Hearing the voice of the black overlord, all the onlookers secretly shook their heads, and now in this situation, even if you don't want to bet, you have to bet, and if you bet, then the result is that you will inevitably get no return.

But under the oppression of the power, everyone paid out of their pockets and reluctantly put the Chu Yuan card on the table dedicated to betting.

It is no surprise that all the people are pressed on Lian Xiong, and they all believe that Lian Xiong will inevitably win!

After all, on this arena, only people from the Mixed Yuan Realm are allowed to come to the stage, and Lian Xiong's cultivation is already the top in the Mixed Yuan Realm!

They wouldn't think that this black-robed man, who was obviously a newcomer, could defeat Lian Xiong, but no matter who won, their Yuan Stone would definitely not be able to get it back!

The Black Overlord looked at dozens of Chu Yuan cards of different denominations, grinned, and sat on a chair next to the table with a big grin, half-lying, looking at the arena, he realized that today was really his lucky day, and this month was also his lucky month!

After a few minutes of messing up, the bottom was also quiet, and everyone looked at the stage in a bitter mood, thinking in their hearts, what is there to make a fuss, now it's okay, there is no return, even if Lian Xiong wins in the end, but how can the Black Overlord give money.

Looking at his treacherous smile, all the people who bet have a bottom in their hearts, if the black overlord will lose money, now he should have a sad face, how can he laugh, just because, Mo Xuan's side, there is no one who bets!

And after settling down below, on the arena, the atmosphere gradually became sluggish, and there was some tension!

Lian Xiong clasped his hands on his chest, the contempt in his eyes, and looked at the black-robed man in front of him with disdain without a trace of wrinkles, his breath was stable and abnormal, and he didn't feel panicked at all.

Cast a mist before somebody's eyes!

If you don't have a chance to beg for mercy, life and death are the final result!

Lian Xiong thought arrogantly in his heart, and walked towards the black-robed man in front of him step by step!

Although there was no depression, Lian Xiong's own cultivation of the sixth stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm was not in vain, and with every step he took forward, the arena was as if it had been hit hard by a giant hammer, and it shook slightly.

"It's a life-and-death battle on the arena, you can use weapons, you better take out your own weapons!" Regarding Lian Xiong's arrogant posture, Mo Xuan's eyes moved, and he said in a calm tone.

~~Wow~~

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked!

What are you kidding, under such a difference in strength, this black-robed man actually let Lian Xiong take out his weapon, wouldn't that be even more impossible to win!

"Heh!" said Lian Xiong's face twitched, and his eyes were densely covered with mockery. "To deal with you, you don't need weapons, my iron fists are enough for your soul to return to Huangquan!"

Lian Xiong raised his fists, on top of the clenched fists, green tendons burst out, the whole pair of fists was filled with an indescribable explosive power, just by virtue of his size, Lian Xiong was already more than twice as close to Mo Xuan, at this moment, his whole body slowly revealed the breath that belonged to the sixth-stage powerhouse of the Mixed Yuan Realm, and the milky white Yuan Force gradually covered out!

At this moment, Lian Xiong was ready to attack, and at the same time, in a corner of the Black Tower Arena, about three meters above the ground, there was a narrow window, no light appeared in the arena through the window, and through the window, he saw a pair of eyes with a sneer!

His cold eyes stared at Mo Xuan's arena, Hei He had always regarded these people who fought on the arena as inferior people in his heart, and their lives had never been taken into account by Hei He!

"If you dare to do something to the people of my Black Tower, even if you are a minion, you will have to pay the price, this time I will borrow Lian Xiong's hand and bury you!"

"Lian Xiong! hehe, the moment you break through the Nirvana Realm, it will be your time of death, presumably over the years, the Yuan Stone you have earned should not be less!"

Hei He's gaze gradually shifted from Lian Xiong's body, and slowly condensed to the "Black Overlord" under the arena, and a rich cold light suddenly burst out from his already cold eyes.

"This guy is really lucky, when he killed a cultivator in the Mixed Yuan Realm, he accidentally found an advanced pill, and now he has broken through to the Nirvana Realm, and it is not easy to start, it seems that he can only win it over. ”

With a few whispers in a low voice, the window mouth slowly closed, and there was no gap in the closed place, presumably even if someone carefully observed here, they would not be able to find that there was actually a window here, and no one would have thought that at the wall of the Black Tower Arena, about three meters above the ground, in fact, there was a dark layer around the entire arena.

