If Guo Yue was just an ordinary eight-rank martial artist, he wouldn't make others so desperate.

Because after learning the news of the birth of a divine soldier, the masters of the entire Suzhou and Hangzhou and even the surrounding provinces and cities also rushed over, and many of them were strong in the eight-rank realm.

However, Guo Yue just practiced the Shaolin "Golden Bell Jar" magic skill!

The golden bell jar is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin and is known as the strongest defense.

Once completed, the bones of the chest and back are all merged and put together, like a natural piece, not to mention the fists and feet, even the sword is difficult to damage, and the skin will show a metallic luster, which can be seen at a glance.

If you practice to the extreme, then King Kong is not bad, all poisons are not invaded, there is no need to use force, and the world is invincible!

And now, this Guo Yue's exposed arm is pale gold, which is enough to prove that he has cultivated the Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill to the Dacheng realm.

Unless it is a nine-rank martial artist who uses absolutely overwhelming power, it is not easy for a fellow realm martial artist to take the stage, let alone defeat him, and even cause damage to him.

At this moment, another sneer came from the audience: "Hmph...... Although the golden bell jar is strong, it may not be an invincible miracle, the old man will meet you!"

The next moment, an old man's figure skyrocketed and swept to the ring.

I saw that he was dressed in black, about sixty years old, full of silver hair, but there were no wrinkles on his face, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, his temples were bulging high, and his skills were extraordinary at a glance.

"Eagle Claw Gate, He Feihong, Eight-Rank Martial Artist, please advise!"

As soon as the words fell, some people around exclaimed: "Isn't this the head of the Eagle Claw Gate? It is rumored that he has a superb skill in the Eagle Claw Sect, which is enough to pierce the golden cracked stone, and if he goes down with one claw, he will either die or be injured!"

"Yes, Master He has advanced to the eighth-rank realm more than ten years ago, and now he is only one step away from the ninth-rank, maybe he can defeat Guo Yue!"

In my opinion, Guo Yue's golden bell jar is stronger!"

......

Just when everyone was talking, a small screen on their seats suddenly lit up on its own, and Ye Fan saw that many people were pressing up quickly on the screen, looking excited, and his eyes were even more excited.

However, because of the distance, Ye Fan couldn't see what was on the screen.

Puzzled, he opened his mouth and asked Chu Jingguo, "Grandpa Chu, what are those viewers doing now?"

As soon as these words came out, without waiting for Chu Jingguo to speak, Zhan Tiange on the side took the initiative to explain:

"Brother Ye, this is actually a bettor! In my underground ring, in addition to holding competitions and selling sects, the audience can also directly use their bank accounts to bet on the players they like!

People with unique vision can make a lot of money overnight, and of course there are people who make mistakes in judgment and lose their fortune! How about it, Brother Ye, are you interested in having fun?"

When Ye Fan heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

Although Chu Jingguo and Zhan Tiange both mistook him for someone in the ancient martial arts world, Ye Fan knew in his heart that he was just a little dick!

Now in his bank card, there are only a few tens of thousands of Huaxia coins left, which is still the one million thousand yuan that Chu Mengyao gave him before to buy medicinal materials!

However, this underground ring can definitely be regarded as a gold cave, and the audience who comes to bet will certainly win and lose, but as a behind-the-scenes dealer, Zhan Tiange can manipulate the odds, and he has long been invincible, only winning and not losing.

From this underground ring alone, he makes an astronomical amount of money every year.

And at this time, the battle in the ring officially began.

He Feihong of the Eagle Claw Gate, the five fingers of his right hand were held into eagle claws, and with the momentum of destroying and decaying, he grabbed Guo Yue's chest suddenly, as if he had condensed his lifelong martial arts will in this claw, full of momentum.

"Sting!"

For a while, the sound of breaking the sky was endless.

However, in the face of this claw that was enough to open his chest and pierce his abdomen, Guo Yue did not dodge or dodge, but the corners of his mouth outlined a strange arc upwards, and then he sank into the dantian, looked at the eagle claw that was close at hand, and suddenly let out an angry shout:

"Phew!"

The next moment, Guo Yue's body suddenly shone brightly, and a golden bell-like barrier appeared.

"Zheng!"

He Feihong's eagle claws struck Guo Yue's chest, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

Immediately afterwards, He Feihong only felt that above his right hand, there was a sudden force like a volcanic eruption, and he let out a miserable "ah", and retreated seven or eight steps in a row, until he retreated to the guardrail on the edge of the ring, and then he could be regarded as gaining a firm foothold.

The five fingers of his right hand hung down in a very distorted posture, and the bones of his right hand were broken inch by inch, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, requiring at least several months of cultivation.

On the other hand, Guo Yue, except for the clothes on his chest that were poked out of five finger holes, there was no damage on his body, and there was still a victor's smile on the corner of his mouth.

"How...... How is it possible?!, how can your golden bell jar be so strong?!" He Feihong exclaimed in disbelief.

