"Someone has lost in a row again, this is the first few. ”

"Plus Yun Ping and Pei Shaoxuan are already ten, these guys who played today are too strong. ”

"yes, we've figured out all the way, damn it, it's going to be very difficult to win sixty games like this. ”

As the gladiatorial battles continued, except for some warriors who still had their hole cards unplayed, most of the other leaders from all over the world had tragic endings.

They didn't win even ten victories, and some even lost one defeat after another, losing eighteen games in a row.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more frightening.

The gray-robed old man said expressionlessly: "Fifty-six, the wind is sorrowful." ”

Dingfeng Chou swayed slightly, and his figure floated to the gladiatorial arena, and arched his hand to the Quartet: "Tianjian Gate Dingfeng Chou, give advice to you." ”

"Dingfeng Chou has finally come up, don't be defeated, I have pressed fifty or sixty thousand intermediate spirit stones on him. ”

"Me too, don't be like Pei Shaoxuan, otherwise you won't be able to cry. ”

"It shouldn't be, the Heavenly Gate Imperial Sword Technique, there is no obvious certainty, not to mention that he has mastered the skill of using qi as a sword. ”

Seeing Dingfeng's appearance, there was a large area of discussion in the audience, after all, there were too many people betting on him than Pei Shaoxuan.

Bang!

A middle-aged warrior wearing battle armor landed steadily on the ground, opened his hand, and suddenly flew out three palm-sized tower shields and danced quickly around his body.

"Mo Yan, come and learn your Excellency's tricks. ”

Ding Feng looked at the three small tower shields, frowned slightly, and looked at the breath on the shield, which seemed to be a medium-grade defensive secret treasure.

Use qi as a sword!

Tempting it first, Ding Feng chou snorted softly, and eighteen qi swords appeared out of thin air behind him, and he pointed forward with his fingers together.

Jingle Bell!

A ping-pong sound sounded, and the three slap shields kept flying up and down, left and right, blocking all the sword qi at a distance of one meter from Mo Yan's body.

Dingfeng's expression was slightly gloomy, 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 flies from, above, left, right, or around the corner, it can block the incomparable air sword at the last moment.

"Since I can't find a gap, then make a gap for me, use qi as a sword, and!"

The surging sword intent rushed straight into the sky from Dingfeng's sorrowful body, and there seemed to be countless sword sounds in the air, bringing gusts of wind and dancing wildly.

Eighteen qi swords, harmonious and one, stabbed straight towards Mo Yan.

Bang Bang!

Mo Yan's heart moved, and one of the palm-sized tower shields instantly became more than two meters high and more than one meter wide, covering his entire body.

The qi sword stabbed on the tower shield, and when it sounded, sparks shot out in all directions, and the surging sword intent was stirred.

Mo Yan, who was one meter behind the tower shield, had his hands sealed, the expression on his face was very uneasy, and the soles of his feet were firmly grasped on the ground.

Whew!

The sword intent was immense, like a river rushing, attached to the air sword, and Ding Fengchou commanded the air sword over and over again, slamming towards the tower shield.

Each impact stirred up a fierce wind in the air, and the sword roared in the wind, whining.

That powerful sword intent, like substance, seemed to want to invade Mo Yan's body as the wind wanted to merge.

But they were blocked by two other palm-sized shields.

"It's a little interesting, isn't it broken? Killing artistic conception, fusion!"

Dingfeng snorted coldly, and the qi sword suddenly turned bright red, and the aura of killing quickly spread throughout the field.

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and the momentum of the whole person was raised to a higher level again.

Bang!

The blood-red qi sword stabbed fiercely at the tower shield, and a loud bang came, and Mo Yan was directly knocked away by the shield a hundred meters.

Rumble!

After landing, the power on the sword body was transmitted to the ground, and a huge pit suddenly exploded, although Mo Yan's face was pale, it was still no big deal.

Gao Yangyu looked at all this, and said with a faint smile: "It's useless, the general intermediate secret treasure really can't block your sword, but with the Mo family's special secret technique, it will be difficult to break it." ”

Looking at the battlefield that was stuck in a stalemate, many spectators outside the stadium began to lift their hearts.

Even the drums, which usually sounded extremely exciting, felt extremely irritated at the moment.

Bang bang bang!

Dingfeng was worried about all kinds of killing moves, one by one, Mo Yan, who was fighting like a storm, kept retreating, and the terrifying sword intent permeated the field.

The power of each sword has increased by more than two percent, but Mo Yan is like a turtle defending to the death.

The three shields danced up and down, changing back and forth between the sizes, blocking the killing moves of the wind one by one.

Click!

The long sword was returned to the sheath, Dingfeng chou kicked slightly, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and sighed: "That's it, you go down, this game is a draw." ”

He has been attacking for two hours in a row, but the opponent's defense is really amazing, and if he continues to grind like this, his vitality will be consumed too much, and he will have to give up the next seventeen battles.

I had no choice but to choose a draw, this person was caught against his swordsmanship, and it was really difficult to deal with.

Hahahaha!

