"Amazing, there are too many swordsman powerhouses gathered in the Ancient Sword City. The stout middle-aged man next to him sighed.

"But no, in the past ten years in the ancient sword city, there seem to be only eighteen people who have won fifty consecutive victories, and there is only one person who has won one hundred consecutive victories, how many powerful swordsmen have not been able to go through fifty games, after all, if you participate in the ring competition, you can't wear defensive spirit weapons, and the weapons in your hands are all replaced with ancient sword sect spirit swords, if you want to win, you can only rely on personal cultivation and martial arts. ”

"But I heard that a new super strong character with fifty consecutive victories was born recently, it is said to be Feng Qingxue, a disciple of the East Pole Holy Land, her martial arts are very peculiar, ordinary people can't get close to her within ten meters, and the characters who are defeated in her hands think they have seen through her moves, and when they really fight, they all end up in confusion. ”

"Yes, I've heard of it, I heard that it is the newly accepted third disciple of the Ethereal Sword Sect of the Eastern Pole Holy Land, known as the Drifting Snow Swordsman. ”

"Feng Qingxue, isn't it Feng Qingxue, who is ranked twenty-seventh on the True Dragon List?"

"Exactly!"

"It's getting more and more interesting, the swordsman on the True Dragon List, Feng Qingxue can definitely rank in the top five, or even the top three, and after fifty consecutive wins, every nine games, the tenth game will be fought against a fifty consecutive winning streak powerhouse of the Ancient Sword Sect, if you win, you can continue to move forward, and the loser will end the winning streak. ”

"This is the rule set by the Ancient Sword Sect, in the past ten years, of the eighteen people who have won fifty consecutive victories, ten of them are from the Ancient Sword Sect, and they have this strength. ”

"Those geniuses are not something we can imagine, but an interesting thing happened yesterday. ”

"I didn't come yesterday, what's interesting?"

"I heard that among the several ten-game winning martial artists born yesterday, one is not a real swordsman, but his strength is very strong, stronger than those ten-game winning swordsmen!"

"Wouldn't it? This situation actually happened, it seems that this person is really powerful. ”

Listening to the discussion next to him, Ding Yan was thoughtful.

In fact, the swordsman ring competition is not limited to only swordsmen can participate, but once on the stage, you must use the standard spirit sword given by the ancient sword sect, so that some warriors who are not swordsmen, as long as the cultivation does not exceed the spirit realm, you can participate in this so-called swordsman ring competition, after all, the rewards offered by the ancient sword sect are too tempting, of course, the one who can really go further in the swordsman ring competition must be the swordsman.

"There is only one person who has held a 100-game winning streak in the past ten years, and it is estimated that that person has overwhelming strength, otherwise it is very hanging. ”

Without overwhelming strength, it is impossible to achieve a hundred consecutive victories in the ancient sword city where swordsmen gather!

You must know that you have participated in the competition more times, and the tricks and habits have been figured out by others, but you don't know what powerful tricks others have, and besides, under the long-term battle, you will inevitably not have the sharpness at the beginning, and you will become more and more tired, until you are physically and mentally exhausted.

Even if you pass this level, the masters who will challenge later will become more and more powerful, everyone is not stupid, knowing that it is not your opponent, how can you go up, only those who are sure will play, defeat one, the next one will be stronger, not to mention that the people of the Ancient Sword Sect will not let you continue to win the streak, and will inevitably send more powerful strong people to fight against you.

In the ring.

The old man in black walked over with a smile, "Fang He defeated Yan Chengjue, the powerhouse of yesterday's ten consecutive victories, and now he is the leader of this ring, do you want to challenge him, of course, if you don't feel that you don't have this strength, the old man will not force it." ”

The old man in black is very good at stirring up everyone's emotions, Fang He is indeed very strong, but the realm of the sword is not very high, so it is still within the tolerance of many people, and listening to the old man in black say this, how can people who think they have strength endure it.

