Money can make the devil push the devil, and if the price is high enough, it is not impossible. So today the hero will be particularly lively. The corner of the arena that was deserted yesterday is filled with many people today. Bang - a tall
The figure flew out of the ring and fell into the crowd, causing the crowd to curse...
"The arena is for martial arts competition, not height competition! Do you think someone who is taller can't beat you?"
"Another loser, a real embarrassment to our heroes from the Central Plains!"
"Look, the Shadowless Sword is on the scene! This one is bound to win, I have to place a bet!" A warrior who was watching hurriedly ran to the gambling room aside, took out two taels of silver, bet on it, and turned around
Before he could squeeze into the crowd, he saw a man in black flying over, almost hitting a man in the chest. The man in black's head was as swollen as a pig's head, and he looked very kind upon closer inspection.
The warrior who had just bet on the victory of the Shadowless Sword felt heartbroken after buying it. "Shadowless Sword, Shadowless Sword, it would be great if you could defeat it faster. My two taels of silver...".
The level of challengers is getting higher and higher. The Shadowless Sword who was just defeated is an eighth-level warrior. He is also a well-known person in the world. Otherwise, no one would rush to place bets. Unexpectedly, he met the Shadowless Sword.
He didn't even get past a single move before being beaten into a pig's head by Jian Xilai.
Jian Xi Lai is at the peak of the eighth level, and the Shadowless Sword is at the eighth level. Why did the Shadowless Sword fail so quickly? The warriors with a bright mind even suspected that the Shadowless Sword guy was just a stooge, just to defraud everyone. The Wang family’s judge level was still high.
Less than the seventh level, the battle just now is even more unclear. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't understand because the person standing in the ring is Jian Xilai. It's clear who wins and who loses.
The worshiper of the Wang family in the Hero Building stood behind the second master of the Wang family and said: "Jian Xilai's fighting instinct has been integrated into his bones. The Wuying Sword came on stage and wanted to test the depth of the opponent with feints. Jian Xilai used all his strength to make real moves and feints. Wuying Sword
Jian didn't even show five points of his strength, and he was defeated! If there is no one below the ninth level in a life-and-death fight, Jian Xilai's opponent is an eighth-level person who has been honed in thousands of battles. The second master wants to defeat him with the help of that ragtag group of people.
I’m afraid it won’t be easy to kill Jian Xilai!”
The Wang family enshrines the strength of the grandmaster, and what they say is still very weighty. I saw the second master of the Wang family frowning and thinking, should I use the cards in my hand? Is a sword coming from the west worth using the cards in my hand... The second master of the Wang family finally plans to watch.
In the past few days, after all, the arena competition has just begun, so there may be surprises.
Nangong Shou watched Jianxi Lai's arena match for a long time, then looked back at Cui Mingdao: "What are the chances of winning?"
Cui Mingdao, who has always been full of confidence, lowered his head and pondered for a long time before saying seriously: "There is a 70% chance of winning in a battle in the ring. If it is a 50-50 chance of winning or losing and life and death!"
This evaluation is quite high, because Cui Mingdao is at the pinnacle of the ninth level. A person who can paint beauties lifelike means that this person is serious about his work to the extreme, so his martial arts will definitely not be mixed with water. A person with a peak of the ninth level must have a human face.
For an eighth-level warrior, a life-and-death fight would only be 50-50. You can imagine how terrifying this eighth-level warrior is.
"What is the chance of winning against Jian Xilai before my eldest brother breaks through to Grandmaster?" Cui Mingdao asked rhetorically.
Nangong Shou looked at the calm Jian Xilai in the ring competition: "If he is a very evil person, I will be able to kill him with the sword. If he is not an evil person, I can't kill him, and he can't kill me."
