A spear hung in the empty space next to Qin Mo's left arm, and the "gun brake" maintained the posture of a stabbing gun, but his majestic body was motionless, and his life passed quickly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the opposite side, Qin Mo was holding a short sword, and a wisp of blood dripped from the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

This scene fell in the eyes of countless spectators, which was particularly dazzling.

A pair of eyes widened, and people could not accept the fact that the "gun brake" that had won 98 consecutive victories was actually defeated and was blocked by a sword.

On the stage, Qin Mo waved his short sword, and the sword body slapped on the "gun", knocking it down from the high platform and falling to the ground, but there was no sound, and he was already dead.

The result of this sword did not surprise him, it is true that the combat power of the "Gun Brake" is very strong, and the cultivation of the eighth stage of the Grandmaster, mastering at least forty percent of the "Gun Gang", and cultivating the ground-level gun skills, can be called a perverted powerhouse in the Grandmaster Realm.

However, the combat power of such an opponent is not even comparable to the semi-finals of the Eagle Falcon Wing Trial.

In the Eastern Lie Battle City, when Qin Mo was still at the peak of the Innate Ninth Rank, he would be able to defeat such an opponent, let alone now.

However, feeling the almost sluggish gaze of the crowd watching the battle, Qin Mo frowned secretly, and said in his heart that he was really a little reckless.

The purpose of his coming to the "Hell Terrace" was to obtain that place, and if he killed an opponent who had won 98 consecutive victories with such a sword, wouldn't it be troublesome if there was no one behind him to come to the stage?

With a turn of his gaze, Qin Mo noticed that in the crowd, a pair of eyes were staring at him, and many people's faces were full of disbelief, doubt, and jealousy.

Especially Shang Tonglan's pretty face was even colder, full of disdain and shame.

Seeing this scene, Qin Mo's heart moved, and he immediately understood, many people must have felt that after ninety-eight consecutive victories, the "gun brake" was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it was just holding on.

And his challenge to come to power was to pick up a big bargain and kill the "gun" with a sword, which not only won a rich reward, but also won fame.

In the eyes of many people, this is really a **** luck, a **** luck of fame and fortune!

But it was picked up by a nobody in the innate realm.

Such a result made the crowd both envious and jealous, and many people were even more murderous, eager to rush directly to the stage, defeat Qin Mo in one fell swoop, and bombard him into slag.

Taking in the reactions of the surrounding crowd one by one, Qin Mo immediately turned around, looked at the referee on the edge of the [Treasure Table], and asked, "I defeated the 'Gun Brake', and now I should be able to get half of his winning streak, right?"

Hearing Qin Mo ask like this, many people in the audience couldn't help but be anxious, this garbage who had taken **** luck, and wanted to leave if he won?

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting and swearing in the crowd, and a wave of vicious curses rang out.

However, the crowd scolded and scolded, but it was also helpless, because [Treasure Deck] would not force the players to fight continuously.

On the edge of the high platform, the referee's face also changed, he didn't expect the result of this battle to be like this.

"Chicken feathers, don't you want to fight in a streak? If you choose to fight in a streak, you can inherit half of the streak of 'Gun Brake'. ”

The referee said quickly, of course he didn't want Qin Mo to leave like this, and then took matters into his own hands and announced the decision.

Admittedly, there is no such rule on the [Treasure Table], but it has won the unanimous consent of the crowd.

"Half of the ninety-eight winning streak? Forty-nine in a winning streak?"

Qin Mo was overjoyed in his heart, and after confirming that it was correct, he immediately nodded: "Okay then, I'll choose Lian Zhan!"

The voice fell-

There was already a figure flying up from the audience, this was a martial artist at the peak of the innate ninth stage, he had been waiting, Qin Mo's words had not yet been finished, this person had already rushed out first, and was the first to jump onto the stage.

This scene provoked many martial artists who were a step slower to abuse, and they were all scolding the innate martial artists for really taking advantage of loopholes.

Immediately, Qin Mo's second battle in the [Treasure Terrace] began, and in this battle, he was very careful to control his strength, suppressing his cultivation at the peak of his innate nature, and fighting with his opponent inseparably.

In this battle, it was not until a hundred rounds outside that the winner was decided.

The result of this battle confirmed that countless spectators confirmed that the combat power of chicken feathers in one place was not enough. Although he hides his strength, he is only the cultivation of the early stage of the grandmaster, and it is impossible to be the opponent of the "gunfire" at all.

was able to defeat the "gun brake", really taking advantage of the opponent's strong crossbow at the end of the crossbow to pick up a big bargain.

As for the domineering gunpower of the "gun" before death, it was automatically ignored by the crowd.

