Amon has his own pride, but he is by no means arrogant, Long Xiuzhu's two bloody kills with his bare hands were killed with one move, and he knows very well that his final title defense battle is dangerous. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not to mention becoming a centurion, it's good to be able to get out of the hundred-character ring. Amon subconsciously looked at Wen Yiming, and found that the other party was also looking over, his eyes were calm and not worried, but he shook his head slightly.

He knew what Wen Yiming meant, and let his safety come first.

Amon would not joke with his life in a fight, so he couldn't help Wen Yiming, his fighting spirit did not waver, but a wave of arrogance rose, the belligerent factor boiled in the blood, and he actually felt the burning heat in his body, and hurriedly meditated and breathed, absorbing the effect of the recovery potion.

Long Xiuzhu's title defense continued non-stop, and despite showing bloody slaughter methods, he still continued to appear. If you get the number plate and don't fight, you will still be executed by the Shadow Legion, and it is better to fight left and right.

In the next five games of defending the title, the challengers were all killed in one move without exception, either by being killed by the heart, or by having their heads shattered, and the scene was violent and bloody to the extreme.

The audience's emotions have gone crazy, countless shouts and hysteria have pushed the atmosphere to a new level, and some people have already begun to roar for Long Xiuzhu to kill ten times in a row, and then end the butcher Amon.

This is a place to worship the strong, no one will pity the loser, and the masturbation group is just one of the passers-by, which can make them excited for a while, that's all.

After defending the title for six consecutive games, Long Xiuzhu's momentum reached its peak, and his eyes finally flashed with a faint killing intent, but he still didn't sacrifice any blades.

Wen Yiming has the same psychology as many viewers, hoping to see Long Xiuzhu use his blade against the enemy, but the audience is for excitement, and he is for more information.

Long Xiuzhu called himself a sword demon, if it wasn't for the name of the sword, this person would not be a master of using a knife, he would like to see what level this person's attainments in sword skills have reached.

The seventh battle of defending the title ushered in a sixth-layer martial artist of the Great Martial Arts, and after the registration after the iron pier bypass, it turned out to be the captain of Zheng Hua's Red Soul Mercenary Regiment who used the mountain axe just now, Su Zhanpeng.

Su Zhanpeng's words and deeds in a short period of time gave Wen Yiming the feeling that he was straightforward and heroic, and quite righteous. However, when facing Long Xiuzhu, hatred erupted in his big eyes under his thick eyebrows.

Long Xiuzhu faced Su Zhanpeng's devouring gaze without any fluctuations, and stood with his hands down.

But with a subtle perception of concentration, Wen Yiming clearly sensed that Long Xiuzhu's momentum was rising, exuding a faint chill.

Su Zhanpeng's name blurted out, and the halberd that had already been sacrificed went straight out.

In the thunderous roar, the battle halberd was like thunder, and the Dao Qi turned into a blade and strangled out.

This is an all-out act, and the move is a desperate move, without retaining the slightest backhand, which shows how depressed the resentment in his heart is.

The people who make the halberd are all fierce men among the fierce men, and Su Zhanpeng showed the domineering spirit of the fierce war halberd to the fullest, and even Wen Yiming's spear skills were secretly nodding.

Facing Su Zhanpeng, who was four layers higher than his cultivation, Long Xiuzhu was still rushing forward and brazenly attacking, but he already had a unique combat knife in his hand.

In the hedging attack, many people couldn't see Long Xiuzhu's blade clearly, only to see the black light looming, and it was a heavy knife in a trance.

Wen Yiming's six senses are extraordinary, and he has the blessing of concentration, and he can see it clearly the moment the dragon cultivation bamboo battle knife is sacrificed.

The sword is dark and dark red, the blade is wide and long, like the end of a ship's oar, the straight blade is curved back, the width is moderate and stretched, it is a heavy knife cast for chopping, the concave and convex non-slip handle has four grips, and the tail ring of the handle is a thumb-sized chain wrapped around it, which is extremely rough.

With Wen Yiming's knowledge, it is not difficult to see that this dual-wielding combat knife is completely a violent weapon, and any subtle design has its unique function.

