He Nong was cunning, which did not match his plain face in a way. In the battle with Sun Zhengyang, he was provoked to face Sun Zhengyang head-on for the first time, and he was knocked back and fell heavily to the ground. He lay on the ground, gasping sharply. Everyone thought that he was seriously injured and that the battle was about to end.

Sun Zhengyang was the same, he rushed over. He Nong suddenly stepped forward, his eyes were calm, and he accepted Sun Zhengyang's sword stubbornly. The sword pierced through his right shoulder blade, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood, too thick to dissolve. This puddle of blood was spitting in Sun Zhengyang's eyes.

Sun Zhengyang suddenly couldn't open his eyes, and wiped them with his hands. And all this was premeditated by He Nong, and when he Sun Zhengyang wiped his eyes, his spear pierced Sun Zheng's throat.

This victory was not easy to come by. He Nong is also the end of the crossbow, he looked at the arena with some resentment, in fact, everyone knows the Tao in this, but no one can resist the temptation of the prize.

He used his winning streak and was suspended for one hour. There was still an hour and a half before it got dark, and as long as he insisted on winning one or two more games, today would be over, and with a night's rest, he would be able to recover to his peak.

During the hour that He Nong was suspended, everyone was waiting quietly. And the snow wolf mercenary group where he belongs has many friends, including the priest, who used the holy light to help him heal, and also used the power of recovery. But this is only temporary, the wounds suffered are only temporary in the light, and to be completely healed, it is necessary to see a real doctor.

Sun Zhengyang's death still made the atmosphere in the control and dispatch room a little depressed, and Cai Wansheng said lightly: "It seems that tomorrow you need to call a disciple of the outer sect, this He Nong has two hits." ”

The next day, Qing Yu went to the arena early in the morning, and Badao and Dugu Xiaoyao did not follow. It is still very safe in Blizzard City, and few people dare to be bold and reckless in Blizzard City. Although Guanghan Palace is not a holy place, it is also a well-known gate sect, and there are countless masters in the gate.

At the beginning, it was He Nong's battle, and although his complexion was still a little unhealthy today, he also recovered. At the beginning, He Nong also won one game, and in the second game, a young man came up, with a strong figure and a long sword in his hand.

The young man knew honestly: "In Xia Hongliang, your injury is not healed, you are not my opponent, I didn't want to come, I just ......"

He Nong didn't know this fat boy, but looking at the other party's bearing, he knew that he was a difficult opponent. said: "That's not necessarily, you don't know until you fight." ”

The young man moved, but his fat body was extremely flexible, and the cold aura of a long sword in his hand was pressing, it turned out that the young man's yuan power was attributed, and it was an ice attribute. Thinking about it, this young man is a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Guanghan Palace. Guanghan Palace does not accept men, but it has opened up the Guanghan Outer Sect, which exclusively accepts male disciples as a supplement to Guanghan Palace.

Sure enough, Hong Liang's shot was extraordinary, but with more than a dozen swords, He Nong, who had won thirty-eight games in a row, was defeated. Hong Liang's subordinates showed mercy, and the long sword rested on He Nong's neck, and then took the sword. He Nong was suddenly dying, but he admired Hong Liang.

Originally, Hong Liang won He Nong and was the champion of this fight, but he hugged his fists and jumped off the ring. Everyone didn't care, because every time someone won more than 30 games in a row, there were strong people who came out to intercept them. Hong Liang is an outstanding disciple of the generation of Guanghan Outer Sect.

In the magic megaphone, Qing Yu's number was finally called, and his opponent was A No. 1209. The two hugged their fists from afar, exchanged names, and the referee's eyes patrolled on both sides, and after getting responses from both sides, they called out to start.

Qing Yu recited the incantation in his mouth: "Almighty God, let your flame burn." ”

It only took about two seconds for him to release a fireball, and even the referee was taken aback when the first fireball took shape in his hand.

In about ten seconds, five fireballs flew out. These five fireballs are not thrown in a straight line, but have an arc, a curve, and in the end, the five fireballs fall in five directions, surrounding the opponent in the middle.

