Massacre of thousands of people? !
Lingchu held the tea cup in his hand and placed it steadily on the coffee table. The tea cup lightly bumped against the coffee table, making a slight sound.
In the eyes of the innkeeper, this fellow Taoist Baihu, even after hearing the name of Ten Thousand Tu, still drank tea as steady as a mountain, his body was as still as a mountain, and he didn't seem to be worried.
I couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in my heart.
As everyone knows, under the cover of the black cloak, the originally fair and soft jaw has become a bit cold and hard.
In Lingchu's mind, she recalled the first day she arrived at the underground black market, the first battle she saw in the underground fighting arena, the monk with red eyes who looked like a giant bear, with his arms pressing against her waist.
Holding the opponent's leg with both hands, he stabbed and blood rained all over the sky.
Tearing people apart is as easy as tearing paper.
Can my small body withstand this tear?
The tiger mask on Lingchu's face once again covered his entire face, hiding the expression on his face. He glanced at the shopkeeper calmly, then stood up and went upstairs, his posture extremely relaxed.
He doesn't seem to care who his opponent is.
Giving up before fighting was not her Yu Lingchu style.
Trying to put aside the images in his mind, Lingchu continued to comfort himself.
A fight with thousands of people is bound to be extremely stressful. Under the heavy pressure, it may not be a good opportunity for a breakthrough.
Even if you can't defeat him, at worst, the second brother's life talisman won't be returned. When the time comes, it should be okay to just admit defeat... right?
Time passed bit by bit, and half a month later, Lingchu's victory count had reached ninety-nine.
The next game should be the 100th game, which is the promotion battle, or in other words, a battle with tens of thousands of people.
The time is just two days later.
Lingchu dragged his injured leg back to the inn, and drank a cup of tea with the innkeeper's sinister smile of interest on his face. He ignored the innkeeper who was chattering about going to the underground fighting arena to support Lingchu that day. He returned to the inn room with a calm expression.
On the day of the Lingchu Sheng card battle, the stands in the underground arena were filled with people again.
As long as it is a battle related to massacre, the spectators who come to the arena are very enthusiastic, and the arena is overcrowded.
Lingchu's winning rate is not high, and there is nothing outstanding about him on weekdays. For example, he likes to cut into pieces when killing people, and he is undefeated in ten consecutive games in one day...
To spectators in the arena, Lingchu's performance could only be described as average.
"Hey, brother, you also come to watch this fight. How about it? Have you placed a bet?" A monk above the high stands looked around, and his eyes fell on the monk next to him. He leaned his head forward and spoke in a slightly sharp voice.
The person next to the monk was the innkeeper. The innkeeper said that day that he would come to support Lingchu, but he actually came. Moreover, he didn’t even wear a mask on his face and showed his face very calmly. Appearance with slender eyes.
The innkeeper was looking intently at the two monks standing opposite each other below, preparing to compete. One was as tall as a mountain, and the other was wearing a black cloak. It was unclear what his figure was, but in comparison, he looked extremely petite and petite. Wearing a tiger mask.
Just as he was watching happily, he heard a sharp voice coming from his ear, which seemed to be talking to him.
The innkeeper turned his head and looked over, and saw a gray wolf mask.
Seeing someone talking to him, the innkeeper was extremely happy and said with a smile, "Of course, there is no way to not place bets in this underground fighting arena. It would be so boring if you didn't place bets!"
As soon as these words came out, the two looked at each other, and even though there was a mask between them, they could still feel the light in each other's eyes.
A close friend.
"We are of the same kind, brother!" The monk in the gray wolf mask was so happy that he even raised his sharp voice a little higher. He stretched out his hand and patted the innkeeper on the shoulder, with a hint of regret in his tone.
"That's not true! As soon as I saw my brother, I felt very friendly." The innkeeper's slender eyes narrowed with a smile, and he got closer to the gray wolf mask monk, "Brother, I open an inn in this underground black market, right on the street. Wei, we are very close to this underground fighting arena, brother, please come over and support me when you have time."
The monk in the gray wolf mask narrowed his eyes and patted the innkeeper on the shoulder again, "Easy to say, brother, I will go and support you."
After watching the competition, he managed to get a guest for his inn. The innkeeper nodded with great satisfaction, pointed proudly at Lingchu standing underneath, and said, "I'm here, but come and give me the inn." The guests are cheering, after all we have been together for more than half a year and have feelings for each other."
Hearing this, the monk in the gray wolf mask looked at Lingchu below in surprise. The tiger mask on his face paused and said with a smile, "Then we are really destined, I also know that fellow Taoist! "
The innkeeper was really surprised, and then he smiled and said, "That's really fate!"
"Indeed, I don't know, brother, who did you bet on?" the gray wolf mask monk asked curiously.
"Haha, who else could it be!" The innkeeper laughed and said matter-of-factly, "Of course it's a massacre of thousands of people!"
Massacre of thousands of people?
The gray wolf mask monk's eyes widened, and he patted the innkeeper's shoulder heavily with his hand, "That's really...not bad, not bad."
"Brother, where are you?" The innkeeper didn't seem to notice the gray wolf mask monk's surprise, and still had a smiling face on his face.
"Me? Needless to say," the monk in the gray wolf mask paused and said meaningfully, "Of course it's that fellow Taoist White Tiger."
As soon as the words were spoken, the two looked at each other in silence for a while.
At this moment, the deep sound of drums echoed.
The competition officially begins.
The confrontation only lasts for a moment.
Without any reservation, there were eight black and white Liangyi swords, the ink sword in the middle, nine flying swords suppressing the attack, three holding the air, three holding the ground, and three carrying an unparalleled cold light to slash down.
"Roar!"
Human body but roaring beast.
The muscles all over Wanwan Tu's body swelled up, his skin was glowing with a bronze color, and his veins were floating secretly. Under his ferocious face, he roared angrily, punched out, and there was a sonic boom.
The huge fist struck straight at the sword, not avoiding the sharpness at all.
"Qiang!"
Like gold and stone hitting each other, a harsh roar echoed in the stands.
The seemingly unstoppable sword light was blocked by a fist, and the two sword tips touched the fist surface, as if they were still in the air.
However, the trembling sword body and the fist with the golden light constantly flashing showed that the two were in a state of wrestling.
"Roar!" roared again. A sea of blood seemed to emerge after the massacre of ten thousand people. The blood on the fists was stained with golden light. There was a bulge on the arms, as if there was a little more power out of thin air. The wind of the fist shook, and the three handles were blown away. The flying swords were all shaken back.
Three flying swords flew upside down in the air to Lingchu's side, and stood suspended in the air, the swords roaring.
Watching with cold eyes, the remaining six flying swords of the ten thousand people slaughtered by Suokong and Dingdi were blown away. Lingchu waved his hand, his clear eyes shining brightly.
According to the requirements of the master, no other spells or magic weapons can be used in this underground fighting arena. Only flying swords and sword formations can be used to hone the sword formation's autumn killing.
But in fact, before Lingchu, he had never used the Spring and Autumn Sword Formation completely.
It is rare to control nine flying swords. It requires a lot of spiritual consciousness, and there are not many monks who can completely block the ghosts of nine flying swords.
The bloody aura of the massacre seemed to be very strange. Even with the sharpness of the nine flying swords, it might not be able to cause much damage.
The physical body that has been cultivated is not easy to break.
