's pupils contracted violently, he was terrified, and his facial muscles couldn't stop trembling.

"Roar…"

When Sabat raised his head and looked like a beast, fangs sprouted from his mouth, and blood mist filled his body.

The wings just wrapped around him, as if he wanted to resist the huge Buddha's hand.

However, before the Buddha's hand fell completely, Sabat was already bleeding from all his orifices.

As the Buddha's palm got closer and closer, the bones all over his body made crackling sounds.

"I surrender…"

When the Buddha's palm was still ten meters high from the ground, Sabat finally couldn't resist the pressure and shouted loudly to admit defeat.

hum!

The palm stopped, and then slowly disappeared with the Buddha statue.

The bright mirror fluttered to the ground, with a pale face, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Sabat snorted, flicked his cloak and disappeared.

Two consecutive games were won by the Eastern camp.

The Western camp is crestfallen.

Those in the realm of kings have also lost their fighting spirit.

They finally figured out that the so-called arena matches were all competitions between the top kings.

Without a strong trump card that can shake the Xuanying realm, even entering the ring would be embarrassing.

Liu Chuang, who had regained his composure, had just recovered some physical strength. He jumped towards the ring, stared at the people in the Western camp with cold eyes and shouted: "Who else is there?"