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Whether it was the audience or the mercenaries who participated in the competition, they all inadvertently increased their breathing in the solemn atmosphere, and even the high-level judges put down the teacups in their hands and secretly looked forward to it.

At this moment, the cross ring spontaneously stopped fighting, Wei Biao did not continue to roar and insult, but leaned on the iron pier with deep brows, looked at the two people who were retreating step by step, and hung the two Wu Xiu who had spent sixty seconds in the cross ring on the spot.

The team members were especially nervous, all of them clenched their fists, and involuntarily tensed their bodies, only Amon had a silver needle with a five-door heart, and his heart was independent and his breath was stable, but he still raised his head slightly, and stared at the battle situation with his eyes narrow.

Although Yiqing blindly worshiped Wen Yiming, he also knew that Long Xiuzhu was not easy to deal with, so he stopped counting gold coins and eating pastries, and his little hands shook each other silently and repeatedly chanted in his heart, Big Brother won all battles, won all battles!

Except for the team, everyone's mood is very complicated, initially because they have bet in the gambling area and affected, just like buying a horse in their hearts to keep shouting the name of their bets, hoping to make a big profit.

By the time the two of them retreated step by step, with the evil and brutal aura emanating from the sword demon's body, as well as the strong killing intent exuded by Wen Yiming's body, everyone forgot about the bet, and was replaced by the atmosphere as if they were in it.

One is a sword demon who abuses and kills for fun, with nineteen consecutive wins, no blood will come out of the edge, no opponents will be corpses, and the field will be full of blood.

One is a killing god with a headshot, ten games and ten souls, the gun is invincible, all of them are fatal with one shot, and there is no life.

Sword Demon vs Killing God, although the cultivation span is large, no one has seen the bottom line of the two so far, both of them are one move to see the fierce man of life and death, which makes the chessboard ending.

'Oooo

The sound of the two people synchronizing the landing is exactly the same as the countdown seconds.

The eyes of each other from near to far, never moved away, and they all saw admiration and confidence in the eyes of the other party.

Admire the opponent's psychological quality and accurate grasp of time.

Being confident in the other person is a stepping stone on your own growth path.

"Bang bang!"

Ten steps to the ground, the two explosions sounded tacitly, as if they were synchronized, and the two explosions sounded like one, in no particular order.

The ring shook violently, and the diagonal edge of the tough and firm black rock ring left two deep footprints, densely cracked.

Long Xiuzhu soared like an arrow from the string, shot out, leaned forward with his left shoulder, leaned forward at the limit, and formed a forty-five degree angle with the ground, and the sword was placed behind to bring up a black glow, driven by the white-clothed figure, pulling out a series of afterimages.

Wen Yiming didn't seem to move, until a strong wind came up from behind, and then the remnant that stood in place was scattered, and the speed of its explosive wind step was the same as that of Long Xiuzhu, as fast as lightning.

At the same time, it was a slanted shoulder charge, the Ziyan dragon spear was reversed, and behind the black figure that was rushing forward at extreme speed, the spear head dragged the ground and sparks splashed, and a scratch was clearly visible.

For the first time, Wen Yiming relied on the ** burst speed, and his speed was a little slower than Long Xiuzhu.

To the strong enemy's leapfrogging, the moment of hedging actually fell into the downwind, Wen Yiming's face remained unchanged, his mind moved, and the spiritual void space exploded, he didn't dare to have any reservations.

'Bang!'

The essence of blood exploded, and the sacrifice exploded.

Death will instantly melted into the killing intent around him, and the black figure that rushed forward was filled with a faint red mist, and his speed soared.

A trace of purple mist revealed the dragon spear behind itself, and the extreme soaring speed actually dragged out several rays of light and shadow from the dragon coiled on it.

Everyone wanted to rub their eyes, and they saw several dragon shadows dragging out behind Wen Yiming, rushing in the purple mist that spread out, as if they were forcing a breath to roar angrily.

Long Xiuzhu frowned for the first time, the two were one hundred and fifty meters apart, and the moment he charged sideways, he was one step ahead of the speed, and at this moment, the other party actually forced him.

From the moment of the eruption of the kick charge, the 150-meter hedge can be said to be close in less than a second, and life and death can be decided.

However, the precise control of time by the two can still adjust extremely quickly in the fraction of a second that bursts out.

Long Xiuzhu didn't realize that he was frowning, but two words had already been born in his heart, fierce enemy!

He faced it squarely and didn't dare to leave his hand!

'Whew!'

The faint sound came from Long Xiuzhu's arms, spreading all over his body along his arms, the cold hair trembled, and the black and red spots instantly raised from his hands, and in an instant, they were like one with the war knife.

A low cry shook out of Long Xiuzhu's throat, as dull as ventriloquism.

Wen Yiming's concentration aura covered the entire ring, and he discovered Long Xiuzhu's abnormality at the first time, and then heard a low and muffled roar, Wen Yiming's pupils shrank, and he inadvertently gritted his teeth.

The scene that caught his eyes made his calm heart fluctuate, and Long Xiuzhu's pupilless eyes spread out a trace of black and red lines, like a magic pattern glowing with vitality, and suddenly it was densely spread across the entire face, like a lifelike mask, weird and evil.

And at this moment, Long Xiuzhu's eyes unexpectedly floated pupils as red as snow, exuding a faint bloody aura.

Is this the secret method of the altar, or is it his special physique? Wen Yiming couldn't be sure, but he was sure of one thing, it was dangerous!

In the extremely fast charge, his thinking did not fall, if it was the secret method of the altar, how could it be compared to Qin Li of Qingyun Castle, this kind of aura was more than ten times more than ten times, and the special physique should not be underestimated, the special physique he had come into contact with was not one, the charm body of the night dance frost, and the jade body of Dongfang Zhiyu, none of which had the violent aura of Long Xiuzhu's eyes.

The two of them adjusted their eruptions one after another in their frantic hedging, and the speed of the charge was like two black and white balls of light that were launched, and then dragged the black light and purple mist light curtains, dazzling to the extreme.

One hundred and fifty meters to attack and charge, with the strength of two people in less than a second.

The two of them accurately controlled the time and distance, and when they were fifty meters apart, they had already burst into a move.

"Drink!"

"Uh... Roar!"

Long Xiuzhu took off into the air, shouted violently, and was instantly drowned by Wen Yiming's beast-like thunderous roar.

A circle of shockwaves burst through layers of qi in the black figure that burst out.

Synchronous soaring into the air, under the sharp increase in speed, the sword and dragon spear both shot.

Long Xiuzhu double-held his arms and turned his wrists like flowing water, a circle of black mangs rolled up from behind, and the war knife was in the twisted waist and arms, with dozens of knives and mangs immediately slashed down, the air seemed to be split, and exploded again and again in the whining sound.

With a knife, the fury is like the momentum of opening the mountain, and the veritable force splits Huashan!

Wen Yiming was not slow, his left hand grabbed the tail of the dragon spear that had already been raised, and it was also converted into dual wielding, and when he violently penetrated out, he crossed his waist and swung his arms, and when he let go of his left hand and waved violently, the dragon spear rushed out with one hand.

'Ang!'

The dragon sings, and all voices surrender!

The purple qi rushed with endless killing intent in the dragon's groan, like a river bursting an embankment, and it was gone.

The most exaggerated thing is that the several dragon-shaped phantoms that were dragged up behind him actually chased after them in the sound of the dragon's groan, and almost rolled up with the dragon spear on Long Xiuzhu's war knife.

Wen Yiming's eyes were shining, and he watched the dragon shadow finally disappear into purple qi, and a realization flashed in his mind.