"It's worthy of a battle beast! five consecutive victories are really not covered!" said someone next to Broken with a smile.

In the ring...

The young man held the soft sword in his hand, under the mask, his eyes condensed, and his true qi burst out, and the soft sword in his hand was covered with a white breath, and this person comprehended the sword intent in the ninth level of Qi Shijie.

"Sword intent, it is difficult to see a few sword intents that can be comprehended in the county city, and I actually encountered it at the beginning, and Wang Du is a genius!"

"But the cultivation is too poor, it's not enough!" said Po Jue shaking his head.

In the ring, the two sides come and go, the white-faced young man is thin, but the speed is very fast, basically the big man on the opposite side is beating, and occasionally he can seize the opportunity to counterattack.

At the critical moment, the white-faced young man seized the opportunity and stabbed the other party's heart, the big man blocked it with his hand, and then reversed his hand to grab the soft sword, the big man smiled and said: "Little slippery, Lao Tzu finally caught you!

The big man punched at the white-faced youth, and the white-faced youth saw that he couldn't draw the sword weapon in his hand, so he had to give up, and then folded his arms to resist the punch.

Bang...!

The white-faced young man was repelled by the opponent's punch for more than a hundred meters before stopping!

The big man rolled the soft sword in his hand and twisted it into a twist, and then threw it aside.

When the white-faced young man saw this, he said angrily: "My sword! Damn it! I'm going to kill you!" The soft sword used by the white-faced young man was a four-grade sword weapon, and he was naturally distressed when he saw that it was pinched and scrapped by the other party.

"Hmph, if you have the ability, come on! Don't brag with one mouth, if it's at this level, then give me defeat!" the big man said, raising his true qi and rushing towards the white-faced youth.

"It seems to be a foregone conclusion, huh? No! he also has a sword at his waist, which looks unusual!" said Breaker with interest.

In the ring, the big man immediately rushed to the other party, raised a punch and hit the opponent's door, just when he was about to hit the white-faced youth, the white-faced young man looked cruel and hoarsely and smiled: "...!

After speaking, the white-faced young man pulled out a soft sword from his other waist, burst out with sword intent, covered the sword body, and stabbed it with a sword.

When the big man saw this, he sneered: "Hmph!

Bite...!

The white-faced young man blocked the big man's fist, and the big man exclaimed, "What! It's impossible! No! This is a five-grade sword weapon!"

"Sure enough!" said Breaking in the audience.

And in the ring, when the big man saw the powerful aura condensed on the opponent's sword, he hurriedly prepared to withdraw his hand.

The sword in the white-faced young man's hand turned into four sword pieces, and then he held the hilt of the sword and rotated, and the sword flower directly cut off the big man's right hand.

"Ahh

"What kind of weapon is this? There is still this style of sword weapon? And the quality is not low, it is actually a five-grade sword weapon. Breaking the Absolute looked at the ring solemnly.

And many people in the audience scolded: "What are you eating! Being down by this skinny chicken and making Lao Tzu lose so much money, it's really unlucky!"

"Well, I actually won! Yes, although I don't like him, but I have won a lot of money this time! Haha...!Give him 10,000 taels of gold when he rests!" "On a higher platform somewhere, it is the person who handles the ring, and he is also the son of a certain high-ranking official, and his background is very strong.

"Yes!" the subordinate next to him finished speaking, and then stepped down from the stage and walked to the preparation table behind the contestants.

And Po Jue was emotional when he saw the people around him lose money, and Po Jue shook his head in his heart, this world is so cruel, there are only interests, although he has experienced a lot, but Po Jue is still cold.

In the ring...

"Ah...!I admit defeat! Admit defeat!" The big man had already cut off his thigh by the white-faced youth, but he admitted defeat, and the test manager on the stage did not end the game.

Breaking the doubts, he asked the person next to him, "This big brother, why did he admit defeat and the steward didn't end this game?"

"Alas...!

He reacted impatiently and said: "If the winning party does not agree, it will continue! Don't bother me! Lao Tzu has lost five hundred taels of gold, alas...! The mother-in-law at home is going to be angry again!"

"How can it be so inhumane!" said angrily in his heart, but there was no way, he didn't want to meddle in his affairs, and it was his result that others wanted to participate.

At the same time, the white-faced young man did not let him go, he did not kill him, but cruelly and slowly mutilated the big man, slowly cutting off his flesh with a sword.

And the people around the Break are all losers, and they are scolding: "Cut him slowly, Lao Tzu lost so much money, it's not worth it if you don't watch a good show, cut him slowly! Don't kill him at once!"

Po Jue looked at them coldly beside him, and said in his heart: "It's all a bunch of garbage that doesn't need to live in the world!"

Then Po Jue turned his head to look at the ring, and after a while, the big man's hands, feet and head were cut off from the white bones, and the big man was bleeding to death at this moment.

After he died, the steward jumped into the ring and said loudly: "Everyone here, are most of you losing money! Don't be discouraged! There is still a chance to win back in the next game, and the following battle is even more exciting, please invite the fighter of Qi Takesuke Ichiju to play!"

And the white-faced young man returned to the door to breathe, ready to wait for the next fight, and at this time a person came, it was the person sitting on the stage just now, he took out a plate of gold, handed it to him and said: "The master of this competition has won a lot of money, he is very satisfied, and will give you 10,000 taels of gold!"

The white-faced young man was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you!"

In the ring...

The steward said loudly: "Please below, evil Shura is on the field!"

One dressed in black and wearing a black Shura mask jumped into the ring!

"And then it's the newcomer this time, the first time to play, Brute Bear!"

Po Jue looked at the evil Shura dressed in black on the stage, and said in his heart: "The aura on the body is continuous, it seems that the strength has reached the second level of Qi Wusuke, and maybe even the third level of Qi Wusuke, the king is worthy of being a gathering place for geniuses, and the imperial capital that the Great Elder said is definitely stronger!"

And the brute bear was wearing a beast suit, a large body, and a bear mask, but he vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere.

"Bet on! Bet on! Evil Shura twenty to one!"

"Twenty to one, you don't even think about the brute bear?"

Breaking the Absolute didn't know why he was optimistic about the brute bear, he might see that he was a physical martial artist, and there was a hidden power in his body, and the Breaking Absolute feeling would definitely be very powerful when it burst out, surpassing that evil Shura.

When the punter came over, he took out thirty ingots of silver, and said to the punter: "Thirty ingots of silver!"

"Thirty ingots can only be exchanged for a hundred taels of gold, are you sure?" said the punker.

"One hundred taels, why has it changed again? Forget it, one hundred taels is one hundred taels!" said Po Jue.

"Okay! Collect the slip!" The bettor took it and gave him a slip.

The person next to him asked strangely, "Little brother, why don't you go to the evil Shura! He has won eight games!"

"I feel like the Brute Bear will win!If you believe me, I'll get out of him!" Break replied, this person had explained the rules of the ring to Break Jue, and Break didn't mind telling him.

"Okay, just listen to you!, last three hundred taels!!" said the man, gritting his teeth, to the punter.

"Okay! Collect the slip!" The bettor received the money and handed him the slip.