"Da Qin, Xiao Chen, please give me some advice."
It was getting late, and the setting sun cast a fiery red light on the arena, coating Xiao Chen's body with a faint red glow.
With a calm expression and a calm look, neither happy nor angry, Xiao Chen appeared in everyone's field of vision again.
"Xiao Chen! This guy is here again, can he still win consecutively?"
Every time Xiao Chen won, he paid a hard price, like a small fallen leaf in the storm.
In the wind and rain, I was beaten to pieces, with ups and downs, but I persisted to the end every time and won my own victory.
Will he continue to win
I'm afraid no one can say that it will definitely work, but if you give the opposite answer, no one can say that Xiao Chen will definitely lose.
At this moment, Xiao Chen and everyone in the audience were already a little unpredictable and full of endless mysteries.
To win or not to win, it’s really hard to say.
"Of the seven people who have won in a row, only this person who was originally the least optimistic is left. Unfortunately, no matter what, it has nothing to do with me. I only bought 500 intermediate spiritual stones from him."
"I have less money than you. I only bought two hundred pieces. The bet is all on Fengchou."
"Me too, most of the bets were placed on Jiang Zimo, and I only invested 700 intermediate spirit stones on him."
"Let's see, if he loses today, all winning streaks will be ended, and the fight will end prematurely."
With Xiao Chen's appearance and his familiar voice and expression, many warriors in the stands cheered up again.
Many of them were already prepared to watch the last battle.
After today, there is no more winning streak, and the greatest charm of the gladiatorial game is gone.
Whether you watch it or not, it doesn’t matter.
Whoop whoosh!
A hurricane blew up on the field for no reason, the wind howled and whined, and kicked up bursts of dust on the ground, flying all over the sky.
This is a violent wind caused by pure momentum. If someone comes, the momentum is already so strong. It is not easy for someone to come.
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at an old man slowly falling in the sky, and said calmly in his heart.
The person who came fell steadily to the ground. His eyebrows were all white, wrinkles were reborn on his face, and he looked old and hoarse. He said lightly: "Bai Mufeng, come here to learn from me!"
"It turned out to be Bai Mufeng. This old guy hasn't come out for decades. I thought he was dead."
"I remember that this guy often ended the winning streak of some warriors fifty or sixty years ago. There has been no news since then. I didn't expect that he would reappear today."
"Fifty years ago, there was a high-grade Martial King's cultivation. Today's cultivation is so terrifying that it can crush Xiao Chen."
"It's completely over now, and the last winning streak will be ended."
In the stands, many spectators shook their heads in regret after seeing the white-haired old man announcing his name.
I was lucky enough to think that Xiao Chen could win a few more games in a row, but now I really don't have any hope anymore.
Without him, the gap in cultivation would be too big.
boom!
Bai Mufeng ignored the sounds around him. After he finished speaking, a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand and he swung the sword.
A thick sword energy that was more than twenty meters long swayed out, and the momentum was boundless. Under the excitement of the sword energy, it seemed that even the air was split in half.
Xiao Chen tiptoed and quickly moved aside to temporarily avoid the attack.
boom!
As soon as the front foot left, the thick sword energy suddenly landed on the ground. With a loud noise, the sword energy immediately created a long ravine on the ground, which was as deep as half a year.
"Good guy, the sword is not old yet, but it is even more powerful." Seeing this scene, the audience on the stage exclaimed.
Boom boom boom!
The strong wind stirred, Bai Mufeng's figure flashed, and he swung four swords in a row. The four sword energies were intertwined and rotated continuously.
Each sword energy was more than twenty meters long, like a windmill, falling from the sky and pressing hard towards Xiao Chen.
"Whirlwind Sword Slash, Bai Mufeng's famous stunt, the sword power falls from the sky, you can't dodge this move and can only fight hard."
"This old guy is actually so strong. I remember he could only swing two swords before, but now he can swing four swords."
Seeing this whirlwind sword slash, a sword master immediately explained it.
Xiao Chen looked up and saw that the outlines of the four rapidly rotating sword energies could no longer be seen, only wisps of blurry shadows could be seen.
The sword was condensed into the sky, and with supreme pressure, it was slowly pressed down. Xiao Chen felt that a high mountain was pressing towards him, leaving him unable to dodge.
The mountain is pressing down, where can you hide? Whirlwind Sword Slash has reached this state.
What a subtle sword move, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, secretly praising in his heart that he couldn't avoid it.
Since you can't hide, then break it for me!
Xiao Chen shouted softly, and the acupuncture points in his palm exploded. Boom, a wisp of dragon energy gathered in his right arm.
For a moment, Xiao Chen felt that he was filled with infinite strength, and even mountains could be shattered by it.
With the dragon aura and five fingers, Xiao Chen clenched the fingers of his left hand into a fist, facing the center of the whirlwind sword slash, soaring into the sky.
"If you overestimate your capabilities, so what if it breaks!"
Bai Mufeng snorted coldly, his clothes kept dancing as his vitality surged throughout his body.
Whoosh, the air began to surge back and forth as the clothes danced.