How did he know that once the Golden Bell Jar was cultivated to the Dacheng realm, the magic was not only that it could be called invincible defense, but also that it could use the huge resonance shock to turn the enemy's attack into invisible energy, and then double the counterattack in a special way, and use the strength to injure the enemy!

In other words, as long as the enemy's attack is within the upper limit of the Golden Bell Jar's defense, the more lethal the enemy's moves, the greater the force of the shock.

After He Feihong's five fingers on his right hand were broken, he naturally had no strength to fight again, so he could only step down in disgrace.

For most of the next half an hour, there were several eight-rank martial artists, coveting the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, and they were unwilling to challenge on stage.

However, Guo Yue showed an invincible posture, like a Ming king who was as immobile as a mountain, standing still in place, but no one could cause him any harm.

For a while, many people in the venue retreated.

"This Guo Yue is really too powerful! Shaolin Golden Bell Jar, the strongest defensive magic skill, really deserves its name!" someone sighed.

"Unless there is a nine-rank powerhouse or a legendary grandmaster, no one in the field will be his opponent!"

"That's right! So it seems that the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword is in this Guo Yue's bag nine times out of ten!"

......

Just when everyone thought that Guo Yue would be the final winner, suddenly, there was a commotion in the underground ring.

More than a dozen black-clothed people in uniform with solemn expressions walked in from the outside, with a smell of blood on their bodies.

What's more, those black-clothed people all have mustaches and look like they are from the Japanese country.

In the midst of them, the stars surrounded a young man in his early twenties.

The man was wearing a traditional samurai uniform of the Japanese Kingdom, he looked handsome, and in his long, narrow and deep eyes, he looked at the world and stood out proudly!

And in his hand, he was holding a Tai Dao, and his aura was fierce, forming a sharp contrast with the heroic righteousness on the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword.

The young man held a sword in his hand, flew into the ring, and said in a loud voice in broken Huaxia language:

"It's a warrior of the Japanese kingdom - Kojiro Sato! I heard that a divine soldier was born here, and I came to ask for it!

You Huaxia martial arts are vulnerable! Huaxia martial artists are all ants! If you don't want to die, obediently hand over the divine soldiers, otherwise you will be killed and pulled to death!"

Saying that, Kojiro Sato smiled cruelly and made a throat-cutting motion to Guo Yue, arrogant to the extreme!

At this time, Guo Yue didn't say anything, and the audience in the venue was all excited, and scolded:

"Damn, a little widow dares to be arrogant on our territory in China, is it unbearable!"

"Guo Yue, I support you and beat that arrogant little guy to death!"

"That is, since you are standing in the ring, it means that you have signed a life and death certificate, and it is not a pity to die! Guo Daxia, let him learn and learn our Chinese magic skills!"

Hearing everyone's indignant voices, Guo Yue's face sank like water, and his face was extremely solemn.

When facing Kojiro Sato, he felt an unprecedented pressure, especially the sword in the opponent's hand, which even made him feel a hint of death.

But at this time, it is impossible for Guo Yue to regress.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, they shouted violently and roared angrily: "Little widow, come on, look at Grandpa Guo, I won't beat you to the point that you don't even know your own mother!"

Immediately after, the muscles on his body tensed, as if he was covered with a golden gauze, full of explosive power, as solid as gold.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Sato Kojiro's mouth emitted a grim smile, and the tyrannical killing intent on his body emerged, and the momentum of the whole person climbed to the extreme.

"Iai-draw the sword and slash!"

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A series of quick knife slashes were completed in an instant, and the ordinary audience only felt that it was dark in front of them, and they couldn't even see Sato Kojiro's figure clearly, only felt that a sword groan that resounded through the world sounded, like a wave of evil.

The next moment, Kojiro Sato returned to his original position and put the knife into the sheath.

The whole process before and after added up, and it was less than half a second, and ninety percent of the people in the field didn't know what was going on.

"Whew!"

At this moment, a neat and smooth red line appeared between Guo Yue's neck on the opposite side, and then the red blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing the earth.

"Peng!"

Guo Yue's head fell to the ground.

"Plop!"

Immediately afterwards, his burly golden bell jar body also fell to the ground with a bang, completely lifeless, and completely dead.

For a while, there was a dead silence in the venue, and the atmosphere instantly froze to the freezing point.

All the audience were dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Guo Yue, an invincible eight-rank martial artist before, was killed so easily?!

At this time, Kojiro Sato stepped forward step by step, kicking Guo Yue's head under the ring like kicking a ball, humiliating to the extreme.

But at this moment, in the face of Kojiro Sato, who was like a killing god, everyone held their breath and stared, and they didn't dare to come out, as if they were pressed on the seat by an invisible force, and they couldn't move.

Suddenly, Kojiro Sato raised his head sharply again, looked around, and arrogantly provoked:

"With all due respect, all of you here are scumbags! You sick men of East Asia are vulnerable!"