A few hours later, another 6 games passed, and Xiaochen's winning streak also reached 8 games.
The 28 Tao discussion platforms in Haiyuan Order gradually became lively at this time. As the afternoon approached, many monks with a high winning streak began to appear. Most of the competitions were based on the number of consecutive wins. The quality of the battles in the Unbounded Pavilion also increased. Much higher.
Zhang Baili, with red eyes, looked at the more than 1,300 low-grade spiritual stones in the storage bag and felt excited. He was indeed right, that Xiaochen was a golden dragon.
The successive victories made him extremely excited, but Xiaochen's next opponent made him hesitate. It was a demon disciple named Xue Luo Duan Shou. His opponents were all seriously injured, and some even died on the spot. This also made him notorious in this Unbounded Pavilion.
"Xiao Chen versus Xue Luo Broken Hand, odds 2:1.15" Zhang Baili muttered the odds notice, hesitant at this time, but in the end he made up his mind and bet all the spirit stones on Xiao Chen.
"Believe in the Golden Dragon, Xiaochen, you must win!" Zhang Baili clasped his hands and muttered.
But more people in front of the betting stage are betting on Xue Luo Duan Shou, because the opponent's previous record was 21 consecutive wins, and they only lost slightly when they met Yu Luo Mian. Now that they are making a comeback, many people are even more excited all the way. follow.
"Master, look at that magnification, you are looked down upon again." Ling'er said from the side, her eyes rolling. She didn't know what she was thinking, but judging from her expression, she should be quite gloating about her misfortune.
Xiaochen opened his eyes from meditating and did not pay attention to the bet multiplier. For him, no matter who the opponent was, it would be good to win.
However, due to the increase in the number of people in the hall at this time, the time between competitions is getting longer and longer, and now it is almost a stick of incense time from the last one.
With a peaceful mind, he will look at everything in the world calmly. The previous opponents were not as good as Liu Rongqiang. As for the next opponent, Xueluo Broken Hand, Xiaochen will not take it lightly during the battle, but currently he will not be disturbed by the so-called multiplier.
"Just be comfortable by yourself, why bother with other people's eyes." Xiaochen said slowly as he cast his gaze on the discussion platform.
Ling'er was immediately speechless, but she still felt that he was just being tough. At Xiaochen's age, he was still young and frivolous, so how could he not care about reputation.
"Hypocritical stones..." Ling'er thought to herself.
On the other side, a man in a blood-colored robe was holding a jade slip and thinking about something: "Xiaochen, at the 9th level of Qi Condensation stage, uses a sword. So far, he has only used one sword move, and defeated Qian Sashou Liu with one sword. Rong, his swordsmanship is very suppressive, his strength is unknown, and his background is quite mysterious."
After reading it several times, Xue Luo cut off his hand and threw the jade slip back to the boy, sneering: "I spent 5 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. With this information, you guys are really good at doing business."
The boy took it with a smile, scratched his head and didn't answer.
Xueluo Broken Hand looked at the calm man across from him, and frowned. His mind was unsettled. The blood flowed in the hand where the spiritual energy was gathered. Finally, he squeezed hard, and the blood-colored energy exploded.
"The blood-light deduction has failed. This enemy cannot be underestimated." Xueluo Broken Hand glanced at the spiritual energy that exploded in his hand in surprise. It also became much more serious. Even the blood-light deduction could not give a result, or the opponent had something. The secret treasure that conceals the secret of heaven, or the other party's soul is stronger than one's own.
Neither of these is obviously good news.
Soon it was Xiaochen's turn. He stepped onto the forum, cupped his hands and said, "Xiaochen."
Xueluo Duanshou sneered at the corner of his mouth. The smell of righteousness was really disgusting. As soon as he raised his right hand, the spiritual energy was stimulated. Several bloody blades were formed in his hand, and they whizzed away as soon as he threw them away.
If the opponent has strong suppression power, then he should not be allowed to take the upper hand. This is what Xue Luo Duan Shou is thinking about.
After realizing the opponent's intention, Xiao Chen unsheathed the long sword behind his back, a few sword lights flashed, and the bloody blade was cut into pieces in the air.
