"Someone has lost in a row again. Who is this? レ★\/\学.oc★\/\レ"
"Including Yunping and Pei Shaoxuan, there are already ten. These guys who played today are too strong."
"Yes, we have figured out all the ways. Damn it, it will be extremely difficult to win sixty games if this continues."
The fights continued one after another, and except for some warriors who still had cards left to play, the other leaders from all over the world mostly ended tragically.
They didn't even win ten games, and some even lost one defeat after another, losing eighteen games in a row.
The atmosphere at the scene became more frightening.
The old man in gray robe said expressionlessly: "No. 56, Dingfengchou."
Dingfengchou swayed slightly, and his figure floated onto the arena. He cupped his hands and said to all directions: "Dingfengchou of Tianjian Sect, I would like to give you some advice."
"Ding Fengchou has finally come up. Don't lose. I have bet 50,000 or 60,000 intermediate spirit stones on him."
"Me too, don't be like Pei Shaoxuan, otherwise you won't even be able to cry."
"Probably not. There is no obvious certainty about Tianmen's sword control skills, let alone the skill of using Qi as a sword."
Seeing Ding Fengchou's appearance, there was a lot of discussion in the audience. After all, there were many more people betting on him than Pei Shaoxuan.
boom!
With a sound, a middle-aged warrior wearing armor landed firmly on the ground. With a move, three palm-sized tower shields flew out and flew around him quickly.
"Mo Yan, come here to learn your brilliant moves."
Dingfengchou looked at the three small tower shields and frowned slightly. Judging from the aura on the shields, it seemed to be a middle-grade defensive secret treasure.
Use Qi as a sword!
To test it out first, Dingfengchou gave a soft drink, and eighteen air swords appeared out of thin air behind him. He put his fingers together and pointed forward fiercely.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
There was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound, and the three slap shields kept flying up, down, left and right, blocking all the sword energy one meter away from Mo Yan's body.
Dingfengchou's expression darkened, and he couldn't help but speed up again, and the angle of the sword became more and more tricky, but the shield seemed to be able to automatically sense danger.
No matter where the air sword comes from, from above, from the left, from the right, or around a corner, it can block the powerful air sword at the last moment.
"Since you can't find a gap, then create a gap for me, use Qi as a sword, and make peace!" Unable to attack for a long time, Dingfengchou couldn't help but use his Zhenhuo Qi.
The turbulent sword intent shot straight into the sky from Ding Fengchou's body. There seemed to be countless sword sounds in the air, causing strong winds to dance wildly.
The eighteen qi swords merged into one and stabbed straight towards Mo Yan.
Dangdang!
Mo Yan's heart moved, and one of the palm-sized tower shields instantly became more than two meters high and one meter wide, covering his entire body.
The air sword stabbed on the tower shield, making a clanging sound, sparks shooting out, and the surging sword intent stirred up.
Mo Yan, one meter behind the tower shield, had his hands formed in seals. The expression on his face looked very uncomfortable, and his feet were firmly grasped on the ground.
Whoop whoosh!
The sword intent was mighty, like a rushing river, attached to the Qi Sword. Ding Fengchou commanded the Qi Sword over and over again, and slammed into the tower shield.
Every impact stirred up gusts of wind in the air, and above the sound of swords in the wind, there was a whining sound.
The powerful sword intent was like substance, trying to blend in with the strong wind, and seemed to want to invade Mo Yan's body.
But they were blocked by two other palm-sized shields.
"It's interesting, isn't it broken yet? The artistic conception of killing, fusion!"
Dingfengchou snorted coldly, and the Qi Sword suddenly turned bright red, and the aura of killing spread rapidly throughout the entire field.
For a moment, the air seemed to solidify, and Ding Fengchou's whole aura rose to a higher level again.
boom!
The blood-red Qi Sword pierced the tower shield fiercely, and a loud noise was heard. Mo Yan was directly knocked away a hundred meters with the shield.
boom!
After landing, the power from the sword was transmitted to the ground, and a huge pit suddenly exploded. Although Mo Yan's face was pale, he was still fine.
Gao Yangyu looked at all this and said with a faint smile: "It's useless. Generally, intermediate secret treasures cannot stop your sword, but with the Mo family's special secret skills, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky to break through."
Seeing the stalemate on the battlefield, many spectators outside the stadium began to feel excited.
Even the drum beat, which usually sounded extremely exciting, felt extremely irritating at the moment.
Bang bang bang!
Dingfengchou used all kinds of killing moves one by one. Mo Yan was beaten like a violent storm and kept retreating. The terrifying sword intent filled the field.
The power of each sword increased by more than 20%, but Mo Yan defended like a turtle.
The three shields danced up and down, changing back and forth between sizes, blocking Ding Fengchou's killing moves one by one.
Click!
The long sword returned to its sheath, Dingfengchou gave a slight kick, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed: "That's it, go down, this game is considered a draw."
He has been attacking for two consecutive hours, but the opponent's defense is really amazing. If he continues like this, his energy will be consumed too much, and he will have to give up the next seventeen battles.
He had no choice but to choose a draw. This person was here because of his sword-wielding skills, and it was indeed difficult to deal with him.
Ha ha ha ha!
On the high tower, Gao Yangyu laughed heartily. After Ding Fengchou said these words, he once again received more than six million intermediate spirit stones.