"I, Mu Gaofeng, will meet you!"

One of the people in the front row stood up, he didn't have a sword on him, but the momentum he exuded should not be underestimated, and everyone could see that he was not a real swordsman.

Boom!

Pulling out the standard spirit sword, Mu Gaofeng slashed horizontally with a sword, and the terrifying sword qi tore the resistance of the air, and where he passed, there was a blue light.

"I haven't even reached the realm of the sword with qi, and I dare to challenge me. ”

Fang He's eyes narrowed, and the spirit sword trembled, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, swallowing the sword of a human being, stabbing at Mu Gaofeng at a strange angle.

When the sword was close to the body, Mu Gaofeng's face was inconvenient, and the five fingers of his free hand were clenched, and he killed the sword in front of him.

Cracking sound!

The terrifying fist power emanated, blasting the sword into pieces.

"Brute force only. Fang He sneered, and sword light erupted.

The shattered sword rays actually formed a series of sword lights, and the edges were exposed.

Yikes!

Mu Gaofeng's pupils shrank, and he was shocked to find that the long hair on his forehead had been cut off, and his body was there.

"Fang Hesheng!" the old man in black said in a loud voice, "Could it be that today's ten consecutive victories are the Fang He Shaoxia in front of him?

Maybe he felt that Fang He's strength was very strong, or maybe he felt that it was unwise to fight hard with the current Fang He, and the next eight games were all defeated by Fang He.

"Congratulations to Fang He Shaoxia, who has become a strong man with ten consecutive victories today, please step down and continue tomorrow" The old man in black said: "Now, the next game." ”

"Another ten-game winning streak powerhouse was born, I don't know who will be next?"

"Ten consecutive wins have two or three strong people every day, which is not very unusual, if there are twenty consecutive wins, it is called powerful. ”

"Well, hopefully there will be a strong man with a twenty-game winning streak today. ”

"It's Li Moyan, the ten-game winning streak master who wasn't a swordsman yesterday!"

"I don't know how far he'll go!"

"It's Li Moyan Shaoxia, yesterday's ten consecutive victories, is there any young hero who is on the field to challenge, and the one who wins can not only get a thousand lower grade spirit stones, but also have the opportunity to become a master of ten consecutive victories!" said the old man in black in a loud voice.

Call!

Exhaling a breath, Ding Yan stood up, it was time to loosen his muscles, he didn't come to the Ancient Sword City to visit, not to mention that the rich rewards of the ring match were indeed tempting.

"Little brother, do you want to challenge Li Moyan?" The stout middle-aged man looked surprised, and said: "Although he is not a swordsman, but among the ten consecutive victories, his strength is very high, and his frozen empty fist is enough to freeze the opponent's qi and blood, so it is better to wait for him to step down and replace him with a slightly weaker one, otherwise, five hundred lower grade spirit stones will be wasted." ”

"No, just him. ”

As soon as his figure was spread, Ding Yan landed in the vast ring.

"Young people are strong, but they must also be brave and resourceful!" The stout middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head.

Among the VIPs in the front row of the audience, a beautiful young woman's eyes lit up, and she pulled the corner of the clothes of a beautiful woman next to her and said, "Senior Sister Feng, he snatched my puppet bird, and he was so angry that I didn't expect to dare to go to the ring." ”

The beautiful woman is wearing a snow-white dress, green silk like a waterfall, eyes like stars, and a snowflake pattern in the center of her eyebrows, which looks holy and gorgeous.

Hearing this, he smiled slightly, "Yuting, your careful thinking doesn't work in front of me." ”

"Senior sister," the young woman muttered while holding the arm of the gorgeous woman.

On the vast ring, Li Moyan and Ding Yan stood opposite each other, the length and width of the ring were five miles each, surrounded by empty flat land, covering a wider area, reaching twenty miles, and the aftermath of the battle of the strong in the Spirit Realm was difficult to cross a distance of dozens of miles, hurting the spectators in the audience.

