Eight hundred and seventieth chapters are about to win
Wu Kehang felt unprecedented mental pressure and the pressure from my sword.
Only then did Wu Kehang understand.
Why did I laugh just now?
All the things I did before, including injuries and weaknesses, and concessions, were all to attract him to attack with all his strength.
At this moment, he had no choice but to fight with me head-on.
Under the arena, countless people stared wide-eyed.
"The repressive force is so strong. I feel terrified at such a long distance!"
"Just now, Qin Ze kept retreating. How did he burst out with such strong power now?"
"You're just pretending, Qin Ze was just pretending!"
"..."
Many people have come back to think about it.
However, my sword has already been cut.
Faced with the Qingcheng School's unique skills, the secret sword of the Golden Light Sword Qi, explodes and slashes.
The sword energy wielded by the "Mie" tactic appears to be even more fierce and manic.
"Bang" sounded again.
This blow was more powerful than the sword blow I had with Wudang Senior Brother Li Chunlong.
The turbulent flow of Gang Qi vibrates around with a "whirring" sound.
Many people's faces turned pale and it was hard to imagine that we, in our early twenties, could actually achieve such a level of cultivation.
After a violent explosion.
Although Wu Kehang tried his best, it was still difficult to resist the terrifying power of the Mie Zi Jue.
His face twisted, and he screamed:
"ah!"
The long sword in his hand was cut off directly, and Wu Kehang flew backwards.
The body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and rolled seven or eight times in a row before stopping.
He raised his head slightly and tried to get up, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The body lay on the ground again.
"Big Brother!"
"Senior Brother Kehang!"
"..."
Qingcheng Sect disciples exclaimed.
The referee flew up to the stage to check the situation.
At the same time, he waved his hand to indicate that Wu Kehang was unconscious and could no longer fight.
"Qin Ze wins this game. Seven consecutive victories."
The audience was in an uproar.
Exclamations continued.
"Damn it, I won again!"
"Oh my god, the seven consecutive victories are all attributed to the top players of each faction."
"Hahaha, you really give us Sanxiu a long face."
"..."
Amid the cheers, I was not doing well.
And I stood still.
The stone bricks underfoot were cracked.
Panting and sweating.
Although I won, this sword directly drained 10% of my spiritual power, and the sequelae of lack of energy and blood made me feel dizzy.
My feet are a little unsteady.
But I know that at this time, the less I can show it.
Because according to the rules of the game, you can only win by winning ten times in a row, or no one dares to challenge.
Now that I have been dealt with like this, if I show that I am very weak.
Its own deterrence will continue to decrease.
Hold on, hold on...
I kept warning myself in my mind while standing firmly on the stage.
And constantly adjust your breath to stabilize your heart and Dantian.
Wu Kehang, like Li Chunlong, was directly carried down.
But when Wu Kehang carried him down, he was better than Li Chunlong and had already woken up.
But seeing the people around him pointing and pointing, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.
After all, losing is a bit embarrassing.
Looking at the entire Taoist sect, almost all the younger generation of masters have already been in the ring.
The rest are some disciples with very low cultivation level.
"Hey, is there anyone else? Qin Ze is at the end of his strength."
"That's right, we all fought on stage.
Don't let a casual cultivator win.
Where should we put the disciples from our major sects?"
"..."
Disciples from all the major sects were talking about it.
But despite shouting and shouting, no one came to the stage.
Although many people can see that I am at the end of my rope.
But he is not so weak that he is unable to fight.
There must still be the ability to fight.
We also know that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Those who have never been in the ring are basically young colleagues who are in the Naqi realm or even have lower cultivation levels.
With such a level of cultivation, if he comes up to fight with a strong man who can explode into the early stage of true light with one sword, what is the difference between this and going to die?
Therefore, even if many people want to go on stage to catch me, they don’t have the strength.
They all shook their heads.
On the ring, Master Liuyun has been meeting for five minutes, but no one has challenged him yet.
Immediately shouted:
"Pindao counts dozens more, and if no one takes up the challenge, the winner will be Qin Ze."
After speaking, Taoist Master Liuyun looked around.
Then start counting.
nineteen……
Listening to the countdown, I felt very nervous and subconsciously took a look at the Bone Resurrection Grass.
As long as she wins, Qingdai's injuries will be cured.
This time, I competed not for fame, but just to get the medicinal herbs.
Under the ring, many people looked around.
Looking forward to seeing if there are any new challengers.
Some people even counted down.
three two……
When I heard this number, my eyes lit up.
One more count and I win.
I clenched my fists.
I even saw Lao Mo laughing under the ring and opening champagne to celebrate me.
However, just when Taoist Master Liuyun was about to count down to the last count.
In the foreign guest seat, above the Japanese seat, the thin dark man who appeared before suddenly stood up.
With sharp eyes, he looked at the ring and the whole audience and shouted: