Sonor!

The long sword in the middle-aged warrior's hand crossed by, and when he was about to cut off Lin Huang's head, a faint sonorous sound sounded in the void.

A knife appeared in Lin Huang's hand.

Blocked the sword......

And the knife that suddenly appeared was the Demon Suppression Knife. In the Eastern Spirit Realm, it comes from the family heirloom saber of Wuhou Jia's natural birth.

Since leaving the Eastern Spirit Realm, Lin Huang has never used this knife. Because the owner of this sword, a thousand years ago, should also have come from the Zuojiaming Sect.

In the situation of life and death, Lin Huang naturally has no scruples.

At this moment, the demon suppression knife was three inches out of its sheath.

The Heavenly Absolute God Slash reappeared, blocking the middle-aged ancient long sword.

The middle-aged warrior's attack was frustrated, his face changed drastically, and he actually felt a terrifying crisis enveloping his body in an instant, looking at the long knife that was slowly unsheathed, as if facing a great enemy.

"You don't have a chance!"

Lin Huang smiled coldly, and only between the swings of his arms, the demon suppression knife that stood in the air suddenly came out of its sheath.

In an instant, the Heavenly Absolute God Slash reappeared in the killing arena.

The Demon Suppression Knife couldn't withstand the terrifying aura, and it was also shattered in response.

In the killing arena of the tragic battle, the shattered blades flew indiscriminately, cooperating with the Heavenly Absolute God to slash in all directions......

Sonorous and sonorous.

The middle-aged warrior looked at the Heavenly Absolute God Slash that attacked and killed from all directions, and his face changed drastically. The sword qi around his body was flying, constantly intercepting the flying blades.

Shout.

In the void, a faint sound of Jin Ge suddenly sounded, like an arrow feather piercing a golden cracking stone.

In the killing arena.

The figure of the middle-aged warrior suddenly froze.

All the sword qi around him dissipated like a tide.

Behind the dungeon, the owner of the Sword Qi Building suddenly got up, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and he was so gloomy that it sent chills down his spine.

Lin Huang looked at the shattered demon suppression knife in his hand and smiled lonely.

Finally...... It's still broken.

And in front of Lin Huang, the middle-aged warrior's eyes widened incredulously, and all his expressions froze on his face. At the center of his brow, a pitch-black blade was embedded deeply, ending all of the latter's thinking.

Bang.

The middle-aged warrior fell to the ground and died.

There was a brief silence around the arena, and then a violent boiling sound erupted. They looked at the young man in the killing arena with great excitement.

It's not that Lin Huang has won money for them again.

It was the person killed by the latter, who was among the top three martial artists under the realm of the Martial King of the Sword Qi Building.

Also because of the forty-seven consecutive wins.

In the history of the killing arena, the record of 47 consecutive victories was thirteen years ago. And today, they once again witnessed that the emaciated young man in a black robe with white hair and blood, step by step, touched the previous record.

And the name of Lin Changsheng has been spread in the Hundred Battles City for only three days.

In the dungeon, there was a boiling color.

Outside the dungeon, thousands of people couldn't be squeezed in at all, listening to the sound that erupted in the dungeon, they were as anxious as five thousand monkeys, scratching their ears and cheeks. waited until the news inside came out, and he also yelled.

In the killing arena, Lin Huang supported his body and calmed the disordered qi and blood in his body.

The messy mind calmed down slightly, but it was only forty-seven wins in a row, and his battle was ...... It's just getting started!

And the people behind will be even more terrifying and powerful.

After the death of the martial artist of the Sword Qi Building, the pavilion master of Longyuan Pavilion hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to leave Lin Huang a chance to breathe.

And at this moment, among the warriors watching the battle around, one ran in, and after entering the killing arena, he killed Lin Huang without saying a word.

Anyone can see that after the battle just now, Lin Huang consumed a lot.

Quite a few people are thinking of going in and picking up a head.

Although the behavior is a little disgraceful, if you kill a genius who has won forty-seven games in a row, it is enough for the latter to hold his head high and be a person for a lifetime.