In the eyes of many people, that shot was just a show, otherwise, how could a congenital strong man be killed with a sword.

Subsequently, in the third battle, he was snatched up to power by a strong man in the early stage of the grandmaster, and fought with Qin Mo for three hundred rounds, and was defeated by the latter.

In the fourth battle, the opponent was still a martial artist in the early stage of the grandmaster, but he was caught by Qin Mo in the four hundred rounds and killed with a sword.

Fifth Battle ......

Sixth Battle ......

The ...... of the Seventh Battle

When Qin Mo fought with a strong man in the middle stage of the Grandmaster, and fought fiercely until four hundred rounds, Qin Mo sold a flaw and defeated the opponent with a tricky sword move.

At this time, the surrounding crowd began to feel that something was wrong, why was this shit-walking garbage able to hold on to the eighth battle?

Many people had similar thoughts in their minds, but seeing Qin Mo holding his sword in both hands, his body trembling slightly, and a deliberately suppressed wheezing sound seemed to come from under the mask, this thought was immediately snuffed out in people's minds.

This chicken feather is already the end of the strong crossbow!

This determined guess took shape in the minds of countless people, quickly replacing the previous doubts.

The crowd will be so determined, but it is really because of the defeat of the previous "gunfire", which has brought a great impact to people.

At this time, there is only one thought in the minds of many people, which is to defeat and kill this chicken feather, and let this **** garbage fall from the high platform.

Immediately after, the ninth, tenth, and eleventh battles...... , The crowd saw that Qin Mo's sword moves on the high platform were getting more and more messy, and his footwork was getting slower and slower, and when it came to the twelfth battle, it was a fierce battle of six hundred rounds, Qin Mo seemed to be about to fall, but he was lucky to stab out a sword and defeat the opponent.

At this moment, it was past noon, and the sun shone on the high platform, stretching Qin Mo's shadow, which swayed, as if it might fall at any time.

However, Qin Mo still held his sword in both hands and struggled to stand firm.

This chicken feather is still undefeated!

Seeing this scene, the eyes of countless people in the audience were red, and many people had just bet that Qin Mo would lose, and this chicken feather on the stage was still standing.

Now, in the crowd watching the battle, some people with good eyesight are also convinced that the real combat power of a chicken feather is not as weak as it seemed at the beginning. However, these people do not think that chicken feathers can defeat the "gunfire" in their heyday.

Fighting to twelve in a row, chicken feathers should have been the end of the strong crossbow a long time ago, but in several fierce battles, he relied on good luck to defeat the opponent, which was really **** luck.

In the crowd, Shang Tonglan's pretty face, from the morning to now, her face has become more and more cold, and she is angry in her heart.

In her eyes, this chicken feather is a clown who jumps off the beam at all, and she should not be able to survive three battles, but by luck, she has won twelve games in a row.

Thinking of her evaluation of chicken feathers in the morning, now, this clown who jumped off the beam is still standing on the stage, Shang Tonglan's mood is terrible.

With a turn of her beautiful eyes, Shang Tonglan looked at the "Flower Protectors" around her, pursed her lips and smiled: "I know what you think in your hearts, defeating a strong crossbow is not capable at all. But do you want to watch this beam-jumping clown take away the reward of more than fifty consecutive wins for nothing?"

These words clearly reached the ears of the surrounding crowd, making many people's eyes red, and there was no doubt that Shang Tonglan's words reached their hearts.

Bang!

A brocade-robed young man burst out with true flames, and streams of true flames were like pythons, hovering around him, supporting his body, and swept towards the high platform.

The aura of this power burst out like a thunderclap, smashing on the top of the crowd, blowing people's hair and dancing wildly.

In the crowd, some people exclaimed, recognizing the origin of this brocade-robed young man, who was the best of Shang Tonglan's "flower messengers".

In terms of cultivation and combat power, this brocade-robed young man is not inferior to the "gun", and it is precisely because of this that when the "gun" won ninety-eight consecutive victories, this person did not make a move, precisely considering that the "gun" may be the end of the crossbow.

Seeing this, Shang Tonglan's delicate and full red lips outlined a smug smile, and she couldn't wait to see the scene of this chicken feather being bombarded on the spot.

At this moment, Shang Tonglan suddenly saw that the chicken feathers on the stage turned her head and glanced at her.

The eyes under the shabby mask were tinged with a faint sneer and indifference, like a basin of ice water empowerment, which made her feel cold everywhere.

The next moment, when the brocade-robed young man stood still on the high platform, he was holding his head high and looking at his opponent proudly. Qin Mo moved, raised his right arm, raised the short sword, and slowly stabbed out a sword.

This sword, however, was like a giant mountain covering the pressure, and it fell on the [Treasure Table] with a bang.