After Amon's challenge, to meet the next challenger, you need to wait for the recurrence of the ten-game winning streak, have enough time to rest, eat and drink the potion of potion, and cross your knees in the ring to recover with your eyes closed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The enthusiastic audience did not have the butcher's performance, and turned to the cross ring to suddenly feel excited, complaining again and again about how it had not produced ten consecutive victories.

An hour had passed, and the cross ring had been cleaned several times by two guards, and there was so much blood that there was no place to put your feet at all.

And during this period, there were a lot of ten consecutive victories, and in the midst of the cries, nine of them continued to challenge, but still couldn't bear the kitchen knife of the Zuan madman, and were stabbed on the spot and died miserably.

Amon, who has successfully defended his title nine times in a row, rested and recovered in the 100-character ring, and did not hesitate to take medicine.

Wen Yiming withdrew his focus and sharing, and used this time to run the cultivation of the Great Life Soul Technique, and maintain his state to the best at any time, if Amon became a centurion, he would only need to compete for the ten-master.

In fact, with Amon's strength, he believed that as long as the centurion was in order, the Zuan madman's physique would recover quite quickly.

The first centurion is about to be born, and there is only one battle left to defend the title, and although Amon's physical exertion is a bit huge, the enthusiastic audience is still optimistic, and the atmosphere has reached its peak.

There was no pressure to take down the ten-master Wen Yiming, and he still didn't dare to take it lightly in order to ensure safety. In the entire area under the jurisdiction of Black Rock City, there are many novice mercenary teams that come to participate in the competition, and each martial artist who appears is the elite of the team.

From the beginning to the beginning, except for Zhong Xiaoshan, the lowest cultivation is the first level of the Great Martial Arts, and the highest cultivation is the sixth level of the Great Martial Arts, but after obtaining the qualification of the Ten Masters, he gave up continuing to challenge.

Wen Yiming knew that he was a cross-level challenge every time, and it was difficult to guarantee that he would not run into the late stage of the Great Martial Arts.

Thinking about it, a big martial artist named Zheng Hua in the cross ring successfully defended his title again, this is a fierce man who uses a one-handed mountain axe, it is already his third defense of the title, and he will recover on his knees as soon as the battle is over.

Wen Yiming could see that Zheng Hua didn't consume much, and almost all three battles to defend his title did not exceed ten seconds, and his combat power was quite good.

As the challenger who was knocked out of the ring fell, a handsome man in a well-dressed suit stepped out of the ring, his steps unhurried.

Wen Yiming raised his eyebrows, and just by looking at it, he decided that this person was a master.

The white background silver flower dark pattern clothes fit, the edges are embroidered with emerald green leaf lace, and the two-inch wide silver and white belt is tightly tied, showing that the shoulders are wide and the waist is thin and coordinated.

When this person stepped into the ring, Wen Yiming saw his face clearly, his sword eyebrows were inserted in his sideburns, and his starry eyes seemed to have no pupils, which was evil, but he didn't feel awkward.

This person is only a level of cultivation at the level of a great martial artist, but Wen Yiming was surprised, he had a feeling that this person seemed to be quiet and elegant, and his combat power was definitely not bad, and he might even be able to challenge Amon beyond the level, this was just an intuition.

Amon seemed to feel something, opened his eyes and looked over, and happened to see that the person also looked over, and responded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Biao's pupils shrank, and the audience in the audience was also puzzled, and they laughed out loud. Because this person had already wasted five seconds from the ring to the iron pier, and then he looked at Amon and smiled, there were only four seconds left.

Wei Biao was about to raise his foot and kick him out of the ring, but he saw him lean down and throw the iron pier up with a low sigh, flying diagonally towards the edge of the ring, and when he caught the stone pier, his feet sank slightly, leaving two clear footprints on the hard black rock.

Around the platform like the wind, he put down the iron pier and arrived in ten seconds.

A word came to Wen Yiming's heart, and without hesitation, he opened his aura and released an identification technique, and found that this person had a special physique, a 100% melee type martial arts cultivation, only twenty-three years and seven months, and his combat power was unknown.

It turned out to be a special physique, Wen Yiming said secretly. He let his exercises run slowly, and turned on the aura of concentration to keep an eye on this person.

