"Now, let's see if Debaosen, one of the overlord-level strengths in the brass rank, can end this mysterious white-haired girl's seven-game winning streak, the time has come to witness the miracle, whether Debaosen, one of the overlords, will end the white-haired girl's path to godhood or become a stepping stone on the white-haired girl's path to godhood, wait and see."

The series of voices of the referee's commentary resounded in this arena, instantly stirring up the atmosphere in the audience.

So, Debaosen's lips that were opening his mouth to persuade were stiffly choked, and he didn't react for a long time, at this moment, there was only one thought in his head, that is, the "seven consecutive wins" mentioned by the commentary

As one of the overlords of the Brass rank, a winning streak is a normal thing for him, but because of the winning streak, Debaosen knows more clearly how difficult it is to maintain a winning streak.

In order to put an end to this kind of luck-based people who have been winning streaks, there has always been an unspoken rule in the arena, that is, every time you win one game in a row, the enemy will be stronger in the next challenge, and Debaosen's strength is really good, the best record has reached six consecutive wins, but this girl who looks weak actually broke her own highest record, which is simply unbelievable for Debaosen.

"No, no, it must be lucky, but your good luck ends here, meeting me is the most unlucky thing in your life" Debaosen said in a confident tone, but only he really knew how bad his situation was, and this sentence seemed to be meant for Arya, but rather self-encouragement.

Arya didn't speak, just drew her sword in her right hand, the simple sky-blue hilt and the ice-like blade had no extra decorations and patterns, very simple, but because of this, it gave people a simple beauty.

Arya took a step. With a casual wave of the ice sword in his hand, the sunlight reflected on the wall through the blade like an ice cube, and the place illuminated by the light reflected by the blade slowly formed frost, and the breath on his body suddenly exploded, and he flew all the way up in an instant, and did not stop until the fifth level of the first level.

Debaosen was subconsciously stunned, Arya's sword swinging action did not look like a battle at all, but like an artist, with Arya's pure white dress and mask covering the mystery, giving people a looming dream.

Arya was ready for battle. Seeing De Baosen's distracted face, Arya did not rush to make a move, for her, if she won in the open, if she attacked the other party now, she could indeed easily win. But would Arya do such insidious things?

It took about a few minutes until the auditorium started to make noise. Debaosen came to his senses. He looked at Arya with a complicated face, but the movements of his hand were not slow, and he stretched out and took out a giant sword from the spatial ring, just like his oppressive physique, the most suitable for him was naturally the giant sword known for its strength.

"Well, I'll take back what I just said. You're very strong, so I'll use my strongest strength to fight you next," De Paussen said solemnly, taking a deep breath.

Maybe Arya is beautiful, stunningly beautiful. Even lost his mind, but in comparison, what made Debaosen more dignified was the coldness that filled the air, and this means was enough for the girl in front of him to come here, and there was absolutely no trace of luck.

After speaking, Debaosen paused for a while, and his breath burst out instantly, soaring all the way to the peak of the fifth intermediate level, after the breath reached its peak, Debaosen did not talk nonsense, his body suddenly rushed towards Arya's direction, the giant sword in his hand did not delay his speed in the slightest, and the distance of fifty meters was a blink of an eye for Debaosen, and he rushed to Arya, holding the sword with both hands and jumping in the air, and striking at Arya's face, the strong force divided the air everywhere into two halves.

Arya's face under the mask did not change in the slightest, swinging the sword towards the blade that slashed over, seeing Arya's action, everyone couldn't help but marvel, in the same level, the giant swordsman has the strongest strength, this is undoubted, not to mention that the sword in Arya's hand is only slightly thicker than the thin sword, and it is unimaginable that he dares to go head-to-head with the giant swordsman.

But before they could question it, Arya had already proved that they were too superficial.

I saw that the ice sword in Arya's hand was covered with blue light, and as soon as her right hand moved, the long sword stabbed on the blade of Debaosen's giant sword, and stopped the impact of Debaosen's giant sword, which was not able to advance half a minute.

Before Debaosen could react from his surprise, Arya had already made another move.