On the top of the tower, Gao Yangyu laughed extremely heartily, and after saying this, he once again entered more than six million intermediate spirit stones.

"Congratulations to the City Lord, six million mid-grade spirit stones have been credited again. Several old men stood up and congratulated.

The smile on Gao Yangyu's face couldn't stop being happy, and he said in high spirits: "The next one is a winning streak, it seems to be Jiang Zimo, what is his betting amount." ”

"It's less than Dingfeng Sorrow, but it's three million. ”

Gao Yangyu said in a deep voice: "Wuxiang Divine Skill, it is indeed a bit difficult to deal with, but it should be no problem to spend more resources on wheel warfare." ”

The winning streak ended in Dingfengchou, but the next seventeen games ended in a complete victory, with a total of 63 victories.

In this way, no matter what the outcome of the battle tomorrow and the day after tomorrow is, the qualification for the appearance of this first round, Dingfeng Chou is the first to get it.

The audience on the field felt pity, if the first game was not a draw, he would probably be the one who broke the 60-game winning streak.

The shouting and scolding in the field was even more sensational than the last time Pei Shaoxuan was defeated, because there were too many people who bought the wind and sorrow.

As a result, he didn't even get 50 consecutive wins, and fell directly on top of 47 games, so that the bettors can be said to have lost all their money.

Ding Fengchou said when he passed by Jiang Zimo's side: "Sixty consecutive victories, it's up to you, the endurance of your Phaseless Divine Skill is enough to make you laugh proudly." ”

Jiang Zimo shook his head and said with a smile: "It's difficult, I have no magic skills, victory is lasting, and defeat is also lasting." ”

After a few gladiatorial battles, Jiang Zimo Shi Ran appeared on the stage, and his first opponent was a hundred-year-old man with extremely deep vitality.

Jiang Zimo sensed this person's breath, and his heart sank slightly, his biggest advantage was that each palm could have ten percent of the power, but only one percent of the consumption.

Therefore, ordinary people, against him, if they go all out, it will not be a small moment, and they will be dragged out by him, but he himself is still full of vitality.

This is the weirdness of the Phaseless Divine Skill, one of the only three Heavenly Rank Primary Exercises in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

But when you meet this old man who doesn't know how long he has lived, it will be troublesome.

After a long period of tempering, the other party may be bad at everything, but it will never be bad.

Bang bang bang!

After saluting, the two immediately fought together, and they fought hard, you come and go, and I am afraid to do it with all my might.

The strong vitality is stirring in the field, and every time the palm wind collides, it will explode huge deep pits in the gladiatorial arena.

The violent roar was endless, and even the sound of the monstrous war drums was completely suppressed.

The two of them fought tirelessly like this, and the power of the two sides was equal, and the competition was who consumed the vitality first.

After a thousand moves, the huge gladiatorial arena was shattered by the aftermath of the battle between the two, and there was no intact place.

The old man's face gradually turned pale, and his strength was a little weak.

And Jiang Zimo, but his face was still not red or panting, and he couldn't see the slightest change, and the air of the palm wind shook buzzing, and his power did not weaken in the slightest.

Bang!

The two of them slapped each other again, but this time it was not equal, the old man was directly shocked and retreated dozens of steps, and Jiang Zimo took three steps back slightly.

"Can't you hold it up, come again!"

Jiang Zimo smiled lightly, flew forward, and printed a palm towards the old man's chest.

The palm wind is still sharp, and the power has not diminished in the slightest, and the old man was directly slapped with one palm and vomited blood.

The second game continued, and as a result, there was another old man who was over 100 years old, Jiang Zimo smiled bitterly, and after a thousand moves of fighting with him.

The opponent's vitality 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 one on the field was still an old man over 100 years old, with a deep and long breath, and at a glance he knew that he was the kind of martial artist with extremely mellow vitality.

Jiang Zimo fought with him again for more than a thousand moves, but the opponent's vitality couldn't keep up, and he was defeated by Jiang Zimo again.

The fourth game continued, and it was still an old man over 100 years old.

Jiang Zimo looked at the relaxed face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was depressed to the extreme.

Although he had long expected that the other party would find a lot of martial artists with deep vitality to engage in wheel battles with him.

But Jiang Zimo really didn't expect that Gao Yangyu would be so disgusting, and he was looking for all the old guys who were over 100 years old, and it would take thousands of moves to get out of the way every time he fought.

No matter how powerful the Wuxiang magic is, you have to be tired to death if you continue like this.

Waving his hand a little helplessly, Jiang Zimo said: "You go down, I admit defeat this time." ”

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Thank you Xiaoyou, a handful of old bones, playing thousands of tricks is more difficult than you young people." ”

Forty-nine consecutive wins, Jiang Zimo did not win more than fifty consecutive games after all, and a wail sounded on the field again.

As long as 50 games have passed, the bettor will get a little money.

However, the magnification is just a little smaller, 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 the last hope was once again ignited in everyone's hearts, Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo are equally famous, maybe she can get fifty games, or even sixty consecutive victories.