And Hei He, the three masters of the 'Black Tower', has actually been hiding in the dark layer, every move in the entire arena, it can be said, is in full view, once it is found that some competitors, or bettors, have enough money, then, he will send someone to quietly make a move, killing people and plundering goods!

And Lian Xiong is obviously one of his predetermined goals, as the king of the winning streak in the arena, over the years, the Yuan Stone obtained is definitely not tens of thousands, it is very likely to reach hundreds of thousands, this is not a small number, after all, Lian Xiong is just a cultivator of the Mixed Yuan Realm.

At that time, not only the probability of success was greater, but more importantly, the accidental death of Lian Xiong, no one would suspect the head of the Black Tower Arena, although the chaotic land was chaotic, but similar to this kind of arena, if everyone knew what it was secretly doing, then the prestige impact on the entire 'Black Tower' would be extremely bad

"Boy, next time I remember, in a place like the arena, it's not a small body like you, put on a black robe and a hat, you can come up, and you can have a good memory!"

With the shaking of the entire arena, the pair of fists full of destructive power, wrapped by Yuan Li, brought up the sound of breaking the wind, and hit the body motionless under the fierce attack of Lian Xiong, but the black robe has been shaking constantly, making a sound of blowing wind, and the whole person is like a black-robed man like duckweed swaying in the wind and rain!

The momentum was like a fierce tiger, and the coercion shrouded his heart, and even some people who were originally watching around the other arenas couldn't help but look at this side, and when they saw Mo Xuan's figure shrouded in black robes, they couldn't help shaking their heads.

The swaying under the wind and rain and the ferocity like a tiger coming out of the mountain form a strong contrast!

"This kind of coercion that can't directly destroy the spiritual defense line, coupled with the feeling of momentum oppression, will really make my Yuan Seed tremble faintly, this is much better than cultivating steadily, if I go through ten such battles a day, maybe not a month, I can go one step further and reach the level of the third stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm!"

Mo Xuan's eyelids lowered slightly, he thought in his heart, felt the wind pressure, and looked at his fists that were already less than a meter away from his body, and a trace of judgment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The hands that had been hanging low moved slightly, touching the dust sealing sword that had been carrying it behind him, but it was covered by a wide black robe, and then, within the sea of qi, Yuan Chong moved.

Seal the Dust Sword, out!

"Whew...... Shout...... Whew......"

Everyone, they didn't see Mo Xuan make any moves, only to see eighteen sword lights suddenly appear at the side of the black-robed man, volleying out of the air, whirling and attacking, the momentum was terrifying!

The sound of the rapid breaking wind sounded, and Lian Xiong's eyes, which originally had a touch of bloodthirsty intent, suddenly contracted his pupils, and then enlarged, and the two fists that were originally swung out were about to make a move at that moment, from an offensive posture to a defensive one.

However, the second sword of Yutian is about two words, speed!

The sword moves with the heart, where the heart goes, where the sword goes, under such a fierce and rapid attack, even the bear doesn't even have time to react, the body that originally rushed forward stopped abruptly, and in his eyes, there was a thick horror, and the color of remorse.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength!

Bang!

When eighteen sword lights hit Lian Xiong one after another, without exception, his stout and tall body, without any explanation, fell straight on the arena, and then, on his face, feet, and body, blood marks gradually emerged.

Not a Nirvana realm powerhouse, under the sudden attack of this kind, there is only one result, and that is, death!

Even Yun Yi, under the second sword of Yutian, used the Yuan Technique, and then relied on the Nirvana Yuan Body to carry it, although Yun Yi at that time received one more move, and it was also the strongest blow!

Eighteen into one, one sword in the sky!

However, the simple eighteen sword lights are still not to be underestimated, and the mythical-level Yuan Technique is not ordinary.

"Lian Xiong is dead......

"How is that possible, what just happened......"

"This ...... Lian Xiong died...... Lian Xiong died......"

When Lian Xiong's body fell straight down, after half a sound, a quiet crowd of onlookers below suddenly let out a burst of exclamations like the roar of the thunder god, and even the 'Black Overlord' who had already stood on the betting table with his feet on the betting table and looked at the arena with his eyes slightly squinted was trembling, and almost fell off the chair directly.

The eighteen sword lights, even him, didn't react, and asked himself, the Black Overlord was not sure to take the eighteen sword lights intact.

It's just that the power of the eighteen sword lights bursting out has reached the level of half-step nirvana, and under the guard, the black overlord has no confidence to take it.

"This guy ......" The Black Overlord looked at the entire arena with a crowd that had already boiled, and whispered softly in his mouth, making him a rough person, able to calm down so calmly, you can imagine how shocking the eighteen sword lights just now