"Blood Fury Team Leader, Sword Demon Dragon Xiuzhu!" Putting down the iron pier, the man reported his name, did not sacrifice his blade, his face was calm, but Wen Yiming could sense it in the aura, this young man named Long Xiuzhu's hands were raised with fine black and red spots.

Zheng Hua had opened his crotch and lifted the axe from Long Xiuzhu's rapid detour, and his face was dignified, and he also saw that the opponent was not simple.

As soon as Long Xiuzhu finished signing up, Zheng Hua raised the mountain axe and rushed up, drawing two marks under his feet, and in a muffled roar, his sleeves exploded, and his blood vessels were convex.

The move is the explosion of his hole card martial arts, and he wants to annihilate this unstable danger factor in one fell swoop.

The mountain axe shook left and right in the body, rushing neutrally and slashing down, and the unique wind of the heavy soldiers whistled.

Long Xiuzhu moved after the other party raised his hand, and his still-standing figure suddenly soared out as if it had been suddenly hit by a pool ball, and it was extremely abrupt.

Long Xiuzhu came first, the attack was concise, and he was close to Zheng Hua's axe handle with his bare hands, and his right hand was bent into a claw, and a layer of iron gray was condensed in an instant, like a golden iron hook rod.

'Bang ——!'

With one hand in his hand, he was like an overlord holding a tripod, Zheng Hua's powerful and heavy vertical slash came, the axe blade was only half an inch away from the top of Long Xiuzhu's head, and the strong wind shook his black hair away instantly.

'Poof——!'

At the same time, Zheng Hua's chest sounded with a piercing tearing sound, and the shock and pain in his round eyes had not yet surfaced, and he was kicked out of the ring by Long Xiuzhu.

"Wow ——!"

In the next second, the audience in the audience burst into exclamation.

The rest area on the edge of the arena was also full of gasps, and several women from the masturbation team covered their mouths to stop exclaiming, and Wen Yiming's eyes shrank slightly.

Long Xiuzhu stood in the center of the ring, his right paw kept the action of pulling out, and there was a beating heart lying in the palm of his hand, steaming with a trace of heat.

The challenger who was just about to rush out stagnated, and continued to rush out with a trembling heart, stopping again and again in less than two steps, watching Long Xiuzhu's five fingers suddenly become hooks, and with a 'bang', the heart that was still wriggling was pinched and exploded, and the flesh and blood were splashed.

Long Xiuzhu's face was inconvenient, and he slowly put down his bleeding hand, and quietly looked at the frightened challenger who stopped in the field.

The audience's cry was renewed, even more exciting than watching the roars of Amon and Zhong Xiaoshan, and these energetic family members wanted this kind of excitement.

The faces of the mercenary groups in the rest area of the arena were calm, and even mixed with a slight gnashing of teeth.

"Execute him, next!" Wei Biao glanced at the challenger who had stopped and shouted coldly.

As soon as Wei Biao's voice fell, two guards stepped forward to take away the martial cultivator with an earthy face, and at the same time, a martial artist of the third layer of the great martial artist burst out, with no fear on his face.

Concise and capable, lifting the pier to go around, and between the registration of the pier, the self-proclaimed You Song has sacrificed a heavy hammer to pounce, and the head is bombarded.

'Poof——!'

Long Xiuzhu still did not sacrifice the blade, the same simple, longitudinal step, bare hands into a fist, between the hammer and fist collision, You Song hammered high, and the bone joint of his right arm was broken.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and it was too late to admit defeat, Long Xiuzhu rushed forward with a sharp pause, stopping as if braking suddenly, and between the five fingers of his hands, a layer of iron-gray condensation was made.

This is the name that automatically appeared when Wen Yiming saw Long Xiuzhu's move.

The two palms collided together, and in the sound of a bone-shattering explosion, flesh and blood flew sideways, as if brains like bean flowers were splashing everywhere.

There is no superfluous show, and it is still to raise his feet and kick the headless corpse off the stage.

The audience was boiling, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they wanted to buy Long Xiuzhu to become a centurion's followers and flocked to the stakes area.

The corners of Long Xiuzhu's mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked at Amon in the hundred-character ring, his eyes were clear, and there was no taste of provocation.

But the calm eyes that seemed to have no pupils made Amon feel trembling on his scalp.

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