A strong wind formed, roaring back and forth in the arena, rising and falling like waves.
Whirlwind sword slash, five swords!
Whirlwind sword slash, six swords!
Whirlwind sword slash, seven swords!
The aura on Bai Mufeng's body was rising, the wind was surging, the sky and the earth were changing color, and the long sword was waving non-stop.
Boom boom boom!
The windmill sword slashes, which were getting bigger and bigger, flew towards Xiao Chen continuously. The rotation of the sword energy stirred up terrifying storms in the field.
The ground split apart, and huge pieces of soil couldn't bear the terrifying power and floated into the sky.
"Damn it, what is Bai Mufeng going to do? He is obviously going to put Xiao Chen to death!" Someone in the field exclaimed.
Under the howling wind, many martial master-level warriors in the audience were unsteady and swaying.
But Bai Mufeng's movements still did not stop, and finally he waved a round of windmill sword slashes composed of ten sword energies before slowly stopping.
Whoops!
Bai Mufeng kept kicking and breathing, and after finishing these ten sword slashes, he seemed to have aged ten years again.
The whole person became extremely weak and could not exert any strength.
The layer upon layer of whirlwind sword slashes were each bigger and stronger than the other. They looked like endless mountains, overlapping together.
In the stands, the faces of the leaders from all over the country began to change, especially those warriors who were at odds with Xiao Chen.
The expressions on their faces were extremely joyful. They could see that the seven-fold sword slash was extremely powerful and could not be endured by ordinary Martial Kings.
It is very likely that Xiao Chen will die in these layers of sword slashes. How can they be so happy for them
Jiang Zimo, Xia Xiyan and others looked extremely worried on their faces. They did not expect such a fierce scene to occur in the fight.
Xiao Chen looked calm, ignoring the strong wind around him and the rocks flying everywhere. He punched the center point of the windmill sword slash sword energy cross in front with his left hand.
break!
The Windmill Sword shattered into pieces, and huge power poured into Xiao Chen's body, causing his internal organs to churn rapidly.
The broken sword energy, like a knife, struck Xiao Chen like raindrops, leaving bloody scars.
boom!
The second acupuncture point on the left arm and under the palm exploded, and the two dragon energies merged. Xiao Chen smashed it with one punch, followed by the second round of windmill sword slashes.
The third acupuncture point exploded, and Xiao Chen once again broke through a more powerful round of windmill sword slashes, slashing and stabbing all the way.
When the last five dragon qi gathered together, Xiao Chen had already broken the windmill sword slash formed by the nine sword qi.
Only the last one is left, which is also the most powerful, the whirlwind sword slash with ten sword energies coming out of the city.
The clothes on Xiao Chen's body were torn to pieces by the broken sword energy, and there were large and small scars all over his body.
There was almost no intact place. If it weren't for the strong body, the fragmented sword energy alone could have dismembered Xiao Chen countless times.
Seeing the last round of whirlwind sword slashes, Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and the green dragon tattoo on his right arm suddenly came to life.
The right fist that had not been used finally exploded.
boom!
A wave of dragon power spread out, completely suppressing the mountain-like momentum. There was a loud noise and the entire arena couldn't help but shake a few times.
Wow!
The windmill sword slash formed by ten sword qi fragmented into countless strands of sword qi, falling densely towards the ground like raindrops.
In the rain of swords that filled the sky, Xiao Chen fell from the sky and punched Baimu Feng.
Bai Mufeng looked at Xiao Chen who broke through ten whirlwind sword slashes in a row, his eyes full of surprise. He never expected such an ending.
He wanted to resist, but found that he was extremely determined. All his energy had been consumed by the whirlwind sword slash, and he had no power at all.
boom!
With one punch, Bai Mufeng's old body floated into the sky like a kite with its string broken.
Phew! Phew!
The sword energy falling rapidly hit Bai Mufeng's body like raindrops. After a while, his body was shot through thousands of holes, leaving countless bloody holes.
After landing, he was completely dead.
When the strong wind fell, the audience at the scene could not accept the fact that Bai Mufeng was shot to death by the fragmented sword energy he swung out.
"Damn, you won't die like this." Yun Ping endured the severe pain and looked at Xiao Chen who was still standing, filled with resentment in his heart.
Xia Xiyan and others breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they were also surprised by Xiao Chen's strength.
On the high tower, Gao Yangyu's face was calm after all. Looking at Xiao Chen, who was covered in scars and dripping with blood, he lightly kicked Xiao Chen, who was angry, and said: "Tell Tuoba Liuyun to prepare for the stage. Don't let this guy kick you." Time, I don’t want him to lose, I just want him to die!”
The strength shown by Xiao Chen made Gao Yangyu not have much hope of defeating Xiao Chen once.
Bai Mufeng originally had a short life span, and he was already very satisfied that a dying person could make Xiao Chen so embarrassed.
Seeing Gao Yangyu's cold expression, the other old men in the room felt a slight chill.
Gao Yangyu didn't show any nostalgia for the death of one of his subordinates. He was so cold-blooded that it made people shudder.