The straight arc is good for chopping, and the chopping is the essence of the knife; the dual-wielding handle with the arc swallow is conducive to changing the handle; the heavy chain wrapped around the end of the handle seems useless, but in fact it can better control the blade, and is stable in short-distance changes and reduces the shock force; perhaps, there is also the role of Amun's chain knife. This is Wen Yiming's analysis at the moment.

At this time, Su Zhanpeng erupted with countless blades coiled around the blasted halberd, and the entire offensive completely enveloped the hedged Long Xiuzhu.

The speed shown by Long Xiuzhu made Wen Yiming frightened, and a series of movements were almost in one go, kicking instantly, rushing forward, one-handed knife, homeopathic upward and middle handlebar double holding, and turning wrist and arm up.

Such complicated movements were completed at the same time in an instant, and a black and red light and shadow swirled into the blade of the war halberd.

'Boom Boom ——!'

The blades were scattered, and only the war halberd was left to fight alone, still blasting out indomitable.

Su Zhanpeng's tiger eyes widened, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, the tiger's mouth burst out, and he still held the halberd and sent it forward, rushing without the slightest pause under his feet.

This is a lifeless and dead attack, leaving no room for power.

Long Xiuzhu's sword shadow spread out, revealing the body of the war knife that was being picked up, and in the sonorous sound, the war halberd was cut into several pieces, showing that Long Xiuzhu's war knife was not an ordinary soldier.

There was deep unwillingness in the eyes of the group Zhanpeng, the war knife in the pupils was smoothly reversed, and the head came, and the murderous aura of Sen Han snorted.

'Whoa——!'

There was only the sound of the sword wind, and there was no sign where the sword passed, and Long Xiuzhu's war knife pointed diagonally at the ground, without a trace of blood, as if it had never been knifed.

The arena was silent, and Su Zhanpeng, who was holding a broken halberd, was still rushing forward.

One meter, Su Zhanpeng's head fell, and there was a sound of rolling in the ring.

Two meters, Su Zhanpeng broke at the waist, and his viscera slipped all over the ground.

Three meters, smashed to the ground from the waist down, blood and flesh splashed everywhere.

After a long time, the arena screamed everywhere, and the name of Long Xiuzhu rose and fell in the audience, and some people couldn't wait to see how the butcher Amon died.

Jumping over the fifth layer and killing easily, Wen Yiming was surprised by Long Xiuzhu's combat power.

The rest area was solemn, and several martial cultivators who were far away from the four positions of the masturbation group had their cheeks bulging, their eyes were bloodshot, and they couldn't wait to tear the Long Xiuzhu on the stage to pieces on the spot.

Wen Yiming knew that the team was the Red Soul Regiment, and Su Zhanpeng had just entered from there.

Sweeping around the rest area, many of the teams had gloomy faces, and anger was full of anger between their eyebrows.

The people of the crocodile group were very silent, and some of them had team members who died in the hands of Long Xiuzhu, and from time to time they glanced at Gong Bin, who had an ugly face.

Wen Yiming retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at a few girls, and he could feel the fluctuations in the hearts of several people.

Yun Duo's face was a little pale, and his hands on his knees dragged the corners of his clothes, as if he had taken on the role; Yue Qimei and Ling Qingping were silent, their legs were very close together, and they looked a little nervous; even Zhong Xiaoshan frowned, but Wen Yiming knew that Zhong Xiaoshan, like Yun Duo, substituted himself into it, as if he was experiencing it firsthand.

Yiqing has no heart and lungs, and from time to time he still says that there is no need to be afraid, and when he meets Amun, he will be miserable.

Sai Yaren and Wen Yiming looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and the solemn look of Amon in the hundred-character ring in the distance showed that there was no chance of winning.

The complicated emotions in the rest area and the screams of the audience did not hinder the fight, and when Long Xiuzhu split the body of the tenth challenger, he floated down in front of Amon amid the support and shouts of countless spectators.

The voice without the slightest emotion floated into the room.

"Sword Demon, Long Xiuzhu!

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