The wolf's head roared ferociously, and the simulated weather environment called 'Sword Hell' in this game only added to the wolf's head's sense of terror.
The 'Sword Hell' is even more terrifying than the 'Frost and Snow Sword Realm', with swords flying and flames billowing, it's a scene of purgatory on earth.
"It's over!" Mace's 'Wolf Dance' is his signature martial skill, which is several times more powerful than 'Wolf Dance', and this weather environment is so familiar, it reminds me of the experience of being thrown into the Blade Storm that day. , Wang Dong's face suddenly became horrified, and he turned around quickly to avoid its sharp edge.
"What are you hiding from?" Daohun suddenly said, giving up Wang Dong's idea of escape: "Fight him head-on!"
"This..." Although Wang Dong had great trust in the sword soul, he still felt uncertain after hearing the sword soul's words. Despite this, Wang Dong still followed the sword soul's request, raised the remaining sword high, and struck the sword four times with his heart. Hitting the wolf's head hard.
when!
After a metallic explosion, the mace staggered, and Wang Dong's body flew straight out of the ring like a shell.
"One blow determines the outcome! Well done with the mace!"
"Now I finally got my money back, and it is indeed the mace I was optimistic about!"
"Do you want to beat me out again?" While everyone in the stands was talking, Wang Dong's body had already flown to the edge of the ring. This scene was so similar to the day when he was knocked out of Blade Storm that Wang Dong was Wang Dong felt like he was going through that experience all over again, but this time, Wang Dong didn't want to sit still and wait for death.
The experience in the Temple Stairs and Blade Storm made Wang Dong perfect at walking on blades. When everyone thought that Wang Dong was going to fall off the ring and lose the game, Wang Dong turned around and tiptoed lightly. Point, and landed steadily on a long knife that was flying rapidly.
With the support of the flying knives, Wang Dong jumped continuously among the swords flying in the sky and returned to the ring.
"Oh my god, what kind of movement technique is this? You can actually walk freely on flying knives!"
"In this way, not only did Wang Dong not fall out, but he actually acted condescendingly when facing the mace!"
The thirteen sect disciples in the stands suddenly burst into an uproar. Wang Dong's astonishing move was far beyond their imagination. The thin blade of the blade actually became Wang Dong's pedal. This made Wang Dong not only fail to retreat, but also took over. Taking the initiative in position.
Seeing Wang Dong galloping in the air, the thirteen disciples who had already stood up and prepared to cheer for Mace's victory suddenly froze in place with dejected faces. Dozens of people rushed to Wan Shitong's gambling house to redeem their rewards. The disciples also shook their heads helplessly and sighed.
"Fu Hai, what you said is right..." Seeing Wang Dong's actions, Gui Hai's concerned expression relaxed. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Using the environment and adapting to the environment are indeed the essence. The difference is that only by using the environment can the environment become a boost in battle."
"Master is so complimentary, this disciple was just sighing for a moment..." Venerable Fuhai grinned. He looked up at Wang Dong on the field intently, nodding from time to time.
"Hey, little mouse, you want to be a flying mouse? No... you want to be a bat?" Seeing Wang Dong return to the ring, Mace grinned: "Interesting, let's see how my big eagle hunts you, a little bat!"
As soon as Mace finished speaking, he raised his big stick and jumped up. His feet also landed on a rapidly flying long sword. He jumped three times and then chased Wang Dong. Unfortunately, Mace did not Without Wang Dong's experience, his body was not stable. After a few jumps, the mace helplessly fell back to the ring and tried again.
"Eh!" Seeing the mace fall back into the ring, Wang Dong's eyes suddenly brightened up. The fact that the mace could not stand firmly on the tip of the blade seemed to Wang Dong to be his only advantage!
Wang Dong did not hesitate, jumped three times in a row, jumped on a long knife that flew straight towards the mace, raised the remaining knife high, and shot directly with a four-fold knife strike.
when!
Mace didn't think that the sword of the sixth-level martial artist could explode with much power. He raised the giant stick and casually blocked Wang Dong's attack. Unexpectedly, the sword was so violent. The mace was not mentally prepared. He was actually knocked back three steps.
Wang Dong succeeded in the attack, and immediately jumped up and climbed far into the sky on the blade, avoiding the attack range of the mace.
"Little mouse, I'm angry!" The mace was thwarted, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce look. Without saying a word, he raised the stick again and jumped on the flying sword, but the result was still no surprise, even if the mace Bang has extremely flexible body skills, but he still fell from the flying sword.
As soon as the mace fell to the ground, before he could stand still, Wang Dong found the right opportunity to jump down again, and slashed out with a quadruple knife, catching the mace off guard.
"Ah! Ah!" Mace shouted several times angrily and angrily. He raised the giant stick and pointed it at Wang Dong floating in the sky, and said loudly: "Little mouse, what kind of hero is he hiding in the sky? Plant it and challenge me!"
"Mace, how can you stand in the ring? If you have the guts, come up and challenge me head-on!" Wang Dong responded while jumping between flying knives and swords.
This is the only advantage against Mace. Wang Dong decided to make good use of this advantage. Whether it was force or combat experience, Wang Dong was not sure of defeating Mace, but with this advantage, he could compete with Mace. Just like what the sword soul said, use guerrilla methods to defeat the mace.
"Watch me wear down your fighting power!" Wang Dong stood on the flying sword and began to attack the mace again and again.
The mace had no power but nowhere to vent it. He originally suppressed Wang Dong with a one-sided advantage, but now he was being played around by Wang Dong. This made him roar in anger, but he was unable to do anything to Wang Dong.
