As soon as Luo Qingjue left, the next challenger appeared in the killing arena.

Half a quarter later, a warrior appeared.

One more.

......

After Lin Huang took a breather from the battle of Luo Qingjue, the first three battles quickly dealt with the past. But after three games, the aura in his body was depleted again, his physical state returned to his previous appearance, and the injuries around his body became more and more serious.

In the bloody killing arena, the young man covered in blood fell into a tragic battle again.

Fall again and again.

Stand up again and again.

Like a scarred wolf, even if it collapses to the ground, it can make a hissing roar, which makes people frightened and jealous.

The spectators held their breath.

Most of the people present have already made a lot of money. There are only a few stupid roe deer who have bought a hundred consecutive victories in Lin Huang, so they have been worrying about their hearts. More people are purely watching the tragic battles in the killing arena......

Watching Lin Huang continue to fall.

Again and again he stood up.

It's as if I saw the stubborn character of a warrior.

As long as there is a breath left, we must continue to fight......

Bang.

In the killing arena, when Lin Huang cut off the opponent's head with one palm, he fell straight down again.

In the nine battles after Luo Qing's death, the first three were still able to deal with, but in the last six, Lin Huang relied on all of them was a breath in his heart.

A breath of air that wants to live.

But this breath will eventually be cut off.

Once it's broken, it's too hard to lift that breath.

The eyes of the surrounding spectators fell tightly on the killing arena, as if they were infected by Lin Huang's unyielding will, they all clenched their fists, and silently cheered for Lin Huang in their hearts. I only hope that this unknown martial artist in the killing arena can stand up.

Even if you die, you have to die standing up!

Outside the guardrail of the killing arena, Song Changling looked at Lin Huang, who couldn't get up anymore, rubbed his face, and then walked towards the killing arena with a calm and serious expression......

"Hmm...... What's going on!"

When the bronze giant door opened, everyone looked at the green-shirted Confucian who appeared in the killing arena, and they all revealed whispers.

Song Changling, it's on!

Behind the underground palace, the owner of the Sword Qi Building also looked at Song Changling in the killing arena, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he gave a look to the referee in the killing arena.

"The rules in the killing arena are that the strength of both challengers should be within the same great realm. Lin Changsheng is the Seventh Heaven of Martial Marquis, and he cannot be challenged if he is not in the realm of Martial Marquis!"

In the killing arena, the fat figure of the referee reappeared, he stared at Song Chang, and Ling coldly told the rules.

"Oh!"

Song Changling let out a flat sigh, and then ignored the referee and walked to Lin Huang's side and helped him up. took off a cyan robe and wiped the blood stains off Lin Huang's face, "Don't fight, if the second uncle wants to kill you, step on my corpse first!"

Ahem......

Lin Huang coughed violently twice, barely opened his eyes, and then pushed Song Changling away with his broken arm, his voice was extremely hoarse, "I can be killed, but I must not be insulted." I really want to live, but I can't live like a dog. A hundred battles, only eleven left. I want to win with dignity, not to let you go down and waste a battle!"

"You're crazy!"

Song Changling suddenly became furious, "Is it really that difficult to bow your head? I said that if I can keep you, I will definitely be able to! Why don't you believe me? Do you think that if you win 100 consecutive games here and attract the attention of the major forces, you will be able to compete with my second uncle?"

Lin Huang grinned and vomited blood, "I don't want to stand behind others...... Doesn't that make me seem incompetent?"

"Then you're going to watch me watch you die in this place?"

Song Changling was furious.

Lin Huang vomited blood and smiled, "You go back, since I have made up my mind to win a hundred games in a row, I will never give up!"

"In that case, then you can fight me!"

Song Changling stared at Lin Huang with a cold expression.

"You ......"

Lin Huang was slightly stunned, and then smiled wordlessly, "I don't fight scholars who have no power to tie chickens!"

Afterwards, Lin Huang looked at the referee in the field.

The referee was very discerning at a glance, appeared directly in front of Song Changling, and said: "This place is not a place for you to play, hurry up and leave the killing arena." Otherwise......"

