Hua Rong's appearance made Wen Yiming a real killer, not only because Zhong Xiaoshan was injured, but also because the crocodile group had become a mortal enemy with him, and Gong Bin's death made him very unhappy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the afterglow, seeing Gong Bin and the others' ugly faces, he secretly sneered in his heart. The rules of the Blackstone Arena are clearly written that once you have received your number plate, you cannot exit. Several martial cultivators who had not been in the ring before were all taken away by the guards, and the outcome was self-evident.

Hua Rong's cultivation is not low, and after putting down the iron pier, he faced Wen Yiming, although there was fear in his eyes, he was not completely devoid of fighting spirit.

didn't sign up, he directly took out a shield and a single knife, and used the shield to protect his throat, and then sneered and signed up.

When Wen Yiming was at his exit, the suppression of killing intent burst out instantly, and when the word 'Huarong' suddenly delayed, it was known that the cultivation was suppressed, and the dragon spear in his hand burst out.

Target, throat behind the shield!

He could see from Hua Rong's slightly playful eyes that the other party would definitely admit defeat in time at the first time of the fight.

Defending the title nine times in a row, although it is only nine shots, Wen Yiming's true yuan has consumed nearly thirty percent, which shows how huge the consumption of this kind of leapfrogging explosion without using hole cards is.

In the past, every time he finished fighting, the remaining true yuan was always much more than his spiritual power, and this time, with the battle body with the true yuan as the main force, he understood that his true yuan seemed to be strong, but in fact, there was a certain gap with his spiritual power, which proved that he had relied on spiritual power for a long time, and gradually abandoned the true yuan and cultivation.

If there was no mental power at this time, he asked himself, it would be extremely difficult to challenge the late stage of the Great Martial Arts.

These reflections are not in the present, but in the fifth scene, they have been deeply examining themselves.

And at this moment, in the face of Hua Rong, who wanted to wait for his own shot and admit defeat, Wen Yiming's killing intent suppressed and the dragon spear burst out almost at the same time, and for the first time he let out a loud shout in his mouth.

With the foundation of a battle howl, his roar was more intimidating than that of ordinary martial cultivators.

Cheering, with the momentum of the gun, the dragon spear that burst out accelerated in response, and the strong wind brought out violently shook the hair of the two people.

"Ho ah——!"

Loud and loud, the audience was noisy, and there was no murmur, only a hoarse and domineering roar.

Hua Rong was suppressed by the killing intent to cultivate, and as soon as he blurted out his name in shock, he saw the dragon roaring and rushing, and as soon as the words that wanted to admit defeat came to his mouth, he was suppressed back by Wen Yiming's violent roar.

Frightened, he finally realized the fear of the first nine revenants before their deaths, and as soon as the dragon lance came out, he had no chance to blurt out the words 'I admit defeat'.

At this moment, Hua Rong almost bit off his tongue, and held the round shield with one arm with cohesion, and after the right hand slashed the shield obliquely, Zhen Yuan frantically transported to the right arm, assisting the round shield to defend and resist, and at the same time violently kicked the ground under his feet and wanted to retreat.

Nine consecutive games without anyone withdrawing from the dragon spear offensive, and Hua Rong, who was suppressed to the third layer of the Great Martial Arts, was not good, but it did not prevent him from instinctively dying and struggling.

Wen Yiming's face remained unchanged, and a coldness appeared in his heart. secretly laughed at Hua Rong's preconceived ideas, and he only knew how to protect his throat.

In the accurate perception, the dragon spear instantly reached the shield surface, Wen Yiming's hand sank slightly, the trajectory of the tip of the spear suddenly changed, and he walked away, rubbing the round shield as if it had slipped, and rushed straight to the door of Huarong.

Horrified again, and for the last time!

Hua Rong's round eyes did not have any superfluous emotions except fear, and the center of his brain was blank, and he had even forgotten what death was.

Before the gun arrived, the murderous wind at the tip of the gun had pierced Hua Rong's eyebrows with a blood groove, and at this moment, he had the only feeling, pain!