"Hey, the cultivator of the lower Spirit Realm, little doll, a boy with fine skin and tender flesh like you, don't show off here, you'll get hurt, go home." Li Moyan is a middle-aged man in his forties, and when he saw Ding Yan at first glance, he thought it was a son-in-law who wanted to be in the limelight, so he couldn't help but persuade.

Boom!

Not bothering to explain to the other party, the standard spirit sword was pulled out halfway, and the terrifying golden sword cut a crack in the ring, and the crack spread to the soles of Li Moyan's feet at an unbelievable speed, and stopped abruptly.

"Give you a chance to make a shot. ”

Ding Yan's expression was cold, and his whole body was full of momentum from the unsheathed spirit sword, which was terrifying and abnormal.

Hiss!

Li Moyan was startled, looking at the sword momentum that came out, his face was solemn.

"Pretend, watch me send you off the stage with a frozen fist. ”

His right foot cracked the table, and Li Moyan swooped in front of Ding Yan, and his right fist burst out with a cold and cold energy, and the powerful True Yuan fluctuations caused the transformation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, as if an extremely cold tide was impacting him.

Recite!

The sound of the sword groaned sounded, and the sword light dazzled Li Moyan's eyes, and the next moment, Ding Yan's sword was already less than an inch away from Li Moyan's throat.

"You're defeated!"

The sword on the spirit sword was clear, and before the cold energy could get close, it was torn apart.

"How is it possible, I didn't see how he made a move?"

Li Moyan's eyes widened, he was actually defeated by a sword in the middle of his agility?

In the audience, a group of people who had seen Ding Yan unexpectedly blurted out, "It's him, he killed thirteen people with one sword, and he is really strong, today's ten consecutive victories, there must be him." ”

"Killing thirteen people with one sword, it's really fake. "Some people don't believe it.

"Just look at it. ”

In the ring, the old man in black walked over, "This young man is so fast, he defeated yesterday's ten-game winning powerhouse Li Moyan, this strength is admirable, now he is the champion of this ring, if you want to challenge him, please hurry up." ”

Ding Yan put away his sword and stood up, his expression was indifferent, to be honest, if it weren't for Li Moyan's contempt for Ding Yan at the beginning, coupled with the sudden shock, I'm afraid that if you want to solve it with a sword, you must expose your sword intent.

"The little doll also wants to achieve ten consecutive wins, watch me bomb you. Mu Gaofeng's figure flashed, and he appeared in the martial arts platform again, and he didn't draw his sword, but killed it with one punch.

The fist was close to the body, Ding Yan drew his sword and attacked.

Phew!

A sharp sword aura grazed Mu Gaofeng's cheek, bringing up a string of blood beads, and the terrifying fist power was completely dispersed by a sword.

Mu Gaofeng was chilled, for a moment, he thought he was dead, Ding Yan's sword was so fast that he lost his five senses, it was okay not to fight him, as soon as he fought, he knew how big the gap was.

"Good boy, so powerful!"

The stout middle-aged man who was sitting with Ding Yan couldn't help but blink his eyes and gasp.

"With Qi Imperial Sword!"

Fang He, Liu Dong, and Yan Chengjue's eyes flashed, revealing a look of impatience, as a swordsman to participate in the swordsman ring competition, in addition to earning spirit stones, the biggest interest is to duel with the master, anyway, in the ring competition, there are few dead people, the ancient sword sect clearly stipulates that when you don't need it, you are not allowed to kill.

Maybe you can say that you are only a little stronger than the other party and can't hold it, but in the next competition, once you expose your stronger strength, then the Ancient Sword Sect will judge you to intentionally kill someone, and you will be expelled at the least, and you will be killed as an example to the monkey.

Three wins in a row!

Five wins in a row!

Eight wins in a row!

Soon, Ding Yan directly became a master of ten consecutive victories.

50,000 lower-grade spirit stones are in hand!