A dimly lit underground arena.

As always, cheers and invective filled the small venue, which was unknown to the outside world.

Even though the heavy stuffiness pressed on everyone's bodies, they were still radiant, and their faces were extremely exciting.

Hideous and maniacal laughter are mixed together, creating an atmosphere of extreme madness.

Because these people are outlaw gamblers in underground black houses, all they care about is money.

Even if you have a huge loan on your body, you have to try to gamble here, what if you make a lot of money at once?

However, this venue here is unusual.

The two men on the center of the arena staggered each other, constantly emitting a crisp, harsh pounding sound of steel metal, and each time the collision was followed by a dull hum.

It's in a sword fight.

And it's the kind of life and death fight that is extremely ruthless, and there are no rules of an ordinary ring game to speak of, as if only alive can win a game.

Of course, "as if" can be removed with confidence.

This is a life-and-death fight, the life and death certificate has been signed before the fight, the living can get a good reward, and the dead, not even a coffin.

This is the sword fight in the underground pavilion.

Here, the sword has no eyes, the dead are commonplace, and the undead are strange.

Almost every fight ended in a tragic ending with one death and one injury, but the gamblers were still happy to die.

They don't care about the dead anymore, in their eyes, as long as they press the right bet and get the fluttering bills, what does it have to do with them whether they are dead or not.

The two on the field were each cut to varying degrees in their respective offensives before.

One person's chest was already bloody and blurred, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was also covered with three bloody scars that had just been left, one of which almost pierced his eyeballs, which was extremely hideous.

And the other one was obviously much better, one arm drooped, it was obvious that he had been pierced through the bones, he was unconscious, and there was a thick blood flowing from his forehead, and there was no sign of stopping until now, it was obvious that he was cut off by the head, maybe it was a fluke, and he didn't pass out directly.

There are more scars on his legs, and his entire left leg is already trembling, and it is already a luxury to want to move, and it is already the limit to be able to take the three sword moves just now.

The two seemed intent on adjusting their aura and preparing for the subsequent life-or-death sword.

But gamblers aren't buying it.

Everyone is scolding, and the most scolding may be those gamblers with huge debts.

On the other hand, in the compartment on the fourth floor, there is no noise outside, and a faint fragrance wafts through this private room, and several middle-aged people in extraordinary clothes are chatting and laughing on the sofa.

There are constantly young ladies who seem to be waiters bringing melons and fruits to eat.

Behind each of them, there are two plainly dressed people, who seem to be bodyguards, but unlike what they usually see in the movies, they don't have suits and sunglasses.

It's just that each has a long sword of different styles pinned to his waist, and one of them is equipped with a long knife, which is extremely abrupt.

The big guys sitting on the sofa didn't watch the life-and-death fight on the platform at all, and talked lightly about how their other businesses prospered and how they needed to be taken care of.

A middle-aged man in a black shirt smiled and responded to the joke of another business tycoon next to him, and gently waved his hand at the man in the cross-knife long coat behind him.

The man who straddled the knife took a step forward without any expression, bent down, and rested his ears next to the middle-aged man in the black shirt, as if to say something.

The cross-knife man looked up at the scene under the stage, thought for a while and said softly: "After this is over, it should be the fighting platform between Yang Yi and Zhu Hong of Taisheng Pavilion in the Wind and Snow Building, because these two are the signboards of their respective clubs, and they may be warmed up for twenty minutes, so they need to wait for a while." ”

The middle-aged man in black nodded slightly, and the person stepped back.

The giant next to him seemed to hear something, and said with a mocking tone: "Boss Zhang is really anxious, but also, if it weren't for the fight between Yang Yi and Zhu Hong today, a busy person like Boss Zhang would not have come here in person." ”

The middle-aged man known as Boss Zhang smiled: "Mr. Li is a little elevated to me, although I haven't been to the venue for a long time, but I will see the show once every three months, how can it be as exaggerated as you say." ”

"However, the fight between Yang Yi and Zhu Hong is also one of the purposes of my trip, just hearing that rookie Yang Yi has won ninety-nine consecutive victories in life and death in just three months, and Zhu Hong, the executioner who has no one under the sword, is enough to arouse my interest in this life and death sword fight, dare to say that Mr. Li does not have the same idea as me?"