Cui Mingdao nodded, because he knew that Nangong Shou's words were true. Nangong Shou's strongest thing was his understanding of the world's power, and his power against evil people would only become stronger. In Prince Fu's Mansion, Mu Pinshan was concentrating on
Listening to Chen Buwen playing the harp, the soul-stirring face alternates between joy and sadness, as intoxicating as the music of the harp...
"Sister, have you seen Li Taiping these days?" After listening to the music, Mu Pinshan asked what he had been wanting to ask these days.
Chen Buwen smiled and said, "How come you can't calm down if you haven't seen anyone for a few days?"
"No way! I just feel that this guy has been so mysterious in the past few days, and I want to know what he can do behind our backs!"
"You should ask Brother Nangong about this. The three brothers hang out together all day long!" Chen Buwen said.
Mu Pinshan frowned and said: "I asked Brother Nangong, and he said that he and Cui Mingdao have been watching Jianxi Lai's ring competition in the past two days, but I don't know where that kid Li Taiping went!"
Mu Pinshan couldn't find Li Tianping, because Li Taiping was also looking for someone at this time. Wang Danren drank a few more drinks in the past two days, and now he has recovered. He got up early in the morning and led the thugs straight to
Cuihua's house. Wang Danren rushed to the empty house. There was not even half a person in the empty house. After careful inquiry, he found out that no one from Cuihua's house had come back in the past few days. Wang Danren secretly screamed, that old guy wouldn't run away with Cuihua.
Okay. Wang Danren was a little anxious, and the sparrows that reached his mouth flew away. He hurriedly gathered all his men and started rummaging around the city, causing a lot of noise...
Wang Danren had a hard time looking for him, but Cuihua and his daughter couldn't find it. However, they dug out Scholar Lu and beat him, but they couldn't get any useful information. Just when he was annoyed, he saw his subordinates rushing to tell him that there was a
The young man asked someone to take the message, and Cuihua was waiting for him at home.
Without saying a word, Wang Danren rushed to Cuihua's house with his men and women...
In the Hero Building, the arena from Jianxi Lai has fewer and fewer people who dare to challenge it, but it is also becoming more and more exciting. Those who can challenge it show that they have enough weight, and here is another person slowly taking the stage...
Dressed in green clothes, his face was pale, and his every move was elegant like a scholar, to be precise, he looked like a sick scholar. The sick scholar slowly walked onto the stage, very slowly, and when he came to the stage, he coughed several times and his face turned rosy.
He nodded slightly towards Jianxi Lai and said, "I am Dugu Qingfeng, who is known as the sick scholar. Please don't show mercy, brother."
This was the first time Jian Xi came to hear that the opponent should be harsher before a fight. Anyone who speaks abnormally usually has an abnormal brain. If an abnormal person can still practice to the ninth level, he is considered abnormal.
, if you dare not keep your spirits up, you might not be a normal person for the rest of your life.
"Each other, each other." This was the first time Jian Xi Lai spoke. Because the elegant sick scholar in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling, just like the feeling he had when he was trapped in Temole's army in Mobei. Jian Xi Lai
Jian Xilai's intuition is very accurate, and his intuition has saved him from danger many times over the years, so Jian Xilai trusts his intuition.
Dugu Qingfeng, an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Dugu family, is a perverted madman who has not been seen in Qingyang Sect for a century. Yes, he is indeed a madman. He usually looks elegant and treats others politely, but once he touches others, this person changes.
He is so strong that even wild animals will retreat when they see him. People say that the sick scholar is cruel to his enemies and even more cruel to himself. If he offends him, it will be a life-and-death situation. In recent years, the number of fights between the sick scholar and others has increased.
The body was getting more and more injured with more beatings, but strangely enough, this man got stronger with the more injuries he got.
"This is a great show. I really didn't expect this lunatic to come! I was lucky enough to see this kid fight with someone. At that time, he was still at the sixth level, but his opponent was at the peak of the seventh level. This guy's aura was life-threatening.
