As the four words "Prince of the Demon Sword" were shouted out by the host, everyone in the venue cheered.
Although Ye Fan's victory surprised many people, they thought the battle had become more interesting.
But in fact, he caused many people to lose miserably. Therefore, after everyone calmed down, they were thinking about how to punish this dark horse who suddenly appeared. The appearance of the Demonic Prince made their thoughts disappear.
A great possibility has become a reality.
"This brat Beichen actually made us lose so much. This time when the Demon Sword Prince comes out, he will definitely finish off this brat. Let's bet quickly this time!"
"Yes, the Demon Sword Prince. Although he is also from the third level of stars, his strength is far superior to Wei Renjie. The strength of the Dafeng Dynasty is no joke."
"I heard that the Demon Sword Prince has won seven or forty-nine games in a row. He is not comparable to Ye Fan at all. The result this time is obvious!"
Almost all the monks are optimistic about the Demon Sword Prince, and his victory in seventy-seven forty-nine games is too convincing.
"Da da da!"
Countless monks ran to the betting table and started shouting wildly for betting.
"I bet on the Demon Sword Prince, three earth-level top-grade treasures!"
"I also bet on the Demon Sword Prince, and this time I bet on a heavenly magic weapon!"
"Hmph, you losers, look at me, I'm betting on three heavenly magic weapons!"
The betting booth became more and more lively. As everyone placed their bets, the situation became very clear. This time, more people bet on the Demon Sword Prince than on Wei Renjie before.
This shows that even for those speculators, in their eyes, the Demon Sword Prince is sure to win.
Betting on Ye Fan is tantamount to a fool's act. As a result, everyone starts to cheer for the Demon Sword Prince.
"Come on Prince Demon Sword, teach this boy a lesson!"
"Beichen. What the hell? Kill him!"
"Don't show mercy this time, kill Beichen completely!"
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This arena is not just for people to admire, many of the battles here are related to life and death. Once you lose the will to fight to the end, you are likely to die here.
This kind of bloody battle made everyone's emotions more exciting to a large extent. Many monks who came here to participate in the bets took a fancy to this. From here, they can not only earn various treasures, but also
They can understand the moves that many powerful monks use at the last moment. As long as they can understand even a little bit, their cultivation level can make many breakthroughs.
"Um……"
Just when everyone was almost betting on the Demon Sword Prince, an old man let out a long sigh and walked to the front of the betting table.
Everyone was curious. This old man was very powerful and his expression was serious. But they were not in a hurry to place a bet.
But it was obvious that the Demon Sword Prince had won, so why was he still hesitating?
"I bet on Beichen winning, ten heaven-level magic weapons, and thirty earth-level high-grade magic weapons!"
"What?"
Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.
In such a disparity duel, this old man actually made such an abnormal move. What kind of confidence made him act like this?
Everyone looked at the old man, who was none other than Patriarch Hongling.
Before, he won a lot of magic weapons by betting on Ye Fan. This time he used the magic weapons he won before to make a big bet.
"Old man, are you thinking too much about this? How can a trash like Beichen, a thirty-sixth star, possibly defeat the Demon Sword Prince?"
"Yes, old man. What are you doing?"
"make it clear!"
These people were all surprised. The old man in front of them did not look like a madman. What was the reason that made him make such a choice? Many people who bet on the Demon Sword Prince wanted to know.
"Haha, you guys, I can bet on whoever I want. Do I need to explain to you?"
Patriarch Hongling sneered twice. In front of him, these monks were all too young and did not belong to any seniority.
It's ridiculous to explain to these people.
"you!"
Hearing this, many monks became angry. Many of them had the ability to transcend the third and fourth levels of tribulation, and they surrounded Patriarch Hongling.
Just when things were about to break out, suddenly, several monks in uniforms rushed over.
"What are you doing, what are you doing? Just calm down for me. Don't you know where this place is?"
An eighth-level tribulation monk came over with several sixth- and seventh-level monks. Immediately, those monks who wanted to take action did not dare to move.
These monks in front of them are the special escort team of Shuiyue Holy Land Arena, and they are also the law enforcement team. If these people are angered, they are qualified to directly kill those who disobey, without the need to report to the superiors.
These are the rules of the arena and no one can violate them.
"it's okay no problem!'
"It's a joke!"
The group of monks quickly returned to their positions.
Patriarch Hongling also walked to the stands and looked at Ye Fan's position. He knew very well that no matter how powerful Ye Fan was, he would never lose.
At this moment, on the battlefield, a tall monk wearing black and brocade robes appeared on the stage.
"Hmph, I heard that you defeated Wei Renjie of Wu Quxing with one blow?"
The Demon Sword Prince came on stage and looked at Ye Fan with a sneer. He kept looking at his opponent, but his face was full of disdain. It seemed that Ye Fan would not pose any threat to him at all.
"Yes, he is too weak!"
Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled back.
"Too weak? Hahaha, yes, even though Wei Renjie has won nine games in a row, he is still too weak. But how many games should I have won in a row? Forty-nine games!"
"Hmm, forty-nine games, a pretty good record, but still too weak!"
"W-what did you say?"
The Demon Sword Prince had no idea that Ye Fan would take the initiative to provoke and use such an arrogant way of provocation.
He is a strong man from the third star, but he is ridiculed by the monk from the thirty-sixth star across from him. This kind of humiliation is unbearable.
"Stop talking nonsense and start the war quickly. I don't want to waste time!"
"Hmph, Beichen, you've angered me, I won't hold back this time, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
The Demon Sword Prince directly revealed his Demon Sword, and immediately, a terrifying aura swept over the entire place.
"See this knife? It's going to harvest your soul."
"Really? Then come and try it!"
Ye Fan still stood still, just looking at him.
It was a long red sword, and even from a long distance, one could feel the terrifying aura within it.
"Half-step sacred weapon - Red Flame Demon Sword!"
