"Little brother, we know we can't stop you, but you must be careful, if you encounter a strong opponent, you must admit defeat immediately, and it is important to save your life!" The two young cultivators shouted at him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Don't worry, I will take care of the balance!"

Roland turned and smiled at them, looking very relaxed, and stepped into the ring, and as soon as he got into the ring, the crowd was in an uproar.

"The boy from there dares to enter the samurai ring?"

"Do you want to be famous? I don't even want my life anymore, and it's not this way to send my life! ”

"Haha! There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell for you to break into, this time I see how you are arrogant in front of me! ”

Syros stood in a high stand in the samurai arena, staring at Roland as he stepped into the ring, with a hideous smile on his face.

At this time, a young man dressed in sackcloth, carrying a spear, stepped into the ring, he looked like he was seventeen or eight years old, and he had cultivated to reach the eighth level of a samurai, and to be able to cultivate to the eighth level of a samurai at this age was also a genius samurai.

The young man in sackcloth raised the spear in his hand and said confidently: "Loulan Guan Xiahu, the first one to give you a hand, Your Excellency will draw your sword and fight!" ”

"You don't deserve my sword to draw, if I do, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

Roland shook his head slightly, released his right hand pressed on the Qing Ying Sword, looked at the Mai boy and smiled.

"Bold!"

The Mai boy mobilized the battle qi of his whole body, and after shaking the spear slightly, he quickly slammed into Roland, with the sharpness of his forward charge, even if it was a ninth-level samurai, he had to retreat from the three.

"Whew!" Roland stood in the center of the ring, not moving at all, but when the spear reached his body, his body twisted slightly, and then his right hand was raised and grabbed, and he took the sheep with a move, and threw the Mai boy out of his side.

"Ahh The Mai boy exclaimed, couldn't hold his feet, and rushed directly out of the ring, falling with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Thank you, mercy!" The young man in sackcloth got up from the ground, looked up at Roland in the ring with some awe, and saluted with a slight fist, thanking him for not drawing his sword, otherwise, he would definitely not be what he is now.

After that, the second game, win! The third game, win! Fourth, win!

Roland stood in the center of the ring, steady as a rock, and all cultivators who challenged, no matter how strong their cultivation was, all of them were knocked out of the ring with one move, without exception.

"This is the waste that your family expelled from? You see, even the ninth-level warriors were knocked out of the ring by him with one move, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back. Mi Lei's tone was full of suspicion, and she stared at Roland with some curiosity.

Luo Chong pursed his lips unconvinced, and said, "This waste doesn't know what medicine he has taken?" All at once it is majestic! ”

"Not convinced? You also take medicine, go to the ring and try it! Mi Lei glared at Luo Zhong fiercely, her ass moved to the side, and her gaze at Roland became even more intense, and even her heart was pounding.

Roland is too young, but his strength is too strong, an ordinary ninth-level martial artist, let alone forcing him to use his sword, can't even force him to take a step back.

"He should comprehend a certain artistic conception to the realm of Dacheng, if he can't break his artistic conception, anyone who gets into the ring will only be shot down by him with one move."

Graal pressed the long sword at his waist, with a little smile on his face, and said, "Haha! Don't you know who he is? ”

"What identity?" The crowd asked.

Glaal introduced: "He is the Three Towns Hunter Roland, on the eve of the Green Grass Festival, with the cultivation of a seventh-level warrior, he can compete with a first-level knight genius, with his cultivation speed, maybe he has reached the eighth level, unless it is a ninth-level warrior who has been deposited for more than five years, otherwise no one can defeat him." ”

"Haha! It turned out to be the well-known Three Towns Hunter, and I will meet him for a while. On the viewing platform, a stout man carried a machete, kicked his feet violently, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and flew to the ring.

"Your Excellency the Hunter, I, Angel, are here to take the fifth game, you have to pay attention, this machete of mine weighs five hundred catties, and once it is waved and chopped, even a stubborn stone will be split in half." Angel Road.

All the samurai who were able to win five consecutive battles in the samurai arena were almost all ninth-level cultivators who had been deposited for more than five years, and only a few geniuses were cultivators who had just broken through the ninth-level samurai.

Ingres was a ninth-level warrior who had been in the industry for five years, more than seven feet tall, with arms thicker than Roland's thighs, and muscles all over his body that covered his clothes.

"Angel is a natural divine power, after five years of deposition in the ninth-level realm, he can burst out with a power of three thousand five hundred catties, and the Hunter King is probably going to be defeated!"

Hearing everyone's discussions, Mi Lei didn't know why, but she was also worried about Roland, after all, it was a ninth-level warrior who had been deposited for five years, and a ninth-level warrior who had just broken through, and it was not a strength level at all.

"Whew!" Angel roared, and the bones of his whole body made a "gaba gaba" sound, and a pair of arms danced the machete, forming a cyclone and making a whining sound.

"Crazy Demon Sword Technique!" Angel used a kind of low-grade martial art, bursting out all his power and slashing at Roland from top to bottom.

Under such a fierce slash, no matter how strong Roland's cultivation is, he will definitely dodge, and as long as he dodges, his follow-up moves will come one after another, defeating Roland with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai.

"Bang!" Roland did not hesitate to punch his right hand, smashing the edge of the machete, and the huge impact force blasted Angel and the machete into the ring.

"How... How so? Are his hands made of iron? ”

Ingres looked at the gap on the machete, forgot to get up from the ground, looked up at Roland standing in the center of the ring, and was a little confused for a while? He only knew that he was smashed out of the ring by the opponent's punch.

Roland's right hand is not cast in iron, but it hides the Nine Transformations Ruyi Sword, and the moment of the exchange just now, it was actually the battle between the Nine Transformations Ruyi Sword and the machete, but no one could see it clearly.

"Even if his hands are made of iron, his strength must reach at least four thousand catties to knock Angel upside down and fly off the ring."

Glaar's eyes became solemn, because he didn't see clearly just now, what the hell was going on? One can only guess.

"Impossible! Even if it is a ninth-level warrior who has been deposited for ten years, very few people can increase their strength to four thousand catties. ”

Graar grinned slightly, "Wait and see!" It's only the fifth game now, and the samurai who will appear behind will only get stronger and stronger, and someone will always try his strengths and weaknesses, and if he can hold out until the seventh game, I will definitely go to the ring myself and defeat him. ”

At this time, Luo Zhong and Mi Lei were also very shocked, Roland's strength was completely beyond their imagination.