Wow......

Most of the people who watched the battle, after listening to the explanation of the king's collapse, were suddenly opened.

They thought about it carefully, the cultivation in the early stage of the Dan, the spiritual power in the dantian was indeed not enough to send out the three moves of the necromantic sword technique, this was almost a law.

Combined with what Wang Jian said before, Huang Kan was first injured by the Ten Desires of the Pink Witch, and then picked up by Sin Mo, and their hearts began to waver.

The sound of a crowd of discussions also sounded: "It turns out that this is the case, I said, that Huang Kan is so powerful, he has defeated several cultivators in the middle stage of the Jiedan, how can he be defeated by an unknown Sin Mo, it turns out that he was taken advantage of by Sin Mo, I knew that this was the case, I should have gone up that day, wouldn't it be a battle to become famous......

"This sin is really calculating, today I listened to Wang Bao's explanation, only to know that the truth turned out to be like this, now, while the odds have not changed, hurry up and bet on Wang Luo, bet on Wang Luo, but ten times the income!"

"What, you guys have changed, but, I was in the wind and cloud field that day, and I felt that the sin indifference seemed to be used as real strength, not as if it was pretended?"

Now that the answers are out, why are you returning the guilt, hurry up and detain the king, stupid!"

Qin Chengming closed his eyes, listening to these discussions, and was happy in his heart: these people deserve to lose, they don't have any ideas, listening to the wind is rain, they probably don't know, among these people who shout and bet on the collapse of the king, a small part of them are people from the wind and cloud field......

Qin Chengming was too lazy to care about others, he now had enough blood spirit stones, if he took advantage of this to make another profit, the people in Fengyun Field were afraid that they would be angry.

If it is really a cautious eye, it is not impossible to come up with a clause prohibiting the entry of the guilty indifference at that time, so Qin Chengming will not bet.

Five minutes were coming quickly, and Qin Chengming turned his head to glance at the numbers on the betting table.

The number below the two words "Wang Down" is 620,000 blood spirit stones.

And the number below the two words of sin desert is 130,000 blood spirit stones.

Sure enough, most of the spectators here bet on Wang Kuo.

Qin Chengming turned his head and looked at Wang Kuo.

Wang Bao had already pulled out his long sword at this time, his death qi was drawn, the sword body was covered with jet-black death qi, and he rushed directly with his sword, wanting to catch Qin Chengming off guard.

Qin Chengming took out the medium-grade magic weapon black sword from the storage bag, and seemed to be in a hurry to parry, but in fact, there was no fluctuation in his heart at all, this king was not qualified to make Qin Chengming interested in this battle.

Qin Chengming's sword was useless even for the Necromantic Sword Technique, he just relied on Ling Jiyi's swordsmanship to infuse the Necromantic Spiritual Power into the black sword.

Then, the black sword started from the lower left position and went directly to the right to block, and at the same time, Qin Chengming was short, and a necromantic sword qi in his left hand shot directly at the king's collapsed dantian.

Qin Chengming's two moves of his left and right hands were issued at the same time.

As soon as Wang Kuo's long sword touched Qin Chengming's black sword, he immediately increased the output of spiritual power and suppressed Qin Chengming's black sword downward, and at the same time, his left hand also shot out a jet-black necromantic sword qi, directly facing the one that Qin Chengming shot out.

The two necromantic sword qi collided directly, and then dissipated together.

And the black sword held by Qin Chengming's right hand, because of the cultivation problem of the small realm of the Dan Period, Qin Chengming only used the necromantic spiritual power to support it, and he really couldn't bear this king's collapse, so he immediately withdrew and retreated, and the black sword connected the king's long sword left and right at an extremely fast speed.

Qin Chengming's series of crazy points made Wang Bao only feel that what he was holding in his hand was not the familiar long sword, but a live fish, and he always felt that he couldn't hold it.

Qin Chengming withdrew two steps away, he didn't want to waste time with Wang Bang again.

Qin Chengming shouted in his heart: The first form of the necromancer sword technique, the roar of death.

The terrible screams, as well as the black mist that permeated the ring, showed the tricks used by Qin Chengming.

Wang Wei had just grabbed the long sword in his hand, and when he saw Qin Chengming, he withdrew, and was about to pursue, when the black mist and screaming sound had already spread in front of the two of them.

Wang Bang's hand moved at this time, and he even performed the first form of the necromantic sword technique, and his long sword was also like Qin Chengming, surrounded by black mist.

At the same time, from the black fog came the sound of Wang Kuan's smug words, which were shouted in a special way, making it impossible to tell where his position was: "Sin Desert! I will use the Necromantic Sword Technique to completely tear through your disguise today, and expose the true face of your silver-like pewter spear head to everyone to see, so that you will lose completely!"

Qin Chengming's ears had been listening carefully to the voice in the ring, and after listening to this sentence, it was as if he hadn't heard it, because what he wanted to hear was not the words, but the source of the screaming sound of the king's long sword.

The black mist emitted by Qin Chengming's necromantic sword technique really couldn't block his own vision, but Qin Chengming couldn't see the black mist emitted by Wang Collapse clearly.

