Chapter 421: Killing the God, One Shot to the Head! One

In the Black Rock Arena, the bloody qi was spreading, and some people covered their noses and frowned, but most of the people were getting more and more excited by this pungent smell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Long Xiuzhu brought them unprecedented stimulation, and when they watched the competition in the cross ring, they were unexpectedly excited, but fortunately, from time to time, a ten-game winning streak would be sent to death, so that they could maintain their passion.

During this period, most of the ten consecutive victories automatically gave up continuing the challenge, facing the sword demon, they didn't want to risk their lives, there was no victory or defeat in the hundred-word ring, only life and death.

Of course, there are many people who are not afraid of death, and when they were about to approach Wen Yiming's appearance, Long Xiuzhu had already defended his title nine times, and the birth of a centurion was imminent.

In fact, if it weren't for Long Xiuzhu blocking the way in the hundred-character ring, there would be many fewer centurions on stage to challenge, and two centurions would have it.

At this time, many people remembered the butcher Amon, who also won nineteen games in a row, was one step away from the centurion and lost, and almost died, many people still felt a pity.

The other two were Wen Yiming, and Yun Duo asked him if he needed the strings of strength, and the answer was a nod of yes.

He had to conserve enough physical strength and try to stay in the best condition when facing Long Xiuzhu.

This is the strongest opponent he has encountered among the younger generation so far, aside from cultivation and combat strength, his heart is resolute, calm, cruel, decisive in killing, and his emotions are quite stable.

Wen Yiming admitted to himself that in the early days of the Great Martial Arts, under his full outburst, no one could walk a shot in his hands, but Long Xiuzhu on the first floor of the Great Martial Arts was an exception.

This is an equally violent and fierce melee type martial cultivator, after nineteen observations, he clearly knows that Long Xiuzhu's strength and speed are not below him, it is also a forging body martial cultivation, it is also a special physique, plus the cultivation is a big realm beyond him, his own odds of winning are not high.

It is possible to challenge the sixth or even seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts with Amon's combat power, but it can not last for ten seconds in Long Xiuzhu's hands, which shows that it is a piece of cake for this person to challenge the late stage of the Great Martial Arts.

One person died in the cross ring, and there was one more person from Wen Yiming, who kept talking to himself in his subconscious, kill in seconds, kill in seconds!

He is accustomed to seeing life and death, but he is not an executioner, and he can't help himself in northern Xinjiang. He could only use this subconscious to instill killing thoughts, so that the ten-game winning streak ended in the fastest time, so as to save more physical strength.

As long as you get in the ring and want to rush to the centurion, it will be twenty cross-level challenges. When he and Long Xiuzhu confronted each other, he had nine fewer battles than Long Xiuzhu, which was only such a small advantage.

The aura of concentration has been locked in the cross ring, and at the moment of life and death, Wen Yiming stepped out in a low piano sound.

There was no rush to the stage, and four seconds had passed before standing on the iron pier.

In the field, whether it was the competition area or the audience, when they saw Wen Yiming, they booed everywhere, and whistled again and again. Even judging Gao Tai shook his head and laughed, what kind of excitement did the martial artist make up, or the fifth layer of the martial artist.

Without the bloody excitement of Long Xiuzhu, the audience finally saw a lot of fun and was happy again.

"Wow! isn't it, Martial Master Fifth Layer, is he being funny?"

"It seems to be the captain of the masturbation group.,I remember checking it just now.怂 ā€

"Haha... Is it? The strange team, it must be the vice captain of their team who wants to usurp the throne, so that this white hair can be sent to death. ā€

"Hey, he's in the ring, ready to lift the iron pier, wahaha, the guy who can't measure himself, laughing to death, it's funny!"

"Yes, yes, if this girl doesn't die, I'll take him home, he's quite talented in comedy... Uh,! ā€

ā€œ......ā€

Wei Biao stared at Wen Yiming and raised the iron pier to walk around, he didn't believe his eyes, is this girl going to come to show operation?

