This time it was a young man who walked out, wearing a blue robe and holding a long gun.
"In Lower Liuzhou..."
"Okay, I don't need to remember the dead man's name," the young man was interrupted by Xu Zimo before he finished speaking.
"Arrogance," the young man snorted coldly, holding a long spear, and shot towards Xu Zimo with a soaring spear intent.
"Clang," a sound of drawing a knife came to my ears, before everyone watching the battle could react.
The spear in the young man's hand has been broken into two halves, and even his body has been split into two halves.
"One trick," Xu Zimo said calmly, putting away his knife and standing up.
"This knife," the young man in Huafu who borrowed the knife under the field narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed his chin and thought about something.
With Xu Zimo's victory, the audience on both sides became more and more excited.
And the opponents in the waiting area are also appearing one after another.
But the next opponents were all ended by Xu Zimo.
He didn't even use a strong pulse technique, only one move of the sword drawing technique, which was so fast that the eyes could not catch it, ended these opponents.
Ten people, twenty people, more and more opponents fell under his hands.
Such a scene also attracted the attention of the organizer, the Fury Family.
In that gambling house, someone even placed a bet on Xu Zimo's Baisheng, but most of the bettors were not optimistic.
Because everyone knows that when a person wins to a certain point in a row, the Fury family will target them in private, and they don't allow this to happen.
...
The manager of the martial arts arena of the Angry family is Nu Shiwu, the younger brother of the Patriarch of the Angry family.
Listening to the servant's report at this moment, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly, and said, "What do you mean, you can't fight in the whole hundred games?"
"It's not that there is no one, Mr. Jianming hasn't come up yet, the key is that we can't control Mr. Jianming," said the servant in a difficult way.
"Idiot," Nu Shiwu said coldly, "Jianming has no shortage of fusion stones at all, he came to the competition arena purely to hone his pulse skills and increase his combat experience.
You go and tell him that a young man of his age has come to the martial arts arena. If he is still a swordsman, he will definitely fight. "
"Your subordinate will do it now," the servant nodded hastily.
On the martial arts arena, Xu Zimo has won twenty-nine games.
There are basically no people in the waiting area at Baichang, in fact, it's not that there are no people, to be precise, no one dares to go up.
So far, no one has been able to catch his sword, and there is only one word, death.
Because no one participated in a hundred games, there was a short period of vacuum in the competition.
The surrounding audience chattered.
"There's no one here, so how can you compare?"
"Wait, if no one is really there, it won't work for a hundred times, there are still thousands of times and ten thousand times for people over there.
It's just that the odds of betting have not reached the highest point, and they are waiting for the time. "
"You think this guy is trying to win consecutively, right? From the establishment of our martial arts arena, no one can really win a hundred games in a row."
"It shouldn't be possible, do you know how hard it is to win a hundred games in a row
There is no rest time in these hundred games, is there enough aura in his body? Will the body be injured and tired
And this is the very beginning, and the opponents behind will become stronger and stronger, which is unrealistic. "
While everyone was talking, the door to the waiting area was opened again.
A handsome young man came out.
"It's Mr. Jianming," someone on the ring exclaimed.
The loudest voices were some women.
The young man was wearing a robe with sleeves and shoulders and a streamer. There were four layers of clothes, and the inner layer was white and light blue.
The neckline is intertwined with white and blue cloud patterns, the shoulders are decorated with white ribbons and blue gemstones, and the outer robe has layers of undulating dark patterns that are not easy to see clearly.
The young man's eyes were clear, his black hair was tied behind his head in a black bun, and a white headband was tied on his forehead.
With a high nose bridge, fair skin, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, anyone who looks at it will sigh with emotion, what a face.
There was a blue and white long sword hanging from the young man's waist, the sword was engraved with two small characters "剑子", and the rest were some incomprehensible patterns.
The imposing manner of the youth is as dusty as a handsome man walking out of an ancient style.
"Jian Ming," the young man looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly.
"It seems that Mr. Jianming has finally made a move," the women watching the battle said admiringly.
Although most men disdain his appearance, they cannot refute his strength.
"Since Mr. Jianming came to this Fury City three years ago, he has reached the top of the hundred games for three years."
"It should be. Among the people who have played a hundred games, he has won fifty-four games in a row, which should be the most."
Everyone was discussing, regardless of the people from Wanshici, because there are basically old monsters there, and because of the long training time, the younger generation is no match at all.
As for the thousand games, they are some famous seniors.
As for the hundred games, except for some people with low cultivation bases, most of them are contests of the younger generation.
According to the rules of the martial arts arena, if a person with a hundred rounds wants to bid for a thousand rounds, he has three chances to challenge each month.
If you win, you can participate in thousands of competitions. Similarly, it is the same for thousands to ten thousand competitions.
For the sake of fairness and sanction, people with 10,000 games also have three opportunities to compete in 100 and 1,000 games every month.
But under normal circumstances, people who played 10,000 games seldom go to other games. On the one hand, they won less fusion stones, and on the other hand, they went to other games, and no one dared to fight them.
Only in situations like Xu Zimo's, when they are almost invincible in their own games, and the odds of the bet reach a certain level, will they make a move.
...
Jianming was surrounded by sword intent, and he looked at Xu Zimo calmly.
When the sword drawing sound sounded, Jian Ming closed his eyes slightly and pulled out the long sword at his waist.
The lingering sword intent directly annihilated Xu Zimo's saber energy and disappeared.
Although the saber energy was annihilated, the strength contained in it still made Jian Ming retreat more than three steps.
Jian Ming's pupils shrank, and when the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, there was wind and thunder flashing on the sword, and Wu Geng's sword intent surrounded the surroundings and shot straight into the sky.
"You are very strong," Jian Ming said, looking at Xu Zimo.
"Why, do you want to admit defeat?" Xu Zimo smiled.
"Only the strong have the meaning of fighting," Jian Ming stared, and took half a step back with his right hand.
I saw him holding the sword in his right hand, tilted a little bit, surrounded by the sword intent, behind him appeared countless long swords condensed with sword intent.
"Wan Jian returns to the sect," Jian Ming said lightly, and thrust forward the long sword in his hand.
Just hearing the sound of "boom", countless strands of sword intent pierced through behind him, the void was pierced, and the space was broken into pieces.
Xu Zimo raised his head and pointed lightly at the long knife in his hand.