Bao Chen fought with Chen Qinghong for half an hour, and finally cast his strongest magic duel, a punch pierced Chen Qinghong's arm, severely injured Chen Qinghong, and threw him from the ring.

However, Bao Chen was also hit by Chen Qