"Blue Star wins, who is the next challenger?" On the fighting arena, after a blue-haired goblin man defeated a barbarian with a sword, the referee in black announced.
This black-clothed referee was about the same as the blue-skinned middle-aged man Lin Ming had seen on the first floor. There were several racial characteristics in between. He was a typical mixed-race man.
In Polar Star City, due to the perennial reproduction, many of the natives have the blood of other races. It is relatively fair to use mixed-races as referees.
"Blue Star, this guy has already won the second game, and if he wins again, he will win three consecutive victories. Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"I've never heard of normal. In fact, this guy is a newcomer. It is said that he broke the bank on the first floor a year ago and got ten killing points. After coming to the second floor, he didn't fight a game. He retreated for a whole year and practiced it today. Coming out is the first battle!"
"Retreat for a whole year? You can really bear it. He is a terrible guy. A master of Shuangyi Yaomo can last less than ten breaths in his hands. I am afraid that he is hiding part of his strength. I guess, he should have something close to Siyiyao. The strength of the devil!"
The audience in the stands talked one after another, Lin Ming heard it, and couldn't help but pay more attention to this blue star.
In fact, since he came to Tongyao Pagoda, he discovered that here, because of the different cultivation systems, it is no longer accurate to use the realm of cultivation to divide the strength of warriors. A five-star demon general who is placed outside may be able to easily defeat a one-star demon king.
In this way, it is more accurate to use the demon tattoos on the warriors to distinguish their strengths.
The stronger the fighters, the more wings they have tattooed on their bodies.
From two wings, four wings, to ten wings, twelve wings.
The Yaomo tattoo on Lin Ming's body has almost condensed into wings. As the number of battles he will participate in in the future increases, his Yaomo tattoo will continue to grow.
"Blue Star, you just won two games, do you think you are invincible?"
A big red-haired man leaped onto the stage. He was also a warrior of the barbarian race. He obviously wanted to give a sigh of relief to his companions when he appeared on the stage at this time. For other races, the move is ruthless, and death is a very normal thing.
"Only by you? It seems that my three-game winning streak is within easy reach!" Lan Xing looked at the red-haired man contemptuously, and shook the long sword in his hand.
"This blue star is too arrogant, he doesn't take the red hair seriously."
"Yeah, at least Hongmao has been on the second floor for half a year, and he has almost the strength of a four-winged demon. It's not a good thing to underestimate the enemy."
Seeing that Blue Star was so arrogant, public opinion began to turn towards the red-haired barbarian.
The red-haired man laughed loudly when he heard Lan Xing's words, and pulled out the big sword behind his back, "You can get it at your fingertips? It's a miracle that you can survive in the Tongyao Tower until now. Your good luck ends here. Go to hell!" !"
As the red-haired man said, he slashed at Lan Xing with his sword!
"Crack!"
The floor tiles exploded, and Lan Xing's body disappeared like a phantom.
"Such a fast movement, such a profound artistic conception of wind."
Lin Ming could tell at a glance that this blue star's attainments in the artistic conception of wind were very high, far surpassing his own. It was said that the elves were the darlings of the laws of nature, and it was true.
The innate talent of the goblins is the best in the Holy Demon Continent. In terms of physical fitness, they are far inferior to the trolls, but they have a physique that can be in harmony with the laws of nature, and it is easy to comprehend the power of laws and artistic conceptions.
This also makes the kung fu of the goblin clan infinitely changeable, making it impossible to guard against.
"Holy pattern - the sword of the wind!"
In an instant, Lan Xing's sword disappeared into the wind. At that moment, the endless wind between heaven and earth was Lan Xing's sword, which was everywhere and hard to guard against.
"Clang clang!"
Suddenly, an unknown number of swords fell on the epee of the barbarian man, causing his sword to almost fall out of his hand.
The true essence flow was shot out wantonly, the red-haired man was shocked, and his figure retreated violently.
However, Lan Xing's sword was like a tarsal maggot, and he couldn't dodge it at all.
The big red-haired man shouted violently, about to use his last trick, but at this moment, three sword lights crossed and pierced.
"Puff puff!"
The big red-haired man let out a miserable cry, and flew backwards, with three blood holes in his body, and fell heavily on the ground, blood staining a large rock.
"Not dead? It's your fate!" Lan Xing dismissed the half-dead red-haired man.
The whole audience was stunned, the battle lasted only five breaths, and the winner was already divided!
Under the stands, several barbarians rushed up and quickly lifted the big red-haired man down.
"Blue Star's three-game winning streak!" the black-clothed referee announced.
"Three victories in a row, one year of retreat, one shot is three consecutive victories, this blue star definitely has the strength of the four-winged demon, judging from his age, he is only in his twenties, and he still has enough time, if he can live forever , it is not difficult to hit the third floor!"
"Another new star came out, but speaking of it, there are countless new stars that have appeared in Tongyao Pagoda over the years, but there are only a few who can really reach the ten-winged demon."
"Well, the higher you go, the harder it is."
The players were discussing that after the three-game winning streak, Blue Star ended.