Not only that, Mace became more and more wary of Wang Dong's weird sword skills. He knew that he had the same strength as an ordinary warrior, but the power of Wang Dong's blow was not inferior to that of an ordinary warrior. This made him Mace started to panic.
The more panicked he became, the more flaws the mace revealed. Wang Dong did not miss every flaw exposed by the mace. The Heart Quadruple Knife always came when the mace's defense was weakest, making the mace vulnerable. He beats his head with a stick and stamps his feet, almost going crazy.
"The Demonic Wolf Dances!" After being mercilessly harassed by Wang Dong, the veins on the mace's forehead jumped as he swung the giant stick and turned his attack target to the swords flying in the sky.
Since the reason why Wang Dong can't be helped is the swords in the sky, Mace decided to destroy all these swords, let Wang Dong fall back into the ring, become his meal, and then vent all his suppressed and aggrieved anger to Wang Dong's body.
The huge wolf head appeared with the cry of the mace, and directly opened its mouth to bite the flying swords all over the sky. After Wang Dong noticed the intention of the mace, he immediately swung several quadruple knives to saturate the mace. attack.
The mace clenched his teeth, guarding against Wang Dong's attack while destroying the swords flying in the sky. Wang Dong focused on attacking the mace. After a cup of tea, the mace withstood No longer in this state, he turned to concentrate on fighting against Wang Dong.
"Little mouse, I beg you, get off here!" Mace looked at Wang Dong with scarlet eyes. Whenever Wang Dong attacked, he would raise the giant stick and use the Demonic Wolf Dance, but The long battle consumed a lot of his soul and physical strength, and his body also suffered a lot of pain from Wang Dong's offensive, which made him find it increasingly difficult to resist Wang Dong's sword skills.
"Come down, I beg you, please come down..." The mace became more and more difficult to hit. This aggrieved feeling actually made this fierce man cry. The situation of having no power but no way to vent it made the mace The hysteria grew.
The thirteen sect disciples in the stands fell silent. There were no more exclamations and uproar. In their field of vision, Wang Dong was wearing away the mace bit by bit, creating advantages for himself bit by bit. No one was interested. I can believe that it was Wang Dong's patient and cautious accumulation that slowly tipped the balance of the game.
Everyone knows that if the two of them fight hard in the ring, Wang Dong will most likely lose. But Wang Dong just created a glimmer of hope for himself from that only advantage, and then slowly used this advantage to win. Accumulate the weight to win.
So in the end, when Wang Dong came down from the ring and used his three consecutive swords to attack the mace, no one showed any surprise.
The mace has been tortured by Wang Dong to the point of breaking out. Even if Wang Dong returns to the ring and is sent in front of the mace, the mace no longer has the ability to fight back violently and wildly, and can only block Wang Dong's attacks again and again. In the process, he retreated awkwardly.
Until Wang Dong hit the quadruple sword with his heart and knocked the mace back, and fell off the ring, all the disciples of the thirteen sects still didn't make a single sound. They looked at Wang Dong, the only one standing on the field, with expressions on their faces. They were all expressions of shock and fear.
Drops of water can penetrate rocks, and wire saws can break wood. A subtle environmental advantage has become Wang Dong's glimmer of hope for victory, and Wang Dong clings to this glimmer of hope, like a small ant nest, and just disintegrates the mace. This embankment of a thousand miles.
"Does this... win?" Seeing the mace knocked off the ring by Wang Dong, Venerable Fuhai looked stunned. Wang Dong's persistent and cautious posture was still replayed in his mind, silent but positive. Replying to his horror.
"Okay, very good. I didn't expect that Dong'er could take our Guihai Sect so far. It's really good..." Sect Master Guihai relaxed his straight body. In order to alleviate the surprise and shock Wang Dong brought to him, Sect Master Guihai He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
The long-bearded elder, who had been watching the situation on the stage with his eyes slightly squinted, slightly curved the corners of his mouth, stroking his beard and nodding with satisfaction.
Mace stood in shock under the ring, motionless. He still refused to accept the fact that he lost to Wang Dong. He couldn't believe it. A few days ago, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back. Wang Dong, who was so powerful, his martial arts improved so rapidly. He only gave Wang Dong a small opportunity, and he broke out of the ground and became a butterfly!
"What kind of sword technique is that..." After being stunned for a long time under the ring, he felt something hot flowing from the corner of his eyes. The mace tremblingly muttered to himself, and he looked up with a look of horror on his face. Wang Dong on the ring shook uncontrollably.
Seeing Wang Dong's figure, Mace felt an inexplicable fear. That fear came from Wang Dong's forbearance and persistence. The battle with Wang Dong made Mace feel like a dog being boiled in warm water. The frog was slowly losing his fighting strength, and finally helplessly watched himself fall into the abyss of failure. It was a feeling of powerlessness as if punched on cotton, giving him a chill down his spine.
When the figure of the mace disappeared from the ring, everyone recovered from the shock. This was the most incredible battle they had ever seen. Wang Dong's persistence and consumption of the mace actually gave them a A sense of cruelty. The eyes of many disciples of the Thirteen Sects actually became wet.
Even Wan Shitong, who opened the gambling house, forgot to count how much he earned in this game. In his eyes, Wang Dong was no longer a cash cow, but like a spokesman for cultivators in a low-level realm, using his tenacity to And persistence proves that nothing is invincible.
After the victory, Wang Dong didn't feel anything special except for luck. He ran the Guihai Jue on the ring to restore his soul power, and then waved to the naughty boy sitting in front of the stone slab.
The final match began as Naughty jumped into the ring.
(End of chapter)