Putting down the iron pier, Wen Yiming retreated into the center of the ring while raising his hand and pouring down three bottles of potion, which were the Rejuvenation Potion, the Strength Elixir, and the Huiyuan Elixir. He's going to be in his prime.

Attaching importance to Long Xiuzhu is one reason, and more importantly, he wants to take the position of centurion, so as to better protect the team.

The dragon spear was sacrificed, focusing on the range of thirty meters to envelop the ring, and he had been slowly adjusting his movements before, but at this moment he instantly entered a state of tranquility, and his distracting thoughts cleared himself.

After a long period of subconscious perfusion, there was a pale red in his eyes floating in the pupils, and there was only one killing word in his mind!

This world, this region, this place, can only be merciless!

"Masturbation team leader, Wen Yiming!" subconsciously cooperated with concentration, his voice was indifferent and ruthless, and he had entered the mode of no thoughts and no thoughts.

The words fall, the gun comes out!

'Poof!'

There was a lot of noise in the field, and they were still laughing and discussing the hot topics of the fifth layer of martial arts. I didn't expect that the defender of the second layer of the Great Martial Arts would die.

Wen Yiming stood upright, and the dragon spear that came out with one hand pierced the opponent's throat, and the long knife raised by the opponent did not show the slightest sign of attack, and his eyes were full of puzzlement, he didn't understand how a martial artist's speed could be so fast.

In the process of collecting the gun, the corpse had not yet fallen and had been kicked out by Wei Biao, who had reacted, and looked at Wen Yiming's eyes were quite complicated, it was not that he had not seen the cross-level leapfrog challenge, but it was the first time he had seen such a relaxed and freehand leap in front of him.

Wen Yiming didn't break out any hole cards, not to save true yuan and physical strength; he was in a calm state at the moment, his thinking was clear; in the first game, he didn't need to go all out at all, because the opponent would definitely be slack because of his own cultivation, and even disdain to despise it, with his far superior strength and speed, with the help of the power of the softest without warning, to soften the rigid hair.

Under the negligence of the opponent's defense, it is normal for him to get a shot.

He didn't think about torture and killing, as long as the kill was victorious, torture and killing would increase consumption and be irrational.

When a challenger rushed into the ring and began to raise the iron pier, the field turned from noisy to quiet, and everyone watched in confusion as the defending champion of the Great Martial Arts fell under the stage, and then looked at the white-haired young man who was lifting the dragon spear in unison.

Immediately afterward, two kinds of clamor roared in the field.

The first thing that bore the brunt was the outbreak from the gambling area, yelling to come and place a bet, betting on how far this martial arts cultivator of the fifth layer of the martial artist could go.

The roar on the other side is naturally the audience who suddenly became emotional, and asked the followers to go forward to place bets, or even place heavy bets.

Saiyaren also went, he didn't bite if there were more lice, and he didn't worry if he had more accounts, he asked Yiqing to borrow 100,000 high-grade spirit crystals from public funds, but this time it was shared with Amon in partnership, and Yiqing was also rare and generous, so that Saiyaren could directly buy his eldest brother to be promoted to centurion!

I didn't know until I got to the gambling area how high the odds were!

From the beginning of five consecutive wins, it is a loss of 10, and the promotion to the centurion is an exaggerated loss of 500! Of course, except for Saiyaren who bets on this in the name of masturbating and masturbating, no one will be so stupid!

It's good that a martial artist with five layers can make people bet, and if you want to rush the centurion, you don't know who is crazy.

Sai Yaren happily ran back to the rest area, continued to watch the fight, and smiled so much that he couldn't close his mouth, he believed that this time he would make a sure profit. Amon had fought with Long Xiuzhu, and he had also seen Wen Yiming's battle in the Shadow Ze, and felt that Wen Yiming had a good chance of winning.

Yiqing is a true believer of his eldest brother, and he has been muttering, saying that the eldest brother did not let her manage all his property, otherwise he would have pressed all his net worth.