"In the next game, Lu Hao from the Southern Barbarian Wuwei Empire will challenge the six fingers who have won fifty-eight consecutive games!"

The host shouted hoarsely, and there was a whistling and whistling sound all around.

Then, the host beckoned to Lu Hao.

Lu Hao carried the mountain sword and strode out.

There was a boos around, and it was obvious that the audience in the Blood Rock Department was not friendly to a Middle-earth man like Lu Hao.

Lu Hao held the hilt of the mountain sword in his hand and slammed it suddenly.

The mountain slashing sword was inserted into the ground, and the sparks rose straight up, and the piercing sound made everyone around them stagnate.

Then there was even more booing.

"Hehe, this kid, that's asking for yourself!"

"A Nanban, run to our Blood Rock Department to show off his might, the six-fingered madman, kill him!"

"Six-fingered, six-fingered, six-fingered!"

In a rhythmic shout, at the other end of the arena, an iron gate slowly rose.

A strong man, striding out of it.

He has six fingers in both hands, and each holds an iron rod, judging from the weight of the iron rod, this guy's strength is only comparable to Lu Hao.

The cold gaze stared at Lu Hao tightly.

"Nanban boy, after a while, after turning into meat sauce, you can know how bold you are. His deep voice rang out.

"Are you both ready, ready to go!"

Without waiting for Lu Hao to respond, the host shouted, and then hurriedly retreated.

Sure enough, almost at the same time as his words fell, the six fingers were already running and charging.

was a hundred steps away, but in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Lu Hao.

Flying and jumping, the double sticks in his hands, crossed into a cross, and struck down from mid-air.

At the same time, the brute patterns on his body began to glow red, and the violent power also turned into a cross, shooting down from mid-air one by one.

Lu Hao's whole person fell into the cross light that fell in mid-air.

"Iron Cross!"

"As soon as the six fingers came up, he used a trick, how much does he hate that Nanban?"

"Six fingers against the Nanban, it has always been like this, he has been fighting with the Nanban in the North Sword Gate Pass for ten years!"

The audience, excited by the six fingers coming up like this, surrounded by a lot of noise.

Lu Hao, unmoved!

His hand clutched the hilt of his sword, but the sword was still stuck in the ground.

"My sword legend is the sword of guardianship, and it is also the sword of fighting, unlike other sword skills, you don't usually need to practice complete sword skills, as long as you practice the four actions of pulling, splitting, stabbing, and wiping. ”

"As for the complete practice of sword skills...... You're going to do it in real combat!"

When Chen Ming taught his sword skills, his words seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

These days, he holds a wooden stick and only practices the four movements of pulling, splitting, stabbing and wiping.

The light that fell in mid-air seemed to him to be non-existent.

When the fastest beam of light was about to be in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand.

The sword light of the mountain slashing sword flashed, and it was like an upside-down waterfall rising in mid-air!

The falling cross light, under this waterfall of light, melts and disintegrates like snow meets the spring sun.

Moreover, the sword light continued to roll backwards and rushed directly.

The six fingers in the air widened their eyes and looked horrified.

Late.

Porphyry!

The sword light struck the criss-crossed iron rod and then vanished.

Lu Hao dragged the mountain slashing sword and moved a few steps to the side, and his six fingers landed on the position where he was standing just now.

After falling, he stayed for a while, and then the iron rod in his hand was cut into four.

Not only did the iron rod become four, but his body began to spurt blood wildly.

And then, fall!

Lu Hao's eyes looked around calmly, and the audience who was shouting wildly just now was completely quiet.

The sound of a needle falling can be heard.

It wasn't until the host, who had not left the arena, walked back in a daze and announced that Lu Hao had won, that at this time, the audience understood.

In an instant, in one round, in this bloody battle in the Blood Rock Arena, the six fingers who had won nearly sixty consecutive victories were beheaded!

The one who killed him was just an obscure Nanban!

At the top of the audience seats on both sides, a densely tattooed man grinned: "Interesting." ”

"I'll arrange people to destroy this Nanban!" said the arena owner next to him, bowing his head.

"Ordinary opponents are useless, this Nanban must be a genius among the Nanban, in their words, it has the strength to cross the border to kill the enemy. "The tattooed man.

"I'll let someone who has won 80 in a row shoot, and they also have the strength to kill the enemy by leapfrogging!" said the arena master.

"You go and do it, well, I look at this Nanban, his swordsmanship is still a little stiff, and he hasn't learned home after all. ”

"Don't worry, Khan, I will do it well, this Nanban will not live long!"

The strong man with tattoos smiled a little: "I hope he can live a long time and surprise me a little......

After the first battle, Lu Hao called it a day and returned to the rest area.

Here he saw the elated gray eagle.

"Well, well done, no one thought that you would win, to be honest, I didn't expect you to win so beautifully!"

The gray eagle was obviously excited, and Lu Hao smiled, noticing the bone bead necklace around his neck and the feather crown on his head.

Before Lu Hao came on the field, his neck and head were empty, which should be his "trophy".

"Let's go, I've already arranged a place for you to rest, and the best woman!"

Lu Hao was suddenly a little embarrassed, thinking of those terrible women in Ancestral Dragon City, he shuddered, and hurriedly said: "Give me a place to rest, as well as water and food, I want to prepare for the next one!"

Gray Eagle laughed and nodded.

Early the next morning, when Lu Hao finished his cultivation, he heard the shouts of the gray eagle.

His dwelling was also a tent for the Ringers, so he answered, and the gray eagle came in with the curtain lifted.

"Lu Hao, your second game is scheduled for this afternoon, this time the opponent may be stronger than the six fingers!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm just afraid that the opponent is not strong. Lu Hao thought for a while and said.

Yesterday's battle, although it was only a moment, gave Lu Hao a very deep understanding of the sword skills passed on by Chen Ming.

He somewhat understood why Chen Ming didn't let him practice the complete sword technique, but only practiced the four basic movements.

The changes in sword skills all come from those four basic movements, and the rest of the body style, pace, and vitality are all things that a martial artist has practiced since childhood.

If you can master the four basic movements well and combine them at the most appropriate time, your sword skills will be considered small.

"But ......"

Gray Eagle was happy, but heard Lu Hao speak again.

These two words made the gray eagle's heart suddenly hang.

"Don't you think that I should have a share of all the benefits?" Lu Hao smiled and looked at Gray Eagle and said.

Gray Eagle felt a pang in his heart: "What, what benefit?"

"All the benefits, whether they are the benefits that the arena owner has promised you, or the benefits outside the arena. Lu Hao said.

Gray Eagle frowned, his eyes flickering.