Everyone's faces froze, and they looked at the gladiatorial arena in disbelief, the speed just now was so fast that no one could see exactly when it happened.

Soon, a sharp-eyed man pointed to the back of Scarface's head and shouted, "Look at ......"

Only then did the others see that there was a bloody hole in the back of Scar's head, which was still bleeding.

"He... His sword is too fast......"

"How so, how did he do it?"

......

Everyone gasped, it was hard to imagine how fast Xue Ye's sword was just now, how tricky the angle was, who could avoid this sword?

Xue Luocheng's eyes were also dull, he thought that Xue Ye would die, and the situation of killing Scarface with one sword was unexpected no matter what, in addition to the accident, it was more distressing, outlaws like Scarface stayed in the black market for the town, and such a fierce fighter was not easy to find.

"Xue Luocheng, I will pay you back one thousand taels of silver, and all the three thousand taels of silver will be pressed, hurry up and clean up the venue and prepare for the next one, but don't find me some unbeaten waste!"

Xue Ye swept over Xue Luocheng indifferently.

"You, good!"

Xue Luocheng gritted his teeth angrily, and said to the person behind him: "Go and find me the lame!"

Soon, in the dark passage, a limping middle-aged man walked out, with unkempt hair and a gloomy face, one leg turned out to be made of iron, and he was on a pitch-black cane.

"It's... This is the black market's red belt boxer, the iron leg lame, who actually alarmed him?"

"Xue Ye is a member of the Xue family, is he so cruel to his own people?"

"There are only a handful of red belt boxers in the black market, and this iron-legged cripple is the best among red belt boxers, it can be seen that Xue Luocheng wants Xue Ye's life......"

......

In the stands, another wave of shock sounded, although Xue Ye could kill Scarface, but the iron-legged lame man in front of him was a hundred times more ferocious than the former, legend has it that he was once a famous murderer in the Tianwu Kingdom, and he was famous, and later offended the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Valley, and his leg was broken by the sword, so he could only live in the black market playing black boxing.

The iron-legged lame man entered the gladiatorial arena, looked at the long sword in Xue Ye's hand with gloomy eyes, and revealed a rich murderous intent: "The person I hate the most in this life is the person who uses the sword, I originally wanted you to die happily, but now I have changed my mind, I want to smash the bones on your body one by one!"

"Although you have installed a prosthetic leg, it seems to make up for the flaws, but your heart is broken, there are flaws everywhere, and it is easy to kill you!"

Xue Ye looked each other up and down a few times, his expression was cold, and he spoke indifferently.

"He even dared to provoke the lame, he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead!"

"That's right, the cripple is the eightfold cultivation of the Forging Body Realm, and the iron leg can kick a hundred Scarfaces to death, hmph, it angered him, and Xue Ye will definitely be worse than dead later!"

Xue Luocheng's two entourages sneered.

"Boy, you are the most ignorant young man I have ever seen, arrogance has to pay the price!"

The iron leg cripple suddenly struck, and the iron crutch struck out with electricity, smashing into Xue Ye's head, this is one of his stunts, 'Bone Crusher', once hit, the enemy's bones will definitely be shattered.

Xue Ye's pupils shrank, and the opponent's attack angle and speed were in full view, and he only took half a step back to avoid the opponent's attack.

A hint of ferocity flashed in the corner of the iron leg's lame man's eyes, and he stepped into the middle lane, and the iron leg turned into a blade-like arc, directly taking Xue Ye's lower ribs.

Anyone who has seen the iron-legged lame man competes knows very well, once he makes a move, he will kill frequently, until he knocks down the opponent, otherwise he will never give up.

When the iron leg lame man is not lame, all his kung fu is on the legs, and his 'iron Buddha feet' is the stunt he relies on to survive, and the martial artists below the eightfold perfection of the quenching realm have few opponents, and now although the right leg is cut off, it is replaced with an iron leg, and the power does not decrease but increases.

He saw that Xue Ye was not an ordinary teenager, so he shot with all his strength, and this kick used eight or nine points of skill, with an arc like a sickle and a strength like a cannon hammer.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to stop it.

Xue Ye was not flustered, seeing that a kick was about to kick his lower ribs, he did not choose to dodge or resist, but directly cast the 'sword step' and rushed away.

Xue Ye's calculation was extremely accurate, just stepping forward, he actually avoided the killing center of the opponent's leg, drawing his sword and stabbing the sword in one go, which was his strongest killing move, the five-step sword technique.

Within five steps, 100 people are not blocked.

Although it is a basic swordsmanship, it is still a terrifying killing move after practicing to perfection, and there are no flaws at all.

With the help of the speed of the sword step, Xue Ye used the sword technique to the fullest.

The cold sword qi slashed through like electricity, and even the iron-legged lame man who had seen countless scenes of life and death showed a look of horror, but it was too late to dodge.

Puff puff......

The iron leg lame staggered back, but there were five or six more blood holes on his chest, and the blood kept coming out, and he was already unsteady on his feet, and he fell to the ground after a few shakes, and soon lost his life.

One sword, the same sword killed the iron-legged lame man in seconds.

The audience was silent, looking at Xue Ye in the gladiatorial arena sluggishly.

"He... Has he regained his original cultivation......