In this case, if he wanted to find Wang Kuo, Qin Chengming could only listen to the sound to identify the position, locate the position of the long sword according to the sound of the long sword trembling, and then find out the position of the sword holder, that is, Wang Kuo.

One second......

There was silence in the ring, and neither of them rushed out of their swords.

Two seconds......

The sweat drops of the crowd were dripping, and they all held their breath to find out where the two of them were, but the black fog was so dense that they couldn't see anything clearly.

Three-second ......

Qin Chengming finally identified the location of Wang Bang from the screams, Qin Chengming was now eighty percent sure that it must be Wang Bao's hiding place.

However, eighty percent of the certainty is not as reassuring as ten percent of the certainty.

How should Qin Chengming turn his eighty percent grasp into ten percent?

Of course: the second form of the necromantic sword, dance with death!

Qin Chengming's black sword, after casting the Dance of Death, the screaming sound disappeared at once, and was replaced by a piece of black sword tips, these sword tips were like dense eyes, guiding the direction of death......

The Dance of Death had already been used, and Qin Chengming did not hesitate to send this blow directly towards the position he had identified.

Ding, ding, ding, click......

A continuous sound sounded, and the tip of Qin Chengming's black sword touched Wang Kuo's long sword, Qin Chengming immediately fired three swords in a row to dance to death, and then, he heard the sound of Wang Kuo's long sword breaking.

Qin Chengming smiled evilly, commanded the remaining twenty or thirty black sword tips, and attacked directly.

"Ah...... Ahhh......h

The screams came from the black fog, but it was not the kind of screams that were getting weaker and weaker when they were dying, although they were painful, but they were very powerful, and all the spectators knew that this person should not die.

Qin Chengming didn't kill this Wang Kuo, he wanted a token, not Wang Kuo's life.

So he was holding the black sword, after feeling the black sword entering the flesh, Qin Chengming directly shot all the black sword tips downward, if there was no accident, this king's broken legs would definitely be shot into a sieve by Qin Chengming.

The half of the black mist belonging to Wang Collapse in the ring directly dissipated, and Qin Chengming also made a move with the black sword, sucking the other half of the black mist in the ring into the sword.

At this time, the crowd of spectators saw the appearance of Wang Bang.

Wang Bao's legs were gone, he was sitting in the ring, his lower body was only a pile of flesh, whether it was bone or flesh, he couldn't tell it, he was still wailing at this time, and the cultivation on his body was still fluctuating in the middle of the knot.

Qin Chengming was standing on the stage with a sword at this time, the tip of the black sword was still dripping with blood, and drops of blood were dripping on the ring, flowing into a small bloodstain.

Anyone who watched this scene felt chills in their hearts: the old devil with a broken waist is really still a broken waist old devil, so cruel that he can't be provoked at all......

Qin Chengming's cold voice sounded, and he said to Wang Bi on the ground: "Wang Bi, you give me the two tokens of the original Dabi, I will not only spare your life, but also not hurt your cultivation." If you don't, I'll ...... Put your backbone ...... Pump, out, come. ”

In the end, Qin Chengming had to collapse word by word, and the bloody atmosphere in his words filled the entire Fengyun field.

When these words were spoken, all the spectators arched their bodies, and they felt their spines twitch and spasm......

After hearing this, the sweat on his face flowed more than the blood on the ground, and he directly handed over the entire storage bag and said, "Sin, sin, sin...... Sin Desert senior, those two tokens are in it, Sin Desert senior, you can't break your word. ”

Qin Chengming's spiritual sense probed into it and easily found two tokens, but this storage bag was in his hand, so he didn't want to go back, Qin Chengming directly pinned the storage bag belonging to Wang Bang to his waist, and walked out of the ring without saying a word.

The crowd of spectators didn't know whether they were relieved or missed a cruel scene.

They sent Qin Chengming away with respectful eyes, and in this stormy field, the original atmosphere quickly recovered.

Qin Chengming walked out of the wind and cloud field, and he followed Zhang Guang.

Qin Chengming took out the two tokens he had just gotten and looked at them carefully.

The two tokens were supposed to be made of a refining material, all of blood-colored metal, but light, as light as wood.

Qin Chengming got what he wanted, so he turned to look at Zhang Guang behind him.

Zhang Guang had just watched Qin Chengming's fight in the ring, and he felt very scared in his heart.

Because although he was a demon cultivator in the primordial realm, he was a broker, and he usually didn't fight with people at all, and it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable when he saw such a bloody scene.

In addition, he was in the spectator seat before, and he heard others talk about how brutal Sin Mo was when he pulled people's backbones last time......

All this made Zhang Guang have a trace of the understanding that he is like a tiger, and he is a little afraid of sin.

At this time, Qin Chengming turned to stare at Zhang Guang, Zhang Guang was immediately silent, and he dared to ask, "Master, what's wrong?"

Although Qin Chengming didn't know why Zhang Guang was so cautious, he still had to give him the reward he should give him, so that Zhang Guang could be more motivated.