Seeing that the bald strong man relied on a swarthy stick, he used only one move to bombard the middle-aged martial artist who seemed to be experienced in actual combat.

The middle-aged martial artist has the strength of the late stage of blood condensation, which is no different from the bald strong man in the realm of cultivation, and the key is the suppression of explosive power.

"It's so explosive, I'm going to see if you can beat the soft sword in my hand. A young swordsman in a green shirt jumped onto the battlefield, looking confident.

"It seems that this person wants to break through with skill, and he is also a guy in the late stage of the sixth stage of blood condensation, but he doesn't know how to do it?" Lin Feng muttered.

The green shadow flickered, and the young swordsman in the green shirt had already made a move, which could be regarded as very elegant, objectively speaking, he already had the capital to be proud of himself among the monks of the same level.

A monk who is good at the body has such an advantage, if he can't fight the enemy, it's always not a problem to save his life, right?

There are many apparitions in the void, which are caused by the extreme speed.

With Lin Feng's cultivation, he was able to see the body of the blue-shirted swordsman, but his opponent was a bald man who didn't have that eyesight.

The bald man stood still like an ancient pine, a sneering sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The blue-shirted swordsman thought that the opponent was overwhelmed by this gorgeous figure, and proudly shook the slender soft sword in his hand, the sword was fast and ruthless, and the sword shadow accompanied the figure, which looked extremely elegant.

"This kid still has some real skills, his soft sword kung fu is rare in the cultivation world!" Li Zhou is very optimistic about this guy.

Suddenly, the bald man jumped up, ignoring the heavy phantoms and brilliant sword light in front of him, and the swarthy long stick smashed down with the momentum of the collapse of the mountain.

"Keng~"

The soft sword turned into many fragments and splattered around, and the skull of the green-shirted monk shattered, flying upside down like a broken kite, and he was too dead to die.

The bald man killed three monks in a row, and all of them used only one move.

He behaved so strongly, but in fact, he regretted it in his heart, after all, if he behaved so strongly, those weaker monks would be wise not to come up and challenge.

And the monks who dare to continue to come up and challenge are undoubtedly very powerful.

"Who else dares to come up and fight to the death with me?" the bald man shouted for a while, but no one came up to fight.

Many people challenged the other seven areas of the battlefield, not daring to provoke this fierce guy.

"Hmph, a group of death-scared ghosts, I should have made a move earlier, so I would have won a hundred consecutive victories a long time ago. It's really a mistake, now there is not even a person to fight, I'd better go to other areas to challenge!" The bald man was angry, and he felt a feeling of contempt for the monks present.

"Hey, big bald head, you're too blind. No matter how strong your explosive power is, it is only a late stage cultivation of the Sixth Fold of Blood Condensation, can you beat the master of the Sevenfold Void Pill realm of Blood Consumption?" A bald old man came to challenge with a dark purple long whip in his hand.

"Ha Luha, there is finally someone who dares to fight. Just give you face like this, and only defeat you today, not kill. The bald man said it sincerely, but in the eyes of some people it was even more arrogant.

"I don't know the height of the sky, today, the old man will let you know that the gap in the realm is irreparable. The bald old man's voice was very low, and the dark purple whip in his hand shook in the wind, and swept away like a spiritual snake.

Lin Feng stared at the bald old man and his qi strength, he had the cultivation of the early stage of the Blood Condensation Sevenfold, it should belong to the kind of breakthrough that had not been long ago, and he felt that the Blood Condensation Sevenfold Void Pill realm was very powerful.

After all, many casual cultivators have very few masters, and they generally don't deal with monks who are much higher than their own realm.

This time, in the face of the real Blood Condensation Sevenfold Void Pill realm master, the bald strong man didn't dare to wait so still, and immediately picked up the dark long stick and rushed forward like a reckless bull.

The bald strong man's moves were powerful and not very fast, while the bald old man had enough qi to support his moves with the advantage of his realm, so that he was able to avoid many bombardments.

The purple light kept flickering, but I saw that the dark purple whip in the bald old man's hand circled and twisted like a vicious snake, wrapping the dark long stick.

