Thousands of people?!

Ling Chu held the teacup in his hand and steadily placed it on the teacup table. The teacup and the teacup were gently touching, making a subtle sound.

In the eyes of the inn shopkeeper, this fellow White Tiger, even when he heard the name of the slaughter of thousands of people, was still drinking tea as steady as Mount Tai, and his body was as motionless as a mountain, and he didn't seem to be worried.

I couldn't help but feel awe in my heart.

Little did they know that under the cover of the black cloak, the originally fair and soft jaw was already a little cold and hard.

Ling Chu recalled the first day of the underground black market. The first battle he saw in the underground arena. The eyes were red like a giant bear, and a monk with his arms thicker arms over her waist.

Holding the opponent's legs in both hands, a sting sound, and blood rain filled the sky.

Tearing people is as easy as tearing paper.

Can my little body withstand this tear?

Ling Chu's face covered his entire face again, covering the expression on his face, glanced at the shopkeeper indifferently, then got up and stood up, with an extremely relaxed posture.

It seems that I don't care who the opponent is.

To admit defeat before the fight is not her style.

Trying to put aside the scene in my mind, Ling Chu kept comforting himself.

A fight with ten thousand people will inevitably be under great pressure. Under heavy pressure, it is still a good opportunity to make a breakthrough.

Even if you can't beat it, at worst, the second senior brother's life substitute will not be returned. At that time, it should be okay to call him to admit defeat.

Time passed by bit by bit. Half a month later, Ling Chu's victory had reached ninety-nine games.

The next game should be the 100th game, which is the promotion battle, or in other words, it is a battle with the slaughter of ten thousand people.

Time is just two days later.

Ling Chu dragged his injured leg and returned to the inn. He drank a cup of tea in the inn shopkeeper's intriguing and sinister smile. He ignored the chatter and said that he was going to the underground fighting arena that day to support Ling Chu.

He returned to the inn room with a faint expression.

On the day of the Lingchusheng card battle, there were crowds of people on the stands in the underground arena.

As long as it is a battle related to the massacre of ten thousand people, the spectators who come to the arena are very enthusiastic, and every scene is full of people.

Lingchu's winning rate is not very high, and there is nothing outstanding on weekdays. For example, if you like to kill someone, you can't defeat the enemy in a row and fight ten consecutive games in a day.

For spectators in the arena, Ling Chu's performance can only be said to be moderate.

"Oh, brother, you are here to watch this competition, how about it, have you bet?" A monk looked around in the high stands, his eyes fell on the monk next to him.

He leaned over and said in a slightly sharp voice.

The person next to this monk was the shopkeeper of the inn. On the same day, the shopkeeper of the inn said that he was coming to support Ling Chu, but he actually came. Moreover, he didn't even wear a mask on his face, and he showed his picture very calmly.

Slim eyes.

The inn shopkeeper was staring at the two monks standing opposite the bottom, preparing to fight, one was as tall as a mountain, and the other was wearing a black cloak. He couldn't see clearly what he was in, but he looked extremely petite, and

Wearing a tiger mask.

Just as I was happy to see, I heard a sharp voice coming from my ears, as if I were talking to him.

The inn shopkeeper turned his head and looked over. The purpose was to be a gray wolf mask.

Seeing someone talking, the inn shopkeeper was extremely happy and laughed, "Of course, when you come to this underground arena, where can you not bet or bet, that's so boring!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them looked at each other, and even though there was a mask between them, they could still feel the light in each other's eyes.

A confidant.

"A fellow fellow, brother!" The gray wolf masked monk was happy, and even his sharp voice was raised a little bit. He reached out and patted the inn shopkeeper's shoulder, with a feeling of meeting too late in his tone.

"That's not! I feel so kind when I see my brother," the inn shopkeeper's slender eyes narrowed, and then approached the gray wolf mask monk, "Brother, I'm opening an inn in this underground black market, right on the street

Finally, it’s close to this underground arena. Brother, you have time to come and support me."

The monk from Gray Wolf Mask squinted his eyes and patted the inn shopkeeper's shoulder again, "It's okay to say it, brother, I will definitely go and support you."

Watching a battle, I even brought a guest to my inn. The inn shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, and pointed to Lingchu who was standing under him with pride, saying, "I'm here, but I'll come to my inn.

The guests supported each other, after all, they have been together for more than half a year and have feelings for each other."

Hearing this, the monk with gray wolf mask looked at Ling Chu in surprise, and paused on the tiger mask on his face, and said with a smile, "Then we are really destined to be. I know that fellow Taoist, too!

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The inn shopkeeper was really shocked, and then he smiled, "That's really fate!"

"Indeed, I don't know, brother, who have you bet for?" asked the grey wolf masked monk curiously.

"Haha, who else can it be!" The inn shopkeeper laughed and said with a look of course, "Of course, it's a slaughter of thousands of people!"

Thousands of people?

The monk from the gray wolf mask widened his eyes and patted the inn shopkeeper's shoulder heavily on his hands, "That's really. Not bad, not bad."

"Brother, where are you?" The inn shopkeeper did not seem to notice the surprise of the gray wolf mask monk, and a smiling face was still on his face.

"Me? Needless to say," the monk of the gray wolf mask paused and said meaningfully, "Of course it is the fellow White Tiger."

After saying a word, the two looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

At this moment, the heavy drum sound echoed.

The battle officially begins.

The confrontation only takes a moment.

There is no reservation, eight black and white two-character swords, the center of the ink sword, nine flying swords suppressed down, three locked the air, three fixed the ground, and three carried the extremely sharp cold light and slashed down.

"roar!"

The human body roars and the beast roars.

Ten thousand people slaughtered the muscles of the whole body, their skin was covered with bronze color, and blue veins floated up secretly. Under their hideous face, they roared, and the fist was shook, and there was a sound of sonic boom.

The huge fist hit the sword light with one blow, without any escaping from the sharp edge.

"Clang!"

Like a striking roar of gold and stone, the harsh roar echoed in the stands.

The sword light that seemed unstoppable was blocked by a fist, and the tips of the swords reached the fist, as if they were still in the air.

However, the trembling sword body and the fist that flashed with golden light all showed that the two were in a state of struggle.

"Roar!" Another roar, and a sea of ​​blood appeared behind the butcher, and the blood on the fist was covered with golden light. A swelling on the arm, as if there was a little more force out of thin air. The fist wind trembled and three handles were swayed.

All the flying swords shook back.

Three flying swords flew backwards to Ling Chu in the air, standing in the air, and the swords sounded.

He watched the ten thousand people slaughtering the remaining six flying swords in Suo Kong and the land in the ground, and Ling Chu waved his hand, and the light in his clear eyes was shining.

According to the requirements of the master, in this underground arena, no other magic or magic tools can be used. Only flying swords and sword formations can be used to temper the sword formation.

But in fact, before Lingchu, he had never used the sword formation in full.

It is rare to control nine flying swords. The spiritual consciousness required is not low, and there are not many cultivators who can completely block the elusiveness of nine flying swords.

The blood evil spirit that the ten thousand people slaughtered seemed very strange. Even with the sharpness of the nine flying swords, it may not cause too much damage.

The physical body that is cultivated is not easy to break.
Chapter completed!