This time, a young man came out, wearing a blue robe and holding a long gun.
"I'm in Xia Liuzhou..."
"Okay, I don't need to remember the name of the dead person," the young man was interrupted by Xu Zimo before he finished speaking.
"Arrogant," the young man snorted coldly, holding a spear in his hand, and shot towards Xu Zimo with a burst of gunfire.
"A clang," the sound of a sword being drawn came to my ears before everyone watching the battle could react.
The spear in the young man's hand had broken into two halves, and even his body was divided into two halves.
"One move," Xu Zimo put away his sword and stood up, saying calmly.
"This sword," the handsome young man in the field who borrowed the sword squinted his eyes slightly and touched his chin as he thought about something.
With Xu Zimo's victory, the emotions of the audience on both sides became more and more high.
The opponents in the waiting area are also appearing one after another.
However, the next opponents were all killed by Xu Zimo's sword.
He didn't even use any powerful pulse skills. He only had one sword-drawing technique. The sword-drawing technique was so fast that the eyes couldn't catch it, and he ended these opponents.
More and more opponents, ten or twenty, fell at his hands.
This scene also attracted the attention of the organizer, the Angry Family.
In that gambling shop, someone even offered Xu Zimo a 100% bet, but most of the bettors were not optimistic about it.
Because everyone knows that when a person's winning streak reaches a certain level, the Angry Family will target him privately, and they will not allow this to happen.
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The manager of the Furious Family Competition Arena is the younger brother of the leader of the Furious Family, Nu Shiwu.
Listening to his servant's report, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean, you couldn't fight in the entire hundred games?"
"It's not like there's no one around. Young Master Jian Ming hasn't come yet. The key is that we can't control Young Master Jian Ming," the servant said in a difficult tone.
"Idiot," Nu Shiwu said coldly: "Jian Ming does not lack fusion stones at all. He came to the competition ring purely to hone his pulse skills and increase his combat experience.
You go and tell him that a young man of his own age has come to the martial arts arena. If he is still a swordsman, he will definitely be able to fight. "
"I'll do it now," the servant nodded quickly.
In the martial arts arena, Xu Zimo has won twenty-nine games.
There is almost no one in the waiting area of Baichang. In fact, it is not that there is no one. To be precise, no one dares to enter.
So far, no one has been able to catch his sword, and there is only one word for him, death.
Because no one participated in hundreds of games, there was a short period of vacuum in the competition.
The audience around him was talking a lot.
"No one is on board, so how can we compete?"
"Just wait, if no one really shows up, it won't work for hundreds of games, there will be thousands and tens of thousands of people over there.
It's just that the odds of the bet haven't reached the highest point now, they are waiting for time. "
"Do you think this guy wants to win a hundred games in a row? Ever since our competition arena was established, no one has really won a hundred games in a row."
“This shouldn’t be possible, do you know how difficult it is to win a hundred games in a row?
There is no rest time in these hundreds of games. Does he have enough spiritual energy in his body? Will your body be injured and tired?
And this is still the beginning, the opponents behind will become stronger and stronger, which is unrealistic. "
Just as everyone was talking, the door to the waiting area was opened again.
A handsome young man came out.
"It's Master Jianming," someone on the ring exclaimed.
The loudest among them were some women.
This young man wore a long robe with sleeves and ribbons on the shoulders. There were four layers of clothing, and the inner layer was white and light blue.
There are cirrus patterns intertwined with white and blue on the neckline, white ribbons and blue gems are decorated on the shoulders, and there are layers of undulating dark patterns on the outer robe that are difficult to see clearly.
The young man has clear eyes, his black hair is tied back in a black bun, and a white hairband is tied around his forehead.
A high nose bridge, fair skin, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Anyone who looks at it will sigh, what a face.
A blue-white long sword hung on the young man's waist. The sword was engraved with two small characters: sword, and the rest were incomprehensible lines.
The young man's aura is dusty, like a handsome man coming out of ancient times.
"Jian Ming," the young man looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly.
"It seems that Master Jianming has finally taken action," the women watching the battle said with some admiration.
Although most men disdain his appearance, they cannot refute his strength.
"Since Mr. Jian Ming came to this city of Wrath three years ago, he has already reached the top of the Hundred Games for three years."
"Probably, among those who have played 100 games, he has won fifty-four games in a row, which should be the most."
Everyone was talking about it, regardless of the people over there, because there were basically some old monsters there. Due to their long training time, the younger generation were no match at all.
As for the thousand games, they are some famous old-timers.
As for the hundreds of games here, except for some people with low cultivation levels, most of them are still contests between the younger generation.
According to the rules of the martial arts arena, if a person who has played 100 games wants to buy a thousand games, he will have three opportunities to challenge every month.
If you win, you can participate in thousands of competitions. The same goes for thousands to ten thousand competitions.
In order to be fair and sanctioned, people from Ten Thousand Events will also have the opportunity to compete with Hundred Events and Thousand Events three times a month.
But under normal circumstances, people who play Wan games rarely go to other games. On the one hand, they want to win the fusion stone master. On the other hand, they go to other games and no one dares to fight them.
Only when Xu Zimo is in a situation where he is almost invincible and the odds of betting reach a certain level will they take action.
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Jian Ming was surrounded by sword intent, and he looked at Xu Zimo calmly.
When the sword drawing technique sounded, Jian Ming closed his eyes slightly and pulled out the long sword from his waist.
The lingering sword intent directly annihilated Xu Zimo's sword energy and disappeared.
Although the sword energy was annihilated, the strength contained in it still made Jian Ming take more than three steps back.
Jian Ming's pupils shrank, and when the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, wind and thunder flickered on the sword, and Wu Geng's sword intent surrounded it and shot into the sky.
"You are very strong," Jian Ming looked at Xu Zimo and said.
"What, do you want to admit defeat?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Only the strong have the meaning of fighting," Jian Ming's eyes narrowed and he took half a step back with his right hand.
I saw him holding the sword in his right hand, tilted slightly, and surrounded by the sword intent, countless long swords with condensed sword intent appeared behind him.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan," Jian Ming shouted softly, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand.
Just hearing a "boom", countless swords behind him all pierced, the void was pierced, and the space was shattered into pieces.
Xu Zimo raised his head and pointed the long knife lightly in his hand.