"欻~嘭——!"

The sound of the dragon spear entering the bones was released, and then it was covered by an explosion, and the skull shook open, like a watermelon, flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and Hua Rong's retreat only broke out at this moment.

A headless body holding a single knife with a round shield walked backwards in the ring, and with the power of the dragon spear, it retreated so fast that it fell off the ring in the blink of an eye.

Shaking his arm, the dragon spear hummed softly, and the blood on it was not stained.

This is Wen Yiming's first abuse in the audience, and its bloodiness is not lower than Long Xiuzhu's whole torture, the scene was silent for a moment, and then roared, as if he had eaten a stimulant, hysterical roaring and applauding.

"Plug ——! a lung~~~, you really have to shoot your head!"

"It's so enjoyable, this time I made a lot of money, and I feasted my eyes. ”

"Long Xiuzhu has an opponent, let's see who they stand in the end. ”

"Sword Demon vs. God of Killing, the gamble is open, hurry up, go bet on me, buy... Kill the gods!"

", you are very confident in killing gods, the sword demon is nearly six layers higher than the cultivation, or a cross-level, you think about it carefully..."

"Really? what? etc... Or buy a knife demon!"

"Speed, speed, help me bet on the sword demon. ”

"Just with a headshot to kill the god, I'll top him, why are you stunned? Go and bet on Lao Tzu to kill the god!"

"Don't make a fuss, here we go..."

The Blackstone arena fell silent, and everyone turned their eyes to the hundred-character ring, because Wen Yiming was already standing on it with a gun.

The cross ring continued to fight, but no one paid attention, and even Wei Biao cast his eyes over.

The defending champion of the 100-word ring has a lot of rest, and Wen Yiming also has thirty seconds of respite when he jumps into the ring.

The central ring, 100 meters long and wide, the two faced each other indifferently.

Sword Demon vs God Killer!

Long Xiuzhu's white clothes were stained with blood, and the black and red war knife was pointed obliquely at the ground, his emotions were not wavering, and the rising battle spirit was getting stronger and stronger.

Wen Yiming was dressed in black and had white hair, and the dragon spear stood like a mountain, his face was expressionless, and there was a trace of murderous intent all over his body.

Silent!

Thirty seconds passed, and the two looked at each other calmly and without the slightest emotion.

"You're strong!"

The two spoke in unison!

Long Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of Wen Yiming's mouth turned up, revealing a touch of recognition between them.

"Masturbation team leader, Wen Yiming!

Long Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows again, and his pupilless eyes showed a touch of appreciation.

Seeking defeat, he could hear a strong confidence in this simple name of self-preservation.

"Sword Demon, Long Xiuzhu!

The voice was flat and clear, but it revealed endless pride.

Wen Yiming knew that Long Xiuzhu's words meant that he had crossed shoulders with death countless times, but no one could survive from his knife.

At ten seconds, the two of them simultaneously retreated with knives and guns, pulling the distance away, showing the precise control of time by the two of them.

The natural step back, not slow, one second at a time.

Separated by a diagonal, the two men are already 100 meters apart.

The same choice of tacit understanding means that the fighting styles of the two are extremely similar.

It is also a melee weapon, and if the distance is so huge, it must be a hedging attack.

The sound of the two of them falling into everyone's ears was clear, as if they were stepping on their hearts.

The defender and the challenger retreated at the same time, and the momentum did not fade, but rose layer by layer.

The sword demon lived up to its name, when he took nine steps back, his eyes had no pupils, he couldn't see the slightest line, it was pitch black, it was extremely weird, and the sword was swirling with a trace of black gas.

The killing god lived up to expectations, counting down to nine seconds, full of murderous aura, hunting in clothes, windless and automatic, and white hair like a group of demons dancing.

Before the battle, the momentum of the two has climbed to the peak.

The scene was silent, the needle drop could be heard, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

Occasionally, you can hear the crunch of fist bones.