His hands kept moving, and under the surge of spiritual energy, he slashed out one sword after another. According to Xiaochen's observation, the opponent's moves seemed to be inspired by the bloody arm, which meant that the opponent did not have weapons in his hands. Such an opponent only needed the light of the sword. If you get close, he will be unable to resist.
"36 Sword Qi, go!"
Following Xiaochen's tone, he swung his sword and slashed out 36 sword energy, attacking Xueluo's severed hand continuously. The moves seemed to be continuous and endless.
Seeing this, Xue Luo's severed hand glowed with red light in his right hand, and the souls of grievances seeped out one by one, hoarsely clashing with the sword energy.
"Blood hands hide ghosts, soul reading technique!"
That scene was too terrifying. His right hand quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, but one ghost after another floated out. After a while, hundreds of ghosts gathered near Xueluo's severed hand.
The ghosts roared together, and the sword energy swung by Xiaochen also disintegrated.
Under the sword light and ghosts, Xueluo's severed hand was unscathed. He laughed heartily and said, "Now it's my turn. I can control the sky with my bloody hands, and a hundred ghosts can walk at night!"
In an instant, ghosts surrounded the discussion platform, slowly covering the sky, covering the two people under the black mist of ghosts, and Xueluo's severed hand also disappeared into the black mist.
“Hiss, ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss one one sssssss one
"Bite you to death!!"
Ghosts rushed out of the black mist one after another, raging towards Xiaochen. They often missed a hit, and then disappeared into the black mist of ghosts again, striking one after another, trying to make Xiaochen exhausted.
Xiao Chen, on the other hand, had his long sword floating beside him, and his body-protecting sword energy struck the exposed ghosts one after another, without any trace of panic in his expression.
"This hundred ghosts walking at night are much weaker than what I have seen before, and the same is true for those ghosts. Apart from biting and intimidating, they are almost useless." Thinking to himself, Xiaochen's closed eyes suddenly opened.
"Got you!"
With a loud shout, the sword in his hand spun, and white aura slashed out with the sword light.
"The first move of Yixin Sword Technique, kill people!"
Under the white light, the entire black mist seemed to be stagnant. A figure walked out of the black mist in disbelief. It seemed as if it would break into pieces in the next moment.
"How did you find my location!" Xue Luo Duanshou stared at Xiao Chen closely, his eyes full of fear, and roared.
When the sword energy slashes, the ghosts will deliberately avoid one direction, so it is obvious that that is where Xue Luo's severed hand is. This is not difficult to find, as long as the ghosts do not interfere with the judgment, so Xiao Chen just closed his eyes.
"it's over!"
The long sword in his hand condensed the sword light, and Xiao Chen chased after him and swung it over. The ghosts around him couldn't even get close, let alone hurt himself. The Hundred Ghost Night Walk of this Blood Luo Ghost Hand was indeed a bit powerful, but it was just that. That’s it.
"No! Condensate blood to sacrifice souls and summon ghost generals!" Xueluo Broken Hand obviously didn't want to sit back and die, so he took off his right hand from his shoulder. Countless ghosts began to pour into the ghost hand, condensing into a huge ghost hand. The ghost hand held The black soul knife collided with the sword move.
The dissipation of the black mist also revealed the scene on the discussion platform again. Xiaochen seemed to still have the upper hand, which made many people on the viewing platform feel incredible.
"I entered the Hundred Ghost Realm where Xue Luo had his hand broken, but he was unscathed!"
"Impossible, Yu Luomen was seriously injured before!"
Zhang Baili was extremely excited and murmured: "Golden Dragon! It's indeed the Golden Dragon! God finally helped me!" In this victory, his spirit stones were more than ten times what they were before, and in his opinion, Xiao Chen His strength is more than ten times that. Once the golden dragon comes out, if he follows it all the way and wins 50 games in a row, it will cost at least hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones.
That was the wealth in Zhang Baili's dream.
Ling'er made a pot of tea, picked up a cup, and drank happily. The stone should have won. Really, the people in this poor place are too weak!
"Huh... I don't want to admit it, but those broken rocks are really powerful."
Xiaochen looked at the ghost hand and the currently extremely weak Xueluo Broken Hand with a slightly solemn expression, but soon he discovered the flaw of the ghost hand. The ghost hand was bulky and there must be a gap when slashing.
