Hello everyone, I would like to invite our contestants for today, they are the Battle Soul Venerable of the thirty-eighth level of soul power, and the seven-game winning streak holder of the Martial Soul Xuantie Heavy Sword, Li Qiye. ”

In the most lively Soto arena in Soto City, the host Zheng Zheng was full of enthusiasm to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience, and then invited the players of today's game.

And as the host's voice fell, in the corner passage of the fighting arena, a young man in white came out, wearing a white robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long hair draped over his shoulders, and the whole person looked full of energy.

And the women in the audience screamed even more when they saw each other.

However, neither the host's introduction nor the audience's passionate shouts affected this young man.

"It's really boring, it's like this every time, these fighting arenas always use this routine to arouse the interest of these ignorant people."

Li Qiye looked at the people in the stands, and a sneer of disdain hung on the corner of his mouth, he had walked through so many places and participated in the competitions of the fighting arenas in different cities, those hosts and audiences were like this, there was no freshness at all.

"I don't know who my opponent is today, but I hope I can be surprised."

Li Qiye lost interest after glancing at the audience, and then turned his gaze to the entrance of the other corner, he would not investigate his opponent like others, because he disdained to do so, others went to investigate because they were afraid that they would fail, and he Li Qiye never thought that he would lose, he would only win, and he would win all the way until he became a Title Douluo.

He wants to follow in the footsteps of that person, carry forward his martial soul Xuantie heavy sword to the extreme, establish his own sect, and let the people of the world know that only the sword can accompany the strongest weapon martial soul, and the hammer should honestly strike iron.

"Li Qiye's player is still as cold as before, so let's welcome another player today, who is also the holder of a seven-game winning streak, and the martial soul is the owner of the mutated martial soul demon pestle, the pure heart Arhat."

The host's voice fell, and this time the cheers were as loud as before, and at the same time, a young man with a compassionate human face mask walked out.

"Amitabha, the donor is justified."

As soon as the young man's figure stood still, he folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

However, Li Qiye did not return the salute, and still had that cold expression on his face.

"Heh, the rat with his head and tail exposed, he doesn't even dare to use his real name, take such a strange title, you are not qualified to know my name, hurry up and start, I will use you as a stepping stone for my eight consecutive victories."

Dongfang Tiexin looked at the stinky young man in front of him, and his face under the mask showed a helpless look, since he was kicked out by the master, he has been fighting here, he has seen many contestants, all kinds of types, but it is the first time he has seen such a strange one.

As for the mask on Dongfang Tiexin's face, he didn't want to reveal his identity, and then suddenly thought of role-playing, he thought about it, the most suitable person for himself to play should be the monk, and he is very interested in the monk's way of speaking, just say two sentences of Amitabha Buddha, poor monk, donor, maybe it will be very interesting.

So Dongfang Tiexin has become what it is now.

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't seem to like poor monks, why? The poor monk doesn't remember messing with the benefactor before. ”

Dongfang Tiexin's voice was calm, and he couldn't hear the angry look at all, anyway, no one could see the expression on his face while wearing a mask, who could know what he really thought?

Li Qiye didn't like Dongfang Tiexin's way of speaking, and he didn't know why, he always felt as if he had been taken advantage of.

"I Li Qiye hates a person, I don't need a reason."

Dongfang Tiexin didn't speak this time, just nodded, and seemed to agree with Li Qiye's words, but in his heart he secretly thought, you stinky boy, just name such a stinky fart, your mouth is still so stinky, if I don't teach you to be a man today, I won't be Dongfang Tiexin.

"It seems that the two players have already communicated with each other, so let's get ready to start our fight today, three, two, one, start."

The host saw that the atmosphere was almost created, so he opened his mouth to announce the start of the fight.

And the moment Li Qiye announced it to the host, a pitch-black sword like a heavy ruler appeared in his hand, rushing towards Dongfang Tiexin.

The sword looked extremely heavy, but Li Qiye wielded it with great dexterity, as if it was just a weightless wooden stick in his hand.

"Amitabha, what the donor said just now made the poor monk think that you are a conceited person, and he disdains this trick of sneak attack, but he didn't expect the truth to be completely opposite to what the poor monk thought."

Dongfang Tiexin raised his right hand as he spoke, and directly met the oncoming heavy sword.

The disdainful sneer on the corner of Li Qiye's mouth was even more obvious, stupid, he actually wanted to rely on his hands to resist his heavy sword.

However, Li Qiye expected that the scene of the strange guy's arm being chopped off did not appear, but a huge force came from his hand, and the whole person flew out upside down with a heavy sword.

"Amitabha, it seems that this first round is the poor monk who has the upper hand slightly."

Dongfang Tiexin's tone was flat, but when it reached Li Qiye's ears, it was indeed full of ridicule.

"Damn, don't think that you will be complacent if you win me once with shady means, and I will not show mercy to my subordinates in the future."

Li Qiye said this, why did he want people to smoke him so much?

What you don't know is that you can't see anyone, and if the sneak attack fails, you say that your subordinates are merciful, do you want face?

Dongfang Tiexin feels as if he has encountered the classic brainless arrogant male protagonist in the light middle, this guy who lacks heart and eyes won't also cross over, right?

Dongfang Tiexin didn't bother to answer him this time, there is no need to talk to him more with this kind of person, because the more you talk to him, he may pull your IQ to the same level as him, and finally use his rich experience to defeat you.

And at this time, Li Qiye, who had stood up again, also attacked again, the hundred-year soul ring under his feet lit up, and a white light flashed on the heavy sword.

This Li Qiye can also be said to have proud capital, because he is also the best soul ring ratio, in this world where almost everyone's first soul ring is ten years, and even the second and third may be ten years soul ring, the best soul ring ratio is indeed qualified to be proud.

But all this is based on being proud in front of mediocre people, and in front of Dongfang Tiexin, who is a teenager who is a soul venerable, his proud capital is not worth mentioning.

After Li Xi displayed his soul technique in the seventh night, his speed increased again, and he turned into an afterimage that appeared around Dongfang Tiexin, and in an instant, he transformed into eight figures, attacking Dongfang Tiexin together.