In the dark underground palace, looking at the forest barren who suddenly got up from the ground in the killing arena, everyone clenched their fists and cheered.

They held back the anger in their hearts, and their eyes fell on the young man who had already become a bloody man.

Seventy wins in a row.

This is already an unprecedented feat in the killing arena.

But they still want to see more, to see the forest wilderness that has long been embarrassed, step by step, step by step, step by step, step on the final throne, and become an unsurpassable existence.

In the killing arena, looking at Lin Huang who suddenly stood up, the warrior of the Sword Qi Building was slightly stunned, and then hissed and sneered twice, and the movement of the sword in his hand was not slow at all, like a fierce tiger, and he did not hesitate to kill towards Lin Huang.

"I'm undefeated!"

Lin Huang, who staggered, clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice, his sharp gaze like a tiger.

Looking at the enlarged long sword in front of him, Lin Huang took a deep breath and his figure moved suddenly......

Turned into an afterimage......

Arms like knives......

Sonor!

In the killing arena, the sound of Jin Ge colliding sounded fiercely.

In the killing arena soaked in blood and covered with corpses, Lin Huang turned his back to the warrior of the Sword Qi Building, knelt on one knee, bent down and bowed his head, his knife-like straight arms stretched out, like wings protecting his body.

The blood in Lin Huang's mouth dripped down, forming a line of blood and falling to the ground.

The breath was messy and accompanied by a violent cough.

This move seemed to use up all the strength he had just accumulated.

And behind Lin Huang, the warrior of the sword qi building was also motionless, and the clay and wood carvings stood in place.

Then there was a bang.

The warrior of the Sword Qi Building fell to the ground with a bang.

The body was cut in half......

Looking at the scene below, the spectators around the dungeon stared at each other, and they all gasped. The blood-clothed young man in the killing arena was shocked.

It's obviously the end of the crossbow, and you may fall to the ground anytime and anywhere.

In the seventy-first battle, he could still make such a powerful killing move, killing the Nine Heavenly Martial Artists sent by the Sword Qi Building in an instant.

Could it be that the sick tiger is still alive and can still turn over and kill?

Behind the dungeon, the sword qi building owner's eyes were gloomy, and the sneer on his face that was originally in his hands was also frozen. He looked at the blood-colored young man who was on his knees and staggered to his feet in the killing arena, and his heart became more and more cold. Under the slight force of the five fingers, the teacup in his hand suddenly turned into powder.

In the killing arena, Lin Huang was already covered with blood.

But there was a smile on his face.

Ruthless.

Rebellious.

The bloody hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, making the blood on Lin Huang's face more and more intense, and also making the smile covered with blood even more terrifying. It was like a hellish Shura smiling, brilliant but full of piercing murderous intent......

Lin Huang took a long breath and stared at the bronze door of the killing arena with his eyes like a torch, waiting for the next challenger.

......

In the blood-soaked killing arena, the battle continues.

He doesn't stop for any reason.

Unless Lin Huang can't stand up anymore and dies in the killing arena.

Otherwise, even if the blood-clothed young man stood up again and again, he would still be beaten down again and again.

In the dungeon, there are naturally people who are looking forward to Lin Huang being able to continue fighting.

Because of the interests.

It is also because of creating and witnessing a legend.

But there are also people who hope that in the killing arena, the young man who broke a leg and an arm will never be able to stand up again.

Also because of interests.

also for the fall of a legend.

In the killing arena.

The fight is the same as before.

Lin Huang fell down again and again, and stood up again and again......

Seventy-second battle.

Seventy-three wars.

Seventy-four wars.

......

In the underground palace, there were no longer people cheering, encouraging, and insulting, but there was silence. Looking at the blood-clothed young man in the killing arena, they were all shocked.

...... this world How could there be someone with such strong willpower.

Broken foot.

The hand was broken.

There were more than 30 wounds on his body.

But he was able to get up again and again.

Finally, an hour later, when Lin Huang killed the seventy-ninth man, Youyou fell.

I didn't get up for half a pillar of incense.

The spectators in the dungeon once again raised a shout and clenched their fists, hoping that the fallen young man would be able to stand up stubbornly and tenaciously again.

Song Changling tightly pinched the guardrail of the killing arena, his eyes were resentful like electricity, looking at the young man who could no longer get up, there was a barrier in his heart, as if he wanted to tear this guardrail before he could vent it.

Then, Song Changling squeezed in the direction of the killing arena......

Bite!

Song Changling didn't take three steps, and a long piano sound suddenly sounded in the killing arena. It is as crisp as the hollow valley wind chimes, which is particularly pleasant, like the chirping of yellow orioles in spring.

As the sound of the piano sounded, the surrounding sounds also subsided, and everyone stared at the figure that suddenly appeared in the killing arena.

In the killing arena.

At this moment, there is a handsome young man with green pines, dressed in a green and black pleated martial arts uniform, wearing a blue cloak with a mink collar, and holding a seven-string sycamore guqin in his arms, which is dotted with eight mysterious demon beast pictures and texts, which looks lifelike.

Looking at the challenger who suddenly appeared, everyone frowned slightly.

Together with the pavilion master of Longyuan Pavilion, he touched his chin in confusion.

He had never seen this man in the City of a Hundred Battles.

But he could feel that the person who was standing quietly in front of Lin Changsheng at the moment, the guqin in his hand was not simple.

In the killing arena, when the sound of the piano sounded, Lin Huang, who had almost fainted, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the young man who was looking down at him with a faint smile on his face.

Lin Huang's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and the hairs on his body suddenly rose.

I saw that the young man's eyebrows were with a gentle smile, "My name is Luo Qingjue, and I am from Taiyi Martial Mansion!"

The young man who suddenly appeared was none other than Senior Brother Luo, who was from the Taiyi Martial Mansion before outside the killing arena.

Lin Huang looked at the young man's smile like a spring breeze, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I came to Hundred Battles City to learn from Wang Xiao of Qingtian Martial Mansion. I didn't expect to meet you here, which is my Luo Qing's third life. Seventy-nine wins in a row, I'm showing up now, kind of bullying you. But I'm going back to Qingtian Martial Mansion soon, I can't wait!"

"If we can, we'll fight with our spirits!"

Luo Qingjue's expression was gentle, but in the end, he rolled up his sleeves and saluted Lin Huang slightly, "Taiyi Martial Mansion Luo Qingjue asks for battle, and I hope to teach you!"

Ahem......

On the pile of corpses in the killing arena, Lin Huang coughed violently, but he stood up little by little with the leg bones of the corpses around him. The figure staggered, but Lin Huang held on to the tiredness that he couldn't resist, straightened out his messy robes, and looked serious like an ancient warrior fighting:

"Lin Changsheng engaged!"