At this time.

Hundred Battle Towers.

Ye Cheng is dominated by the Ye family, but Baizhan Lou is an exception, which is transcendent and independent.

When Ye Wushuang arrived, it was a quaint attic.

The décor is ordinary, but dignified and atmospheric, full of heritage.

This is the Hundred Battles Building.

It seems simple, but in fact, it covers an extremely large area.

It is called Baizhan and is also the largest martial arts place in the city.

There is a hundred battles of life and death, which is also Ye Wushuang's purpose.

I want to get a high-level pill in the shortest time.

Life and death fighting is the best choice.

Walking into the attic, Dao Ming came to understand, and after a while, there was a attendant to lead him into the depths.

The entire attic, surrounded by stands, in the center, is a huge martial arts platform, all around, can be for everyone to watch the battle.

Under the leadership of the attendants, Ye Wushuang came to the front of a passage.

There, a wooden table was placed, and there was an old man in black, sitting upright and waiting.

"Hello, I want to participate in the life-and-death fight."

Ye Wushuang walked over and said politely.

"Okay." The old man in black has long been commonplace.

"Age."

"Fifteen."

"Name."

"Sword Warrior."

The old man in black glanced at Ye Wushuang, "Pseudonym? ”

Jian Wushuang is obviously not his real name.

"Hmm!" Ye Wushuang nodded.

The sword is unmatched, the sword is unmatched!

This is his unchanging ambition, with a sword in hand, unparalleled in the world!

"Okay." The old man in black nodded and asked no more.

In life-and-death martial arts, it is not uncommon for people to participate under pseudonyms, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Then he said again.

"Cultivation."

"Late stage of gathering."

The old man in black registered them one by one, nodded and said, "The strength is good, you can." ”

"Before entering, pick a weapon and a mask."

"Also, what kind of martial arts do you want to participate in?"

Life and death fights are divided into death fights and life fights, the former can only end if one side dies in battle, while the latter, relatively speaking, is much milder.

"I want to participate, Cross the Border Deathmatch!"

Ye Wushuang said calmly.

"What?" The old man in black was startled, and it was incredible.

Cross-border deathmatch.

In the deathmatch, the most terrifying one.

It is claimed that there is death and no life.

Martial artists, practicing martial arts, have clear realms.

In the same realm, there is still a distinction between high and low, strong and weak, and it is almost impossible to win in battle across the realm.

Cross-border deathmatch is a deathmatch across a small realm.

Ye Wushuang is already in the late stage of Qi Gathering, which means that his opponent must be the Great Perfection of Qi Gathering!

"Are you sure?" The old man in black couldn't help but ask.

"Sure."

Ye Wushuang nodded firmly.

Ordinary deathmatch, the reward is also very good, but it is far from what my sister needs to cultivate with herself.

Therefore, only a cross-border death fight can be satisfied.

Moreover, he cultivates the immortal sword body, and his own strength is far beyond the same realm, he has the confidence that he can win!

"A death match can only end if one side dies."

"Cross-border deathfight, but also cross-border war, since you think about it, then I won't say more!"

"Take him there."

The old man in black suppressed the shock in his heart and said no more.

He waved his hand, and an old man in blue walked respectfully.

Ye Wushuang did not hesitate, he casually picked out a bronze mask and put it on his face, and the temperament of the whole person changed in an instant, killing and cold, and his body was like a sharp sword.

Then, he took out a long sword, followed the old man in blue, walked into the passage, and went straight to the battle platform.

Not long after Ye Wushuang left, two figures came from the depths of the attic.

The leader is a girl, twenty-eight years old, with skin like jade and black hair like a waterfall.

She has a beautiful face, she is not very old, but she is already very beautiful.

A purple long skirt is indescribably expensive, and the thin waist that Yingying holds is tied up with a purple belt, highlighting the figure undoubtedly.

Behind him, closely followed by a middle-aged man.

The temperament is solemn and unfathomable.

Obviously a strong man.

"See the young landlord!" Seeing the girl, the old man in black knelt down respectfully.

"The subordinates don't know that the owner of the young building has arrived, and they are disappointed."

"Hmm." Murong Yue waved her hand, "No need to be polite, I'm just going to see if there is anything interesting in today's life and death martial arts arena." ”

Her tone is gentle, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Interesting thing......" The old man in black paused when he heard this, and his eyes lit up.

"There's one thing."

"Just now, a teenager wants to participate in a cross-border death match!"

"Cross-border deathmatch?" Murong Yue's beautiful eyes lit up.