A 1209 is a warrior who raises his heavy sword and charges at Qing Yu, only to find himself surrounded by five fireballs. An ominous premonition arose, and just as he wanted to escape from the fireball circle, he raised one leg and five fireballs exploded.

A white light landed just in time, forming a thin shield. The shield shook a few times as the fireball exploded, but it stabilized. A 1209 was pale in the shield, but still a little unconvinced, and whispered, "These five little fireballs can't do anything to me." ”

The referee glanced at him, and No. 1209 trembled, but he still obediently admitted defeat, because he had seen five big holes in the ring outside the shield. This arena is made of earth-based magic, and it is also equipped with a sturdy magic array.

The referee was lucky to be able to shoot in time. In the competitive ring, life and death are inevitable.

At the beginning of the second game, the referee had focused on Qingyu. The second to come to the stage was an old mercenary, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in a strong suit, carrying a longbow and carrying a heavy shield. It wasn't clear for a moment whether this mercenary was a hunting archer or a defensive shield warrior.

This time, the mercenary was the first to draw his bow, and a white-feathered arrow came from the string. Qing Yu's expression was indifferent, and two fireballs had already condensed in his hands. When the arrow came in front of him, he leaned slightly to the side, and the arrow grazed his sideburns.

Two fireballs shot, the mercenary raised his shield, and the fireball exploded on the shield, while the mercenary was unharmed. The mercenary grinned and said, "Boy, your fireball skills are good, but it's not enough. ”

"yes, then let you have enough!"

The fireballs seemed to be like no money, one in less than two seconds, but in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen fireballs fell between him and the mercenary. These fireballs are burning, causing the surrounding temperature to heat up instantly.

The mercenary knew that the situation was not good, so he wanted to retreat, but it was too late, the fireball behind him exploded as soon as possible, and after that, more than a dozen fireballs exploded one after another. This time, the referee did not make a move, because the fireball was more scattered, and the player would only be injured, not fatal.

When the smoke cleared, the mercenary was already lying on the ground, seriously wounded, and he tried to struggle to get up, but after struggling for a while, he gave up.

After each fight, the referee signals the winning side whether they want to continue or take a quarter of an hour's rest. If you need to take a break, just nod your head. Qing Yu fought for two battles, and there was no consumption at all, so he shook his head, and the third game began.

In the control and dispatch room on the third floor, Cai Wansheng stared at the magic water screen. Wei Song said: "This kid is not simple, the general casting time of the fireball technique is about five seconds, but he only needs less than two seconds. Moreover, the power of his fireball was about twice that of an ordinary person, which meant that he had absorbed at least one high-level fire attribute spirit. ”

Cai Wansheng said: "These are still secondary, the most important thing is that he can control the explosion time of a dozen fireballs. This is an ability that only a magus can do, and if he can do this, he may have extremely high-end magical abilities. Xiumei, you go and tell Elder Han, maybe we have to start the interception plan in advance. Wei Song, you go to investigate the detailed information of this kid, I have a hunch that the origin of this kid is definitely not simple, maybe he really came for Yum. ”

Qing Yu didn't care what others thought, before Master Dugu came, he only said that he would try his best to win a hundred consecutive victories, and leave the rest alone. So, what he has to do now is try his best to win.

He had been fighting for the rest of the day, and not a single break had taken a quarter of an hour. In the first time, he won 30 consecutive games, breaking the record for the fastest.

In the Snowstorm Arena, the fastest winning streak is 28 consecutive wins in one day. And Qing Yu, it only took one morning to win thirty games in a row. He was still in good spirits and not half tired.

If he had turned on the magic drain function, he wouldn't have been tired at all, and now, he didn't need to turn on this ability.

He knew that the other side would definitely have a plan to intercept him, and if he could win one more game before they reflected it, he would have one more chance. Of course, he didn't care about the opponent's interception, as long as the opponent's strength was still within the Star Source Period, he was sure of victory.

After winning the thirtieth game, the referee asked: "Dugu Dao, if you win thirty games in a row, you can get five hundred gold coins in this game, are you going to stop here, or are you ready to continue fighting?"

"Don't ask in the future, I'm here to fight, 100 wins is the only goal, don't win 100 games, never stop fighting. ”