Seeing the two scimitars coming like a whirlwind, they came to kill.
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the one-eyed man's mouth. He stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot, and the big knife behind his back flew out directly.
This is a wide knife, about half a meter wide, with two grooves on the blade, like gears.
Different from Mu Zhoubai's moves, his movements are wide open and closed, quite like a man who is in charge of everything.
The knives collided, bursting out bursts of sparks.
Mu Zhoubai's face changed slightly, and he felt the power coming from the opponent's broad knife, which was actually stronger than his own.
He quickly stabilized his figure, dodged continuously, and attacked impenetrably with the saber.
"Junior Brother Mu's attack is more flexible, but less powerful," Liu Rufeng said.
"However, although the opponent is strong, but in terms of speed and moves, it is too early to talk about success or failure."
The two people in the arena were fierce in every move.
Gradually, as time passed, the one-eyed man became a little anxious.
This Mu Zhoubai was like a loach, not to mention attacking, he couldn't even touch it, and under the force of the opponent's fierce sword, he had already suffered minor injuries, with more or less scars on his body.
"Are you just hiding?" the one-eyed man said angrily.
"Cross violent killing knife," Mu Zhoubai sneered seeing the one-eyed man revealing a flaw.
Immediately, he saw his two scimitars crossed together, forming a cross pattern.
His figure seemed to merge with the void, leaving only the cross knife in the whole world, and his person disappeared.
Before the one-eyed man could react, he heard a "boom", and the cross knife imprinted on his chest quickly.
Immediately afterwards, blood scattered, and the cross knife pierced through his chest and appeared behind him.
And Mu Zhoubai's figure also disappeared behind, holding a cross knife and looking at him coldly.
"How could it be?" the one-eyed man looked down at the wound on his chest, and then his body fell to the ground, and the body was directly split into pieces.
"Mu Zhou Bai wins a hundred games," the referee said calmly from the side.
As the referee here, he is used to life and death.
Countless people die here every day, both local and foreign. Life is the least valuable here.
As the guards dragged the one-eyed man's body down, the referee looked at Mu Zhoubai and asked, "You've already won eighty fusion stones from him, do you want to continue?"
"Why not?" Mu Zhoubai smiled lightly.
...
At this moment, beside the martial arts platform, there is a very magnificent restaurant.
The restaurant is called Qunying Building, and the restaurant is divided into six floors.
You can enter the first four floors if you have money, the fifth floor needs some status, and the sixth floor is for real heroes.
It is said that only those who have won hundreds of games in a row in the martial arts arena are eligible to come to the sixth floor of this group of heroes.
At the moment, it is on the fifth floor of Qunying Building, which is divided into small private rooms.
Because the restaurant is close to the martial arts arena, looking down from a high altitude, you can basically see the whole picture of the martial arts arena.
It is also a place of rare scenery.
"Master, they all went to the martial arts arena." In the private room, Nu Yang was drinking wine while listening to the servant's report.
"Win?" Nu Yang came to the window and asked calmly.
"We won one game, they are on the side of the one hundred Fusion Stones," the servant said respectfully.
"Let the old man withered wood go next time," Nu Yang said lightly.
"Master, this is inappropriate, we rarely control the confrontation in the martial arts arena," the servant paused, and tentatively explained.
"Ah Fu, what I said doesn't work anymore?" Nu Yang turned his head and said with a light smile.
"Don't dare, this subordinate will arrange it now," seeing Nu Yang smiling, the servant quickly nodded in response.
...
In the competition arena, Mu Zhoubai waited for a long time.
Just when he was getting impatient, the underground door was opened, and an old man walked out from it.
When the old man came out, the spectators watching the battle were all taken aback.
"Old man with bones, doesn't this guy often go to thousands of games
How could it come to this hundred times," someone wondered.
"Could it be that someone offended him?" The person next to him guessed.
"I don't know, but the kid on the other side is miserable."
"What's so miserable, just surrender when you meet the old man with bones, and just lose some fusion stones."
The people around were talking about it, and it was obvious that this old man with bones had a great reputation.
He usually competes on the side of ten thousand games, because winning one game is 10,000 fusion stones, but he can't even look at the one hundred games.
The old man with bones was wearing a large black robe, which wrapped his entire body inside.
When he walks, he makes a very harsh sound of "creaking".
"Admit defeat, this person is a bit dangerous," Huangfu Xianyue said solemnly in the field below.
"But according to Junior Brother Mu's character, he shouldn't give up so easily," Fang Xiang said.
...
Mu Zhoubai raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, only to see him slowly draw out the double sabers behind his back.
Clenching his hands tightly, the aura on his body is increasing little by little.
With a sound of "boom", he saw his right foot take half a step behind, and the whole person swooped over.
Cracks appeared on the floor under his feet.
Seeing Mu Zhoubai kill him, the old man with bones still lowered his head and saw no movement.
The distance between the two was getting closer, and the next moment, the old man with bones suddenly raised his head.
His face hidden in the black robe became clear, and his face was so thin that there was no flesh, only pale skin remained.
What's more frightening is that he has no eyes, and there are two groups of light blue flames in his eyes.
When Mu Zhoubai saw the two flames, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and he froze in place for an instant.
"Not good, it's a soul attack," Liu Rufeng who was below quickly stood up.
The old man with bones smiled cruelly, he stretched out his right hand, with the palm facing upwards, and gently hooked his index finger upwards.
With a "boom", the hard ring was shattered, and a huge white bone jumped out from under Mu Zhoubai's body.
It penetrated directly through his back and nailed him to the ring, on the strict white bones.
Blood was scattered in the air, and Mu Zhoubai passed out on the bones with unknown life or death.
The blood on the bone was shocking, and Huangfu Xianyue's eyes were slightly focused.
"This guy is not at the same level at all," Fang Xiang said.
"I think we got something wrong," Xu Zimo said.
"Among the younger generation, you are indeed the strongest disciples, and you even have rivals among your peers.
But in this competition arena, there is no age distinction, and those who are older than you can easily defeat you. "
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Liu Rufeng took a deep breath and walked directly towards the competition arena.