His fighting style is really terrifying. He trades injuries for injuries and lives for lives. The seventh-level peak player was actually beaten half to death by him!" Cui Mingdao said excitedly, his voice loud enough to cover the entire audience.
Jian Xilai heard it clearly on the field.
The sick scholar turned around and looked at Cui Mingdao in the audience. He smiled with his white teeth and said, "Brother Mingdao has not been seen for many years, but he is still so arrogant. It really hasn't changed at all!"
With Cui Mingdao's loud voice, any fool would know that he was reminding Jianxi Lai that the enemy in front of you is a lunatic. Cui Mingdao also returned the greeting: "To each other, Brother Qingfeng is still so sick!"
The sick scholar turned around and ignored Cui Mingdao, because he knew that he couldn't fight Cui Mingdao in a quarrel, so he looked at Jian Xilai and smiled and said: "Can we start?"
Jian Xilai nodded and saw that the sick scholar took off his green shirt. Under the wide green shirt, he saw his body tightly wrapped in white gauze. There was blood and water seeping out from many parts of the body. The sick scholar who took off his green shirt was full of energy.
A sudden change, like a wounded trapped animal, a surge of blood filled the air...
The sick scholar took off his green shirt, and Nangong Shou could see that the sick scholar had actually practiced the additional kung fu to the ninth level! You must know that the red-haired ghost of the fifth level can kill seven in and seven out of Tie Mo Le's army, which is no better than the eighth level.
If you have a high-level sword from the west, you can imagine what it will be like if you have mastered the ninth-level martial arts skills. Perhaps only the Buddhist Vajra Indestructible can be compared to the golden body level.
"I'm coming!"
Not seeing the sick scholar exert any force on his feet, he saw the bluestone under his feet suddenly shattered inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, the man appeared in front of Jian Xilai like an arrow from a string, and his gauze-wrapped fists were swung upwards...
It was so fast that Jian Xilai, who was already prepared, had no chance to dodge or draw his sword. Looking at the rapidly enlarging fists in his eyes, Jian Xilai believed that if he was hit, it would not be as simple as losing the game.
I guess I will be either an idiot or a fool for the rest of my life. Jianxi Lai only had time to hold the long sword across his chest when he felt a terrifying force coming along the scabbard. There was no trace of true energy, but pure physical strength.
Jian Xilai was like a firework shot out. The terrifying force knocked it high into the air. There was a roar that ripped through the air. Jian Xilai felt that his arms were numb and senseless, as if they were not his own. The ground
The sick scholar was slowly squatting down. Jian Xilai knew that if he didn't draw his sword, he might not have a chance to draw it.
Jian Xilai's body reached the highest point and began to fall, faster and faster. Jian Xilai did not raise his breath to lighten his body, but accelerated his descent. His eyes were locked on the sick scholar... The half-crouched sick scholar's legs were like
The beef tendons that were fully charged suddenly straightened, and he was about to jump up. Just when the sick scholar was about to jump up, Jian Xilai drew his sword. Jian Xilai wanted to ensure that the hand holding the sword could recover.
In the best state, he has been holding back and refusing to draw his sword, until the sick scholar has accumulated enough strength to draw the sword brazenly...
Jian Xilai's fighting instinct was still precise and terrifying. He took action at the moment before the sick scholar's power exploded. He could not open his eyes when he saw the sword light reflected in the sky. Countless sword energy merged into a blade and stabbed down in the air... Welcome
The sword energy was a fist, a fist wrapped in gauze...
The sword energy burst, and the long sword reached. My fist pressed against the tip of the sword, but could not withstand the surging sword energy. I saw the gauze-covered arm that was holding the sword burst suddenly, and the white gauze was twisted by the sword energy.
It shattered and exploded into a cloud of white mist. The arm was criss-crossed with sword marks, and blood seeped out from every inch of the skin... The sword was also uncomfortable, and the mouthful of blood that was being held back could no longer be tolerated.
Squirt...
The two met each other and fought to the death, causing both sides to lose...