According to the customs of the Tongyao Pagoda, the average warrior will not fight more than three times in a row. After continuous high-intensity battles, the physical strength and essence will be consumed. Unless the strength is too strong, there will be five or ten consecutive battles. .
"Next, is there anyone else who wants to play?" On the ring, the referee in black said loudly.
As his words fell, the dwarf cloak stood up with a smile on his face, looked at Lin Ming, and narrowed his eyes.
"Little brother, let's go together."
The sound transmission of true essence from the dwarf cloak rang in Lin Ming's ears.
"This guy is really cowardly." Lin Ming was disdainful in his heart. The other party was obviously afraid that he would not follow up and be preempted by others, and he didn't have any confidence at all.
Lin Ming jumped onto the stage.
The dwarf cloak followed closely behind.
"It's the Black Rat, this guy is really worthless, and he's here to bully the newcomer again." Someone in the stands recognized the dwarf cloaked man at a glance, and the title of the Black Rat was well-deserved.
"Hey, don't tell me, Black Rat's trick is still very useful. He is almost a four-winged demon now, and he will win twenty consecutive victories soon."
"Haha, he is probably the weakest four-winged demon!"
"Don't underestimate the black mouse, this guy still has some skills, but he is too timid. If you want me to say that these newcomers are stupid, I know the newcomers on the stage. A few days ago, he exploded on the first floor. Such a young recruit , high-minded and arrogant, full of vigor, always thinking how strong his own strength is, not knowing how deep the water in Tongyao Pagoda is, sooner or later he will suffer."
"Well, look at Lan Xing, he also exploded on the first floor, but he was able to retreat and practice for a year on the second floor. Compared with Lan Xing, she is indeed a bit impetuous... "
Few people are optimistic about Lin Ming. Although Lin Ming's natural talent is extremely high, a newcomer is a newcomer. He is not old enough to cultivate, and he is still under-developed. In Tongyao Pagoda, those who don't know how to be steady and who are too reckless are the most likely to die.
"Hey, little guy, don't be nervous, I'm very light." The dwarf cloaked his hands together and kept rubbing them, looking up and down at Lin Ming, looking at his small black eyes, and those The wrinkled black skin is really like a mouse spirit that has lived for a long time.
Lin Ming pulled out the Zixuan Spear calmly, and on the tip of the spear, there was a flash of thunder.
His gaze was fixed on the shoulder of the dwarf cloaked man, where there was a very clear tattoo of the demon. The tattoo of the demon had two pairs of wings, but the second pair was blurred compared to the first pair.
"The tattoo of the Four-Winged Sky Demon... he has more than ten times more evil energy than mine, and plundering it can save me a lot of energy."
When the black mouse regarded Lin Ming as its prey, Lin Ming was also thinking about the black mouse.
"Game start!"
The referee gave an order, and the black mouse pulled out two curved moon blade short knives from the Sumeru ring, "Little guy, just relax, my attack doesn't hurt at all."
The black mouse chuckled, and suddenly a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, breaking the soul domain!
"Ho!"
The surrounding environment changed suddenly, and the evil spirit dispersed on the ring, as if it had turned into a battlefield of Shura. The surrounding audience seemed to hear endless howls of ghosts and wolves for a moment, and fell into an illusion.
"Broken Soul Realm, the Black Rat's ultimate move, after one strike, it will wipe out all the souls within a radius of ten feet. Those who get hit will become idiots at least, or die directly at worst. This guy is planning to take the life of the newcomer. Ah."
"Well, although the new entrant's cultivation level is not high, his talent is too terrifying. He can explode on the first floor in the early stage of Xianyao. Most likely, the black rat doesn't want to cause any trouble."
"Haha, another young talent has died in human beings, so hurry up!"
There were too many Yaocai who fell in Tongyao Pagoda, not many Lin Ming, maybe as long as Mingyao, they will forget Lin Ming's face.
While everyone in the stands was discussing, Lin Ming stood motionless in the center of the ring without any reaction.
"Boy, if you want to blame, you can only blame your innate talent. I was forced to be helpless. Don't blame me for being a ghost." It cut Lin Ming's throat.
And at this moment, Lin Ming's eyes suddenly flashed a brilliant light, and the Zixuan Spear in his hand was pulled out like a whip!
"Whoosh!"
"what?"
The Black Mouse was shocked. He thought that even if Lin Ming didn't have his soul annihilated, he would have fallen into a spiritual illusion and let himself be slaughtered. He never thought that Lin Ming could strike back.
"Soul Breaking Knife!"
The black mouse raised the knife obliquely, contained all the soul attacks on the blade, and chopped it on the barrel of the Zixuan gun.
"Snapped!"
The scimitar was released from his hand, and the black mouse was sent flying by Lin Ming like a polo ball!
At the same time, the black rat's soul attack spread into Lin Ming's spiritual sea along the Zixuan spear, like rolling thunder, menacing!
However, in just a split second, this soul attack was submerged in the vast vortex of reincarnation martial intent, without even arousing any waves.
Lin Ming had long known that Black Rat was good at soul attacks. Back then, Black Rat made everyone in the Warrior Service Center faint instantly because of soul attacks.