"Many people have forgotten that he was the son of Tianjiao in the city of songs......"

......

Xue Ye's strong performance completely conquered everyone, if it is said that killing Scarface is the latter's carelessness, but in the competition with the iron leg lame, everyone saw that when the iron leg cripple attacked with all his strength, Xue Ye still only made a sword and wiped out the opponent.

If it was placed three years ago, it was not unusual for Xue Ye to be so strong, but now, Xue Ye's inability to cultivate is already known to everyone in Ruge City, and his strong comeback at this time is really unacceptable for a while.

"How can this be ......"

Xue Luocheng's face was still not just shocked, but frightened, could the thing he was most worried about happen?

"No, there was an internal breath in his attack just now, at least the sixfold Forging Body Realm, when would he be able to cultivate?"

Because Xue Ye's sword was too fast, Xue Luocheng didn't realize this at first, and only then did he react, and looked at the other party in horror, how could this be, didn't Wu Yunfei guarantee that the other party would never be able to stand up again?

"No, we must not let him get out of here alive today!"

Xue Luocheng's face was cloudy, and his fists were clenched very tightly.

"I killed the red belt boxer, the bet ratio is one to five, just now I pressured three thousand taels of silver, should get fifteen thousand taels of silver, plus the previous three thousand taels of silver, a total of eighteen thousand taels of silver, now all as a bet to press, hurry up and arrange the next opponent!"

Xue Ye glanced at Xue Luocheng and calculated that the other party would never let him leave easily.

"Hurry up and report the situation here to Young Master Yunfei!"

In the stands, two thieves muttered quietly, and then quietly left the black market.

"Arrange for Arnold to play!"

Xue Luocheng calmed down and said to the entourage behind him.

"Yes!"

Hearing the name 'Arnold', the attendant's face also showed fear, and then he answered and left.

Not long after, a black-robed man with an indifferent face walked out of the dark passage, and when everyone saw his face clearly, the scene suddenly exploded: "It's him, even the cold-faced swordsman was alarmed!"

"The cold-faced swordsman Arnold, but he is the ace in the black market, and he has not tasted defeat in the black market!"

"Not only that, according to rumors, the cold-faced swordsman used to be the peripheral killer of the Forgotten Worry Building, the murderous aura in the sword aura is very strong, and the sword must be killed, otherwise it will never be returned to the sheath, Xue Ye is dead now!"

......

The bangs on Xue Ye's forehead were blown by the harsh wind, and his eyes were also sharply looking at the indifferent man in black who walked out of the dark passage.

"Did you kill the cripple?"

The cold-faced swordsman walked into the gladiatorial arena and questioned Xue Ye with a cold gaze, the temperature around him seemed to be dropping, and it was much colder.

"Yes!"

Xue Ye replied.

"You're a swordsman?"

The cold-faced swordsman asked again.

"Yes!"

Xue Ye replied again.

"Good!"

"Oh?"

"It's been a long time since there has been a swordsman worthy of my sword in this black market, and today it's time to sacrifice this cold-blooded sword in my hand with your blood!"

The cold-faced swordsman smiled coldly, revealing his white teeth.

"You're a black belt?"

Xue Ye looked at the other party's appearance and asked indifferently.

"Yes!"

The cold-faced swordsman was stunned.

"Are you the ace in this black market?"

Xue Ye asked again.

"Yes!"

The cold-faced swordsman replied again.

"Good!"

"Good?"

"Kill you and earn more silver taels!"

Xue Ye looked at the notary office on the sidelines, he was a white belt boxer, if he defeated a black belt boxer, the bet ratio was one to six, and the other party was the ace in the black market, the ratio was one to seven, this is the rule in the black market.

Just now, he had already bet 18,000 taels of silver, and according to the ratio of 1 to 7, if he was killed, he would get 126,000 taels of silver, plus the capital was 144,000 taels of silver, so he also paid Wu Yunfei's 100,000 taels and 44,000 taels of change.

"Kill me, haha, many masters who came to the black market wanted to kill me, but there was only one end in the end, and that was to become a blood sacrifice of my sword!"

The cold-faced sword smiled politely.

"Your sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that it's really humiliating in your hands!"

Xue Ye shook his head.

"Well, if you kill me, the sword will be yours!"

The cold-faced swordsman said disdainfully.

"That's exactly what I meant!"

Xue Yexing's eyes were wide, and his cold eyes were extremely penetrating.

"Then let's do it!"

The cold-faced swordsman draws his sword.

"Wait a minute!"

"Are you scared?"

"Since you are a self-proclaimed swordsman, do you dare me to compete with the sword drawing style?"

Xue Ye asked.

"Draw your sword?"

"How?"

"Okay, do you want to choose the way to die?

The cold-faced swordsman nodded.

The two were separated by a distance of seven or eight meters, placing their hands on the hilt of their swords, and their breaths locked on each other.

Hundreds of people in the stands were silent, watching the battle with their breath, but they didn't even dare to blink, for fear that they would miss the life-and-death duel between the two in an instant.

Xue Luocheng was also very nervous, the person he was most afraid of stood up again, although he only had the sixfold cultivation of the Forging Body Realm now, his attainments in the way of the sword could be called a master.

Although the cold-faced swordsman has never been defeated in the black market, he can't help but be a little worried.