"Frost Singing" Arya's cold voice sounded, two words, the sound started and fell in just a moment, and the ice sword in Arya's hand moved.

The blade that seemed to be made of ice lit up with a shocking blue light, instantly covering Debaosen's vision, in the blink of an eye, Debaosen's vision was only left with a white expanse, and nothing else could be seen.

Almost in the next second when Debaosen retreated, Arya's blade fell from the sky, straight into the position where Debaosen was standing, the blade fell to the ground, and a five-meter range around Arya instantly condensed a glacier more than ten meters high, enveloping Arya.

"Huhuhu~" Debaosen was glad to have escaped a catastrophe, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, if he hadn't retreated just now, he would have been frozen directly into the ice and slaughtered by others.

The blow was unsuccessful, and Arya didn't complain nonsense, but just snapped her fingers with her left hand, and the glacier surrounding her turned into a streamer and dissipated into heaven and earth.

The two of them maintained the previous posture again, Arya still held the sword horizontally in front of him, and Debaosen still held the sword as before, but the only difference was that Debaosen's face was several times heavier than before, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead.

De Baosen didn't attack, as if she was thinking about something, and Arya didn't attack because she was waiting for De Baosen to attack.

For a while, there was no strange sound in the arena, including the audience, everyone was shocked by the wonderful and gorgeous duel here, and some really discerning masters were secretly thinking about whether they could do better in the face of that girl, and for a long time, they all shook their heads tacitly.

Suddenly, Debaosen twisted his neck, a sign that the battle had begun, and at the same time, anyone else could perceive the change in Arya's surroundings.

The next moment, the two of them shot at the same time, Arya held the ice sword in her hand, rushed at the speed of the afterimage, the ice sword lit up, Arya deliberately lowered the height of the ice sword, pressed the ice sword to the ground, and left a thick frost where the blade passed.

Under everyone's gaze, the two collided.

Thundered~

The moment the two figures collided, layers of wind and sand were immediately rolled up, and the sound of sword light flickering and sword weapons colliding was faintly seen in the wind and sand, and everyone stared at the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field with wide eyes.

This kind of battle is extremely rare even in the Black Iron Rank, which shows how strong the strength of the two is.

Thundered~

Debaosen dragged the giant sword to Arya to slash three stages, only to see the huge heavy sword turned into a streamer, in the blink of an eye, Debaosen swung the three swords, the weight of the giant sword did not affect Debaosen's speed at all, the power of the three swords superimposed is simply incredible, it is estimated that few people in the fifth level can stop it.

Arya looked at the three sword lights coming in front of her, her eyes were slightly condensed, and she put the ice sword horizontally in front of her, swinging the ice light of the full moon, shattering Debaosen's three sword lights.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Debaosen sighed in his heart, as if he had made up his mind, suddenly gave up the attack, and quickly retreated to a few dozen meters away.

"Hey, why did you suddenly stop fighting again, didn't you fight just right?"

"If it weren't for De Baosen's own lack of strength, wouldn't it, look at the fact that he was still very fierce just now, it doesn't look like a lack of strength."

"Maybe there's some plan, just look at it."

Debaosen raised his head and looked at Arya complicatedly, he never thought that such a weak girl would be so powerful, don't look at the inseparable fight with Arya just now, no matter what he is, but only Debaosen himself knows his embarrassment.

His hand has been frozen a little stiff by Arya's mutated ice fighting qi, and it was fine at first, but in the back, the flexibility of his hand has dropped to the extent that it can affect his combat effectiveness, in other words, if he continues to consume, he will definitely lose.

And what really makes Debaosen's heart palpitate is not this, maybe it's an illusion, Debaosen has always felt that the girl in front of him doesn't seem to have used all her strength, although it's just a faint feeling, but it does exist.

De Paussen has always believed in his feelings, because he has relied on them many times to avoid life-and-death crises, in other words, he lost this battle, and he lost it completely.

Although he knew that he would definitely lose, Debaosen did not admit defeat, and under all the doubtful eyes, Debaosen said, "Although I know that I will definitely lose, I still want to try it, so the next move will determine the winner, I will use my strongest strength to meet your attack"

...... (To be continued......)