It was already good to overcome Gang with Rou, but many of the bald man's attacks were like hitting cotton, and the two of them were even more energetic for a decisive battle.

In such a battle, if one side slackens, it will be defeated.

The tens of thousands of monks in the stands couldn't help but look at this side, the bald man was fighting with the bald old man with the cultivation of the late stage of the six-fold blood coagulation, and the cultivation of the early stage of the seven-fold blood coagulation.

After some hard work, it turns out that it is not absolute to overcome rigidity with softness, and sometimes the level of softness is not enough, and it will be suppressed by the rigid side.

"Bang~" There was a muffled sound, and the bald old man was hit with a stick and flew out of the battlefield, but fortunately, only a few ribs were broken, and he did not lose his life.

Like most of the monks watching the battle, the bald old man was shocked, he stared at a pair of small cloudy eyes, and he still couldn't figure out how he had wrapped the dark long stick with the dark purple whip just now, but he was still broken by the stick, and then he was defeated.

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, I'm really old. The bald old man sighed ashamedly and walked back to the crowd.

This time, no one dared to go up and challenge casually, and the crowds were surging, and more of them were challenging the other seven areas of the battlefield, which made the bald man feel extremely depressed.

"God, why is it so difficult to win ten consecutive victories with my strength?" the bald man roared with bared teeth.

The monks who watched the battle talked a lot, and the people with advanced cultivation took a deep look at the strong man and felt that this guy was really interesting.

"Brother Li, why don't you go up and clean him up? Our masters of the Blood Condensation Sevenfold Void Pill Realm can't let this Blood Condensation Sixfold guy look down on him. Lin Feng smiled leisurely.

"Defeating someone who is lower than your own cultivation level, isn't it bullying the small? "Li Zhou has always been honest and bold, and has his own principles of action.

Lin Feng was a little speechless, the bald old man just now could be regarded as bullying the small, but he was defeated in embarrassment.

It's not easy for him to go up now, and his teammates from the Jiuding Sect are waiting with a good show.

People with strength like them don't care too much about the so-called 100-game winning streak rewards, just to see the grand occasion of the Miluo Island Fighting Battlefield.

Besides, the strength of his team can't be fully revealed, and Miluo Island is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

"One force will drop ten, and it's really good. Scorpio Sea Su Musha came to learn the tricks!" But I saw a middle-aged monk dressed as a scribe floating into the fighting battlefield.

Su Musha held an ancient painting folding fan, on which the scenery of mountains and rivers was drawn, and there was a sense of majestic atmosphere when looking at it.

The mountains and rivers map depicts the artistic conception of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, which is a high-quality magic weapon.

"This guy named Su Musha is not simple, it seems that his cultivation is in the middle of the Sevenfold Void Pill realm of blood condensation, but the true strength he exerts is not easy to estimate. Xie Lingtian was very optimistic about him, and he was amazed.

"Hiss~"

The bald man hissed, his gaze was very solemn, and he snorted coldly: "Very good, there is a master of the mid-stage of the sevenfold blood condensation, when I can't see it, take me ten sticks!"

The sturdy body of the reckless bull rushed away, and the dark stick shadows were connected together, mixed with each other.

Su Musha has a master's demeanor, carrying it in his right hand, and holding a mountain and river fan in his left hand.

For the bald man's fierce stick attack, Su Musha secretly admired in his heart, and he had always admired the potential masters of the younger generations.

The two of them just tumbled over and over a dozen moves, and Su Musha was still strolling around, which was due to the fact that the strength of the two was indeed a big difference.

"Bang~"

With a flash of blue light, a fierce energy came out from the mountain and river fan, which directly bombarded the shoulder of the bald man, hitting it upside down and flying out.

The bald strong man slid out of the field for a long time before stopping, shattering the stone slabs on the ground, he struggled to get up, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and coughed: "Thank you Senior Su for your mercy, my ten-game winning streak is over." ”

"Haluha, boy, you're in good health, so you shouldn't be seriously injured. Take a break and challenge other areas, and it will not be difficult to win ten consecutive victories. Su Musha smiled.

The bald man bowed to him and walked off the battlefield.

"It's a good Su curtain cover, I'm going to fight him. Li Zhou was aroused.