"Get out!"

Song Changling's gaze suddenly sharpened.

The referee's tone froze, and his cold face became a hint of anger, and then he beckoned to the guards outside the killing arena, "Fork him out, never re-enter the killing arena!"

On the mainland, the people who have no power to restrain the chickens will be treated relatively preferentially.

If a warrior makes a big fuss in the killing arena, he may not be able to live directly.

Song Changling looked at the two guards who walked into the killing arena, and the referee who was blocking him, and suddenly sneered twice, waved his sleeve robe, and stood upright, "Isn't it the realm of Wuhou, but it's just a matter between pitches!"

As the words fell, Song Changling's robe moved without wind.

The green silk is sassy.

Standing calmly with his hands in his hands, but at a certain moment, the ordinary figure seemed to be three inches taller, looking extremely tall.

"I have a breath of grandeur!"

Song Changling's sleeves were rolled up, and his thin lips spit lightly.

Before the words fell, in the gloomy underground palace, it was as bright as day.

In the killing arena, the aura of Haoran swept like a storm, dazzling like a great sun.

Subsequently, only between Song Changling's exhalation and inhalation, Haoran's qi entered Song Changling's body.

Buzz.

Song Changling stood in the realm of Diyuan.

Around the dungeon, everyone's faces changed greatly, staring incredulously at the Tsing Yi Confucian in the killing arena.

A thought into the earth!

How is this possible?

How can a powerless person have such luck?

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That's a creation that many people and ordinary people can't ask for.

Even if it is a Tianjiao, from the beginning of cultivation to the Earth Yuan realm, it will take half a year to a year at the earliest.

Luo Qingjue of Taiyi Martial Mansion looked slightly condensed......

Even if Tianjiao is like him, he has heard too many legends, and he is not as shocking as the scene in front of him.

In the killing arena, Lin Huang looked at Song Changling's realm rising sharply, but he didn't like it and was angry, frowning and scolding: "What are you doing? Stop! You haven't reached the realm of enlightenment yet, and stepping into the martial arts too early will only damage your foundation!"

Song Changling smiled coldly, "This is not martial arts, this is scholarly spirit, this is the Confucian Dao......! The borrowed realm is not your own after all, how can you hurt your own foundation!"

When the words fell, Song Changling then stubbornly spoke:

"A thousand miles of fast wind, help me...... Into the clouds!"

Song Changling's voice did not fall, the whole person suddenly stood in the air, and the aura of the whole body overflowed the underground palace, the green clothes were sassy, the long sleeves were rolled, and the uproar stood proudly, just like a Confucian who had done his best to pass on the true inheritance of the sages, and the righteousness was draped, so that the realm of Song Changling was rising.

Like a long chant of the dragon, straight into the nine heavens.

Around the killing arena, everyone looked at Song Changling, who was standing like the water of the four seas, their eyes widened, and they were all going crazy.

Are all the warriors in the world fucking pigs?

Between the pitches, Song Changling entered the realm of Diyuan.

And in less than ten breaths, the latter could actually stand in the air and go straight to the realm of Wuhou.

Wuhou, Song Changling!

Everyone around the dungeon was stunned.

Each and every one of them is like a clay sculpture of wood.

Even the leaders of the three major forces are no exception.

They have also seen quite a few geniuses...... Tian Yuan killed Wuhou, and Wuhou Town Wuwang.

Or a thought of enlightenment, breaking through the triple heaven one after another.

Some people soar in half a year!

But all of this is not as shocking as the scene in front of you.

Is that little white face in green clothes still a person? From the powerless to the realm of Wuhou, it was just a matter of pitching......

It's horrible.

Lin Huang was also stunned in place.

Ordinary people have worked hard to cultivate to the realm of Wuhou, and it can be as short as three years, and as long as a lifetime, they can't reach it. You're just drinking a saliva!

Really...... The world's warriors are not as good as pigs and dogs.

"Now, can I beat him up?"

Song Changling stood in the air, calmly looked at the referee below, pointed to Lin Huang, and said coldly.