It's a pity, though.

The martial artist who rushed into the killing arena seemed to have forgotten his martial arts realm, and there was only Wuhou Qizhongtian.

Before he got close to Lin Huang, he was pierced through the chest by Lin Huang's palm.

A flying cannon fodder helped Lin Huang to cut off all the history in the killing arena and became the first person to cut forty-eight in a row.

In the killing arena, there are already bones at this moment.

Lin Huang walked in the blood-soaked field, his eyes were like a wolf showing his fangs, bloodthirsty swept over everyone, and then his eyes fell on the bronze giant gate again, waiting for the next warrior to challenge.

Just a few breaths.

The forty-ninth challenger appeared.

......

The night outside the dungeon was as dark as ink.

The dungeon is also gloomy and dark, like a group of demons dancing.

The young man covered in blood in the killing arena was like a vicious wolf that could not be killed, full of hideous killing intent, stepping on the bones of the corpse. Step by step, step by step, climb to a new record of untouched in the killing arena.

Fifty games.

Fifty-three.

Fifty-seven.

Sixty games!

......

The cold-blooded and quaint killing arena is full of blood, and it looks particularly bloody at the moment. The young man who fought hard, after more than 60 battles, was finally scarred, and there were as many as eleven wounds on his chest alone.

However, the murderous aura of the latter became more and more intense.

Never fell!

Sixty years later, the young man was like a bloodthirsty tiger, but all his minions were crushed, and he could only rely on his tenacious will to fight the enemy endlessly.

Around the killing arena, I don't know when, there was silence.

Everyone looked at the young man covered in blood, like a wild dog who had been abandoned but had to struggle to survive. In order to survive, at all costs. Even without minions, it is still unbelievable to kill one enemy after another.

Sixty-one.

Sixty-two.

Sixty-six.

......

Bang.

When Lin Huang won the seventieth victory, the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, like a puddle of mud, without the slightest strength on his body.

There were more than 30 wounds all over his body, and blood was pouring and flowing.

Around the killing arena, there were indifferent people who cheered indulgently. Because, it is the person below who is as miserable as a dog at the moment, who won seventy games and made them rich overnight.

There are also people who are silent and nostalgic.

"Stand up!"

Outside the killing arena, Song Changling suddenly roared, with a trembling cry in his voice, "Stand up!"

In the dungeon, there was a boiling sound, like ocean waves, pouring into Lin Huang's ears one after another.

"Stand up!"

"Stand up!"

......

In the killing arena, Lin Huang's vision had become blurred. He lay on the bloody ground, feeling more comfortable than ever. The sound of thunder in his ears was like an invading enemy, pouring into Lin Huang's ears one by one.

The smile on Lin Huang's face gradually became struggling, and his broken arm began to move with difficulty. Lin Huang only muttered in a voice that he could hear:

"You can't die...... You're going to get up and keep fighting!"

"For the sake of Allure, for the sake of your parents, you must live!"

"How can you die so nameless, die so embarrassed like a dog......"

"Liu Cangsheng chased and killed you for ten years and didn't die, how can you die here!"

"Big husband, you should bring a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements!"

......

In the killing arena, the young man covered in blood supported the ground with his hands, tried to stand up several times, and collapsed to the ground weakly.

The voice of encouragement in his ears came like a tidal wave, containing the hope of everyone in the dungeon.

Behind the dungeon, the owner of the Sword Qi Building still looked cold as usual, and then waved his hand slightly.

In the bronze door leading to the killing arena, a martial artist at the peak of the martial arts realm walked out......

Step by step, he walked towards the forest barren.

"Seventy games, it's enough to move the Taixuan Domain, let's stop here, short-lived Tianjiao!"

The sword qi building martial artist who walked into the killing arena, his voice was calm and cold, and without the slightest emotion and pity, he raised the long sword in his hand and killed towards the forest wilderness.

Yes......

At this moment, he collapsed in the forest wilderness, and suddenly let out a violent roar, like the roar of a wild beast. In the midst of all the gathered eyes, he gritted his teeth and pouted his bones......