"Congratulations, City Lord, for once again receiving six million intermediate spirit stones." Several old men stood up and congratulated.
The smile on Gao Yangyu's face couldn't stop being joyful, and he said energetically: "The next one to have a winning streak seems to be Jiang Zimo, what is his bet amount?"
"It's less than Dingfengchou, but it's still three million."
Gao Yangyu said in a deep voice: "The Wuxiang Divine Art is indeed a bit difficult to deal with, but if you spend more resources on a wheel battle, there should be no problem."
Dingfengchou's winning streak ended, but the next seventeen games ended with complete victory, with a total of sixty-three victories.
In this way, regardless of the outcome of the battle tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Dingfengchou will be the first to get the qualification to appear in the first round.
The audience on the field felt pity. If Dingfengchou hadn't drawn a draw in the first game, he might have been the one to break the 60-match winning streak.
The shouting and cursing in the field was even more sensational than the last time Pei Shaoxuan lost, because there were so many people who bought Ding Fengchou.
As a result, he didn't even win fifty games in a row. He lost directly to forty-seven games, so the bettors could say that they lost all their money.
When Ding Fengchou passed by Jiang Zimo, he said: "Sixty consecutive victories are up to you. The endurance of your phaseless magic skill is enough to make you proud."
Jiang Zimo shook his head and said with a smile: "It's difficult, my Wuxiang Magical Skill, victory is long-lasting, and defeat is also long-lasting."
After several battles, Jiang Zimo Shiran appeared on the stage. His first opponent was a centenarian old man with extremely deep vitality.
Jiang Zimo's heart sank slightly when he sensed this person's aura. His biggest advantage was that each palm had 100% power but only 10% consumption.
Therefore, if ordinary people fight against him and go all out, they will be dragged down by him until their energy is exhausted in a short time, but he himself is still full of energy.
This is the weirdness of the Wuxiang Divine Skill, one of the only three heaven-level primary skills in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.
But when meeting this old man who has lived for who knows how long, it seems troublesome.
After a long period of tempering, the other party may be weak in everything, but he will never be weak in vitality.
Bang bang bang!
After saluting, the two immediately got into a fight, head-to-head, going back and forth, fearing that they would fight with all their strength.
Powerful vitality surged in the arena, and every time the palms and winds collided, huge pits would explode in the arena.
The violent roaring sound was endless, and even the sound of the monstrous war drums was completely suppressed.
The two of them fought tirelessly like this. The palm winds erupted by both sides were equally powerful, and they competed to see who could drain all their energy first.
After a thousand moves, the huge arena was riddled with holes from the aftermath of the two men's battle, leaving no place intact.
The old man's face gradually turned pale, and his strength was a little weak.
Jiang Zimo, on the other hand, was still blushing and out of breath, and could not see the slightest change. The air vibrated by the palm wind buzzed, but the power did not weaken in the slightest.
boom!
The two of them exchanged palms again, but this time they were not evenly matched. The old man was shocked and took dozens of steps back, and Jiang Zimo took three steps back slightly.
"Can't you hold on anymore? Come again!"
Jiang Zimo smiled softly, flew forward, and struck the old man's chest with a palm.
The palm wind was still sharp, and its power did not diminish at all. He slapped the old man until he vomited blood and was defeated.
The second game continued, and another old man who was over a hundred years old came. Jiang Zimo smiled bitterly and fought with him with a thousand moves.
The opponent's energy was exhausted, and he finally couldn't keep up with Jiang Zimo's power, and was defeated by one of his moves.
The third game continued, and the person who took the stage was an old man who was over a hundred years old. His aura was deep and long, and he could tell at a glance that he was the kind of warrior with extremely mellow vitality.
Jiang Zimo fought with him again with more than a thousand moves, but the opponent's energy could not keep up, and he was defeated by Jiang Zimo again.
The fourth game continued, and there was still an old man who was over 100 years old.
Jiang Zimo looked at the extremely relaxed face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling extremely depressed.
Although he had already expected that the other party would find many warriors with strong vitality to engage in a wheel battle with him.
But Jiang Zimo really didn't expect that Gao Yangyu would be so disgusting, that he would go to all the old guys who were over a hundred years old, and spend thousands of moves every time he fought.
No matter how powerful the Wuxiang Divine Art is, he will be exhausted to death if he continues like this.
Waving his hands helplessly, Jiang Zimo said: "Go down, I give up in this game."
Hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, little friend. It is more difficult for you young people to endure thousands of moves with an old man."
After forty-nine consecutive wins, Jiang Zimo finally failed to win fifty consecutive games, and a wailing sound was heard on the court again.
As long as fifty games pass, the bettor will be able to get some money.
But the magnification was just a little small. Who knew that Jiang Zimo was so close, but in the end he still didn't take this step.
Then Mu Xinya appeared on the stage, and everyone's last hope was once again ignited. Mu Xinya was as famous as Jiang Zimo, maybe she could win fifty or even sixty games in a row.
But Mu Xinya didn't want to use it. The Sirius King left the power behind, which would make her weak for a long time.
In the end, he was defeated by Gao Yangyu's sniper attack, and his winning streak ended at 48 games.
Why!
In the huge auditorium, following Mu Xinya's defeat, thousands of people sighed together, "No one has broken through in fifty consecutive victories, let alone sixty. This time it is considered a complete victory." No return.”
Chapter 457: Edge