The butcher is against the knife demon, and the people who bet in the gambling area are crowded and noisy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A rude kitchen knife who fought nineteen games in a row, and who stabbed people and wiped their necks, was about to become a centurion.

A ten-game winning streak, bloody and violent, the challengers are all dead and not all corpses, whether it is the first hand and the second hand, there is only one move, and he has crossed the fifth floor.

The two masters are fighting for their lives, and who will finally stand in the hundred-word ring is the most anticipated and hotly discussed topic at present.

"Brother Zhang, who did you buy? I put 10 million high-grade spirit crystals on the sword demon. ”

", you think I have a lower IQ than you, it's obvious that I'm buying a knife demon, Lao Tzu is 20 million. ”

"Oh, you two are so broad, the knife demon will definitely win, but the butcher is also impatient, the cultivation is two levels higher, and the kitchen knife is not vegetarian. ”

"You three young nonsense, Lao Tzu bet 50 million to buy a knife demon, butcher, you can hold two moves and leave, Lao Tzu's palms are sweaty. ”

"Haha, don't worry, the knife demon's knife is too fast, one knife out, the corpse is divided into three sections, there is enough cow!"

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Wen Yiming was in a heavy mood, and said to Sai Yaren: "Go and get the winning spirit crystal back first." ”

The corners of Sai Yaren's eyes twitched, and he sneered, "Boss, I, I bought Meng Ge to win the centurion." Hehehe"

Wen Yiming was stunned, millions of high-grade spirit crystals, forget about this goods, maybe it's the same if you go by yourself, it's still too underestimating the world.

But he still couldn't swallow this breath, and said to Yiqing: "Qing'er, Sai Yaren owes the team millions of high-grade spirit crystals, you can follow up on this matter and strive to write off the account as soon as possible." ”

Sai Yaren's jaw was dislocated, looking at the unsmiling boss, and then looking at the little housekeeper's wife who took out the notebook she carried with her, a serious record, a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day

The team is looking at the hundred-character ring with concern, only Saiyaren has a little more grief-stricken sadness.

Wen Yiming listened to Long Xiuzhu's words and split life and death, and the aura of concentration was instantly shared, and at the same time, he transmitted: "Amon, you are not his opponent, enter the battle and admit defeat as soon as possible." ”

With absolute strength, confidence and courage played very little role, and there was nothing else but to be fearless of death, and he was afraid that once Amon entered the battle, he would have no chance.

Ten battles of torture and killing, Wen Yiming already knows a lot. Long Xiuzhu's ability to leapfrog is by no means more than five layers, Su Zhanpeng's combat power that broke out in an instant is not low, and he is still counter-killed in one move, under this kind of strength, Amon, let alone win, it is good to be able to hold on in the ring for half a minute.

Long Xiuzhu's war knife is a heavy knife, but the speed is amazingly fast, which can be described as a fly that breaks its wings without realizing it. With such a precise and fast speed, the lethality of its burst is definitely able to stabilize the martial cultivation of the ninth layer of the Great Martial Arts.

Wen Yiming didn't want to speculate like this, but after focused and subtle perception, the truth was not exaggerated at all, this was an invincible demon of the same level.

You must know that Long Xiuzhu has never been in a stalemate in the battle from beginning to end, and it is unknown how many means there are, but there will never be less back hands, and even the hole cards that he has to agree with.

Amon Chaowen replied with a reassuring look and reported his name.

After more than a quarter of an hour of rest, and with the support of potions, Amon still could not fully recover, and retreated with a kitchen knife in hand the moment he finished reporting his name.

He didn't dare to take Long Xiuzhu's combat power lightly, although the previous ten opponents were all preemptive, but he didn't want to take this risk, once he was close to him, it was like being in danger.

Moreover, his chain knife is nine meters long, and if he can hit the opponent with the virus butcher knife, the next battle will be much easier.

In the face of Amon's rapid retreat, Long Xiuzhu's face was inconvenient, and the anti-war knife launched an active attack for the first time, and when the ring shook, an afterimage was left on the spot, and it went straight to Amon.

Amon was still scurrying back, and at the same time twisted around and began to circle, leaning over and curling the chain knife out with a 'boom'.

In the midst of the rapid increase in speed, Amon ran around the platform, and between the high-frequency swing of his right arm, the kitchen knife seemed to be a snake's head leading the way, shaking the chains and flying and circling on Long Xiuzhu's approaching route, and the sound of whining was loud.

Long Xiuzhu flipped his wrist and took out the knife, and the battle knife brought up three black and red knives to clear the obstacles in the clanging sound, and continued to approach.

The kitchen knife flew away, and after the chain unloading, Amon could still feel a shock force coming in, and the martial arts of the dragon and bamboo cultivation were strange and domineering.

Long Xiuzhu's approach was unstoppable, and at this moment, he was less than five meters away from Amon, and behind the swordsman, he was ready to move.

Amon kept on his feet, trying to distance the distance between the two, but Long Xiuzhu's speed was no slower than his.

Gritting his teeth and snorting, Amon's body instantly began to swell, and a scorching heat rose.

Madness!

He understood that his madman inheritance was only slightly dyed, and this kind of outburst that was not even a primary madness, and the increased strength was extremely limited, and he could only put himself in a state where his judgment was not affected by fear.

In the focus on sharing blessings, Amon played to the limit, shaking his hand to control the chain to turn up the defense line, and the retracted knife head suddenly drilled out of the coiled chain, like a poisonous dragon out of a hole.

He calculated that he had to block Long Xiuzhu's close quarters, and if the opponent was close to the defense line by three meters, he would have no distance advantage, only close hand-to-hand combat with his knife. And with Long Xiuzhu's speed advantage, if the virus butcher knife can't be won within two seconds, hand-to-hand combat is inevitable.

Long Xiuzhu did not dodge or dodge, approaching around the arc, and the distance was rapidly shortening.

The kitchen knife was spit out from the defensive line, Long Xiuzhu's eyes were not wavering, and the war knife was snatched out at the shortest straight distance, and with a 'bang', he didn't return the war knife, and the speed of a low shout suddenly skyrocketed, and he leaned out and led the knife to the chain.

This is to lock the head of the knife so that Amon has nowhere to escape.

A chill spread through Amon's pupils, and he instantly swept the extra chains into his arms in a high-speed run.

'Boom, boom, boom——!'

There were two sounds, one was the clatter of Ameng's arm holding the chain, and the other was the sonorous sound of Long Xiuzhu's war knife twisting the other end of the chain.

The two are like a tug-of-war in a run, but the distance between them is rapidly shortening.

Three meters, it has reached the distance of close knife.

Long Xiuzhu turned his wrist and turned the blade, and when the chain fell off, the sword slashed at Amon's waist under his fierce pursuit.

Murderous, as cold as frost!

Everyone could see that this was the rhythm of the butcher.

The blade head that regained freedom lost control behind him, Amon's speed had reached the limit, it was impossible to dodge this knife, and he didn't dare to block it with his arm wrapped around the chains, Long Xiuzhu's battle knife was not mortal iron.

Except for Wen Yiming, the members of the masturbation all gritted their teeth and clenched their fists and stood up, and their nervousness was beyond words.

Yiqing stopped eating the pastry and pinched Sai Yaren's thigh hard, but the other party seemed to be in a vegetative state at this moment, and he didn't feel it at all, and his constricted eyes were full of worry.

Wen Yiming's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, counting from the distance between Amun's rapid retreat, the battle time was less than five seconds, but Amon was already in a desperate situation.

But he always believed that Amon was not a momentary bloody bravery, and the reassuring look made him believe that Amon still had a backhand.

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