Mr. Li laughed: "Boss Zhang, I can't install a bug in my head, yes, I also heard a little about Yang Yi and Zhu Hong's achievements, and they are already top swordsmen separately, and I thought that wouldn't it be quite exciting if the two met together, no, since my wish has been achieved, wouldn't it be a big loss if I didn't come." ”

Mr. Li paused and continued: "But the impact of this time has spread to half of the insiders, do you see the box next door, there are a few real big people in it, and those of us who are a little famous in the mixed business circle have to lower our heads a little." ”

Boss Zhang smiled and looked directly into Mr. Li's eyes, who nodded slightly, and suddenly understood.

Mr. Li turned his head and looked at an old man in a green shirt with an extraordinary bearing.

It is said to be old, but the spirit revealed by the whole body is extremely pure, and it is not lost to some upright and fierce people in their thirties and forties.

Mr. Li smiled and said, "Old Liao, from your point of view, what is the level of the two people in this stage?"

Liao Lao slowly opened his eyes when he heard this, and after a casual glance, he stopped looking: "There is nothing to say, the two reckless men who are not solid in basic skills will stab the knife forward, if they can't even keep their own bodies, what kind of sword they play, I just don't know what the two juniors Yang Yi and Zhu Hong, who are about to behead a hundred people, have any ability, if the performance is still unsatisfactory, then my trip will be regarded as charity, and in the future, our sect will no longer pay attention to similar famous and sky-high buckets." ”

Mr. Li hurriedly smiled: "Just look at it, I heard that Yang Yi's swordsmanship is known for being fast, and the speed is so fast that the blade can't be seen with the naked eye, and I don't know if it's an exaggeration, anyway, I'm quite looking forward to it." ”

Liao Lao was silent, which made Mr. Li a little embarrassed.

As a well-known boss in the business circle, this embarrassing scene is really not adaptable, but fortunately, Boss Zhang is reasonable, and when he saw that the atmosphere was wrong, he echoed: "Don't forget that their Fengxue Building is in the name of the fastest sword, and Yang Yi is regarded as a signboard, and there must not be much water." However, I remember that Zhu Hong's swordsmanship is just the opposite, purely relying on brute force to become famous, this one is the fastest, the other is the most brutal, this bet is not easy to suppress. ”

Mr. Li said: "My Sword Pavilion Club pursues strength as the main training method, and I really don't know much about the swordsmanship of speed, so I will vote for Zhu Hong in the next game." ”

Boss Zhang nodded and said, "Then I'll be Yang Yi, there's no way, the victory or defeat between the two of us is still a tie so far." If anyone loses tonight, remember to have a meal, this meal should not be a problem for Mr. Li, right?"

The two laughed, but Liao Lao was still rubbing a pair of old beads in his hands, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be whispering something in his mouth, and no one knew.

Talking and laughing, the table under the stage was already splashed with blood, and almost half of the entire stage was more or less red.

At this time, I saw a person lying on the ground, constantly spitting pus and blood in his mouth, which was already quite miserable.

But he still clenched the long sword in his hand, trembling and trying to stand up, but his body was really no longer good, and his consciousness was already a little vague.

The other person was not much better, the holes on his body were visible to the naked eye, and there was no clean place on his body, but it was much lighter than the swordsman lying on the ground.

Holding the sword in one hand, half-squatting in the ring and panting, the swelling of his head due to lack of oxygen made this person a little unstable.

The outlaws in the audience shouted excitedly to kill him.

The half-crouching swordsman seemed to be drawn by such a voice, straightened up tremblingly, and walked towards the swordsman lying in a pool of blood step by step.

This...... It is also in line with the regulations of the underground sword hall here......