"The eightieth battle, the sword is dustless!"

The referee took a deep breath and slowly pronounced a name.

Rao is a referee who is accustomed to seeing countless blood-boiling battles, and at this moment, his palms are also slightly sweaty, and he whispered to Ling Feng: "General Ling, in the next battle, it is best not to be overpowered, everything is focused on victory, and it is not necessary to defeat the enemy in one move." ”

Ling Feng smiled faintly at the referee and nodded slightly, "I understand, thank you seniors for reminding me." ”

"Alright, the battle begins!"

With the referee's order, the two sides stood still and drew each other's swords.

Jian Wuchen, ranked twenty-first in the Hundred Battles Heaven List, is a martial artist at the peak of the Shenyuan Realm, and his strength is extremely strong.

In fact, he is even the closed disciple of General Wang Mengwang!

"Wang Meng, this time it's your apprentice, do you think that Ling Feng can still defeat the enemy with one move?"

In the VIP seats on the high platform, Li Qing and Wang Meng, two veterans, had already been shocked by Ling Feng's performance.

Seventy-nine games in a row, defeating the enemy in one move, how perverted this Ling Feng's strength is!

Wang Meng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and snorted lightly: "Hmph, with my earth-shattering swordsmanship, is it ordinary?"

Speaking of his swordsmanship, there was a hint of pride on Wang Meng's face, "Even if that Ling Feng can win, it will never be possible to kill my closed disciple in seconds!"

"Not really. ”

Su Dongling, who was on the side, suddenly smiled faintly, "That's it, General Wang, General Li, and Sun Junshi, it's boring to look like this, why don't we take a gamble?"

"Bet on it!" Wang Meng, as a veteran of a hundred battles, naturally has his own pride, Jian Wuchen can be regarded as his true inheritance, and he naturally has confidence in his disciples.

"Mr. Su, how do you want to bet?"

Wang Meng said in a deep voice.

"Just bet on whether Ling Feng will be able to defeat General Wang's apprentice with one move. Su Dongling took out a porcelain bottle from the Naling ring, "I have a dragon true fire pill here, taking this pill can enhance the strength of the fire rules, General Wang is interested?"

"Dragon True Fire Pill!"

Wang Meng swallowed his saliva, he was also a fire cultivator, so he naturally coveted the Dragon True Fire Pill.

When a martial artist reaches the king level (Divine Sea Realm), the cultivation of the Yuan Soul enters another stage: the rules of the comprehension attribute.

Any elixir that can enhance the power of rules is even more valuable than ordinary heaven-level exercises.

Wang Meng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Wang asked himself that he is far from being able to compare with Mr. Su's net worth, I don't know what Mr. wants to bet with me?"

"I heard that General Wang got a Heavenly Refining Divine Stone half a year ago!"

Su Dongling's eyes narrowed slightly, just staring at Wang Meng, and his meaning was self-evident.

The corners of Wang Meng's mouth twitched slightly, refining the Heavenly God Stone, this is a strange stone outside the sky, and it has all kinds of miraculous effects.

It can be used to create immortal weapons, and it can also be used for alchemy, and there are different opinions.

Su Dongling, as the first poison master of the empire, is also an alchemist first of all, and he is quite interested in this refining heavenly god stone.

"No, no, no. Wang Meng shook his head again and again, "It's not easy to refine the Heavenly God Stone, so Mr. should change something else!"

"Oh?" Su Dongling smiled faintly and looked at Wang Meng with a smile, "Could it be that General Wang has no confidence in his disciple, thinking that he can't even catch a move from that General Ling?"

"Joke!" Wang Meng gritted his teeth and said horizontally: "Okay! I can bet with you, but I must have three Dragon True Fire Pills, otherwise I don't have to talk about it!"

"Three is three!"

Su Dongling took out two more porcelain bottles, "There are three of them here, if you lose, General Wang, you should know what I do!"

The corners of Wang Meng's mouth twitched slightly, the name of the first poison master of the empire is not to be said, using poison to invisibly offend him, I am afraid I don't know how he died.

Su Dongling smiled faintly and looked at Li Qing and Sun Boce, "General Li, Sun Junshi, are you also here to gamble?"

"Hehe......" Li Qing sneered: "General Ben never gambles ......"

Sun Boce also waved his hand, they were dustless and unrelated to the sword, there was no need to follow the blind mixing.

And looking at this posture, it is very likely that Ling Feng will lose his sword in one move without dust, and they are embarrassed to pit their old comrades-in-arms!

Wang Meng gritted his teeth and directly took out a blue-black stone, "Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, if Jian Wuchen, the little Wang Balamb, can't even catch Ling Feng's move, Lao Tzu will strip his skin and expel him from the division!"

"Then we'll see!"

Su Dongling's eyes looked at the Hundred Battles Arena, and he secretly said in his heart: Ling Feng, Ling Feng, if you help me win, I will give you a big gift!

......

On the arena.

Poor Jian Wuchen didn't know that he had shouldered such a big "mission", and he still maintained a cool expression.

If he knew that he would be skinned by Wang Meng after he was defeated by one move, he was afraid that he would not be able to be so calm at this moment.

Jian Wuchen adjusted his breathing slightly, stared at Ling Feng with his eyes, and saluted his fists quite chicly, with a little respect in his eyes, "General Ling, your strength, Jian Mou is ashamed of himself, but I also have my own pride, this battle, I will not admit defeat." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ling Feng nodded, and bowed back, knowing that he couldn't do it, this sword was dustless, and he could be regarded as a respectable opponent.

"You must defeat me with one move!" Jian Wuchen's eyes flashed with excitement, "I also want to see General Ling break the myth of the Linghu Imperial Sword, however, I will never keep my hand, otherwise, it will be an insult to the myth of a move, and it will also be an insult to you!"

There was a trace of curvature on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and he said lightly: "Brother Sword, let's make a move." ”

"Okay!" Jian Wuchen roared excitedly, "The swordsmanship of the earth-shattering flow drives the fluctuation of the power of space, General Ling, be careful!"

Zheng!

The sword is unsheathed!

Circles of water ripples rippled in the space around Ling Feng, as beautiful as ripples, but with the terrifying destructive power that tore through the space.

The earth-shattering flow is to use the power of tearing and the power of space as the medium to give full play to the edge of the sword.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he only felt that the swordsman who had created this earth-shattering stream was definitely a rare kendo wizard in the world.

This sword was a full blow from Jian Wuchen, without sparing the slightest hand, which was his respect for Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's figure was still standing firmly in place, unmoving.

Let the force of the sky collapse be pressed, and let the tearing force sweep away.

The heaven-shattering sword seemed to have crossed the sun, moon and stars, slashed the dreams of mountains and rivers, crossed the endless plane, and finally slashed down!

Around Ling Feng, purple light surged, and a flame quietly appeared.

"Third-Order Flame Devourer, go!"

Rumble!

The flames swept out in the surrounding space in an instant, melting everything, and the flames of the third-order flame devouring, even the torn power, burned to pieces.

Boom Boom!

The sword of the whole day, shattered in an instant!

Jian Wuchen flew out upside down, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was still a trace of scorched black on his body and face.

However, there was a trace of irrepressible excitement in his eyes.

Ling Feng won again, but he still defeated the enemy in one move!

One step closer to Linghu Yudao's hundred consecutive slashes, a move myth!

Eighty consecutive wins, finally achieved!

In the audience, the shouts were even more crazy.

It seems that it was not Ling Feng who was slashed, but them.

The myth of defeating the enemy in one move continues!

(End of chapter)