"Cut him, chop him in half! I will also refine you into the hands of blood!"
"Hahaha!" Xueluo Broken Hand laughed crazily, and kept directing the ghost hand to swing the knife.
"call!"
The ghost hand slashed past, and when Xiaochen saw this, he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity. Then he ignored the ghost hand behind him and stabbed Xueluo's severed hand with the sword in his hand.
"The third form of Yixin Sword Technique, Wuhua!"
The sword gleamed a little, and then rushed towards Xueluo Ghost Hand like a thunderbolt.
"No! The boy connects the heart, the ghost baby blocks the disaster!"
Xueluo Ghost Hand was unable to mobilize his ghost hand to defend himself at this time, so he quickly activated the mother-child pendant around his neck. It was made by sacrificing a baby less than three months old with his mother. It could block an attack for him. This magic weapon was used as a sacrifice for him. The success rate is very low, and it feels a bit distressing to use him at this time.
As expected, he was a ruthless person. Xiao Chen recognized the crying woman and child standing in front of him at a glance. The power of the sword in his hand did not diminish, but became even more powerful.
The breeze blew by, and the crying voice of the ghost baby was also silenced. When Xue Luo Ghost Hand saw the undefended Xiaochen, he was immediately overjoyed and wanted to command the ghost hand to cut him in half from behind. The ghost baby was gone. Then you become a resource, hahaha!
Suddenly he felt something was wrong with him, and then he looked at the shattered ghost baby, and then saw his legs falling slowly. He wanted to shout loudly, but in the end he could only whimper in powerlessness and fear!
Xiao Chen withdrew his long sword. This sword not only killed the ghost baby, but also cut off the life of Xue Luo's ghost hand. A ghost baby usually needs to be sacrificed more than ten times before it succeeds. Such a heinous person will deserve to die.
After collecting the opponent's storage bag, Xiaochen left without looking back. The battlefield had its own people from the Wujie Pavilion responsible for cleaning it.
"Oh my god! The ghost hand was instantly killed by a sword!"
"Oh My God!!!"
"My spiritual stone!"
At this time, Liu Rong looked blankly at the Xueluo ghost hand that was cut into two ends, and couldn't help but tremble a little. He recognized the sword, and couldn't help but be afraid.
"2,600 low-grade spiritual stones!!!" Zhang Baili wanted to yell loudly, but he stopped, but the craziness in his eyes was even worse.
After walking up to the stand, he glanced at Ling'er who was drinking tea leisurely. Xiaochen snatched the teapot, opened the lid and drank it in one gulp under her glare. The taste was acceptable.
"You!" Ling'er was just about to say something when she saw a certain unlucky guy being split in half from the corner of her eye. She immediately chose to follow her heart...
"Me?" Xiaochen looked at Ling'er who said nothing in confusion, gathered spiritual energy in his hands, and brewed another pot of tea.
"It's okay..." Seeing this, Ling'er could only sit down silently, but kept her eyes on the teapot.
After a while, Xiaochen returned the teapot to her. As soon as she took it, Ling'er used her spiritual energy to gather water vapor to rinse it repeatedly, then moved it to her nose to smell it, and chose to rinse it again...
Xiaochen saw Ling'er cleaning the gold-rimmed enamel teapot so solemnly, and then thought that she could take out the teapot to make tea anytime, anywhere, and then looked at Ling'er strangely and asked, "Your soul is attached to this teapot. ?”
Ghosts need to be attached to objects to exist, which can be anything in the world, and these objects are called soul objects. The quality of the soul objects largely determines the strength of the ghost.
"Hmph! You said it was all stained by you!" Ling'er became even more angry after hearing this and wiped it carefully with her sleeves.
Seeing that the other party didn't reply, Ling'er looked over angrily and found that Xiaochen had already been meditating.
"Bang!" Ling'er kicked the table and put away the teapot angrily.
The boy at Wujie Pavilion glanced at Xiaochen and carefully wrote down a few lines: "No. 3528 Xiaochen is strong and ruthless. It is recommended to lower the magnification rate." With a flash of the jade slip in his hand, the message was passed on. , and the boy is obviously already familiar with this kind of operation.