"This is rare, it seems that I am lucky, let's go, Uncle Jian, let's go and see!"

After speaking, her body was agile and had already disappeared.

Behind him, Uncle Jian, a middle-aged man, smiled helplessly and followed.

Life and death battle!

All around, there was a constant uproar, and on the battle platform, there were mottled blood.

Scrap limbs and minced flesh are faintly visible.

At this time, an old man in blue, with Ye Wushuang, had already stepped onto the battle platform.

"Everyone, let's welcome, the next martial artist, the late stage of Qi gathering, the sword is unmatched!"

The old man in blue glanced around, pressed slightly, and the noise in the field was instantly stagnant.

When the sound fell, the audience boiled again.

"There's a new guy here!"

"Sword Wushuang? I haven't heard of it, it's just the late stage of gathering, it doesn't seem to be strong! ”

"This person is also worthy of the blue-clothed deacon to lead the team?"

On the viewing stage, many viewers began to discuss.

None of them were optimistic about Ye Wushuang.

In the later stage of Qi gathering, in the martial arts arena, it is not among the strongest.

Moreover, a newcomer often does not perform too well.

"Ladies and gentlemen." When the old man in blue heard this, he was not angry, and spoke up again.

"In the next life-and-death fight, I think you will definitely not be disappointed."

"Because ......"

"This is a cross-border death match!"

Wow!

In an instant, the entire martial arts arena was in a sensation.

"What? Fight to the death! ”

"Oh my God!"

"It's rare to see such a deathmatch, I didn't expect it to happen today!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Everyone became excited, looked at Ye Wushuang, and looked forward to it.

Seeing this, the old man in blue smiled with satisfaction, he looked at Ye Wushuang and asked, "Childe, can you start?" ”

"Yes."

Ye Wushuang wore a bronze mask, had a solemn temperament, held a long sword, and said lightly.

"Good!"

"Then, the fight begins!"

"Please have the first opponent!"

The old man in blue nodded, announced loudly, and then he stepped down directly.

Not much.

Bang dang!

At the other end of the platform, a passage opened.

There was a tall figure striding out.

He has a strong body, like a violent bear, and in his body, his true qi is majestic and flowing.

He is a master of gathering qi and consummation!

"Daniel Zhang!"

"Storm bear Daniel Zhang!"

"It's him! The first death match, is Daniel Zhang on stage? Sword Warriors is finished! ”

Seeing this person, everyone on the viewing platform exclaimed.

Cross-border warfare is already difficult, not to mention, Daniel Zhang is also a master in the Great Perfection of Qi Gathering.

In the Hundred Battles Building, there is the name of the violent bear.

"Boy, you dare to participate in the cross-border death fight, your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, you are destined to die!"

Daniel Zhang came with great momentum.

Like a mountain.

He looked at Ye Wushuang and smiled coldly.

"Not necessarily." Ye Wushuang shook his head.

"I won't lose this fight to the death!"

He has been fighting for the Ye family since he was a child, and he has already experienced life and death, a heart, tempered by thousands of tempers, and decisive killing, although he is not very old, he has already experienced wind and frost!

"Hmph, one blow, I'll wipe you out!" Daniel Zhang snorted coldly.

Rumble!

When the words fell, he shot directly, and when he stepped out, the earth trembled.

The true qi in the body exploded, like a river sweeping.

The momentum is sinking.

The huge fist like a grinding disc roared in the air, direct, and brutal, killing Ye Wushuang.

The call of the audience, in an instant, was pushed to the extreme.

Countless people boiled and began to scream.

"This death match should be over." On the other side, behind the crowd, Uncle Jian, a middle-aged man, shook his head slightly.

"Daniel Zhang, in the martial arts arena, has a great reputation and is very strong."

"Facing him, that boy, there is no chance of winning."

"Really?" When Murong Yue heard this, her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, falling on Ye Wushuang.

It was at this time.

Sou!

Uncle Jian's gaze froze.

In the field.

The fist prints like a grinding disc moved sideways, like a mountain, smashing over, extremely violent, and there was nowhere to do it.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang's figure suddenly moved.

Boom!

Like a soldier out of the sheath.

A sword roared and resounded through the martial arts arena.

In his body, the golden true qi moved, and the sword light slashed down, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning.

A sword!

Phew!

Bloodshot Splash!

The sword light swept by, and the field fell into a deathly silence.

Daniel Zhang's figure of killing stopped instantly!

From the center of his eyebrows, a sword light pierced directly through it.

Die!

Cross-border deathmatch, it's over?

In the later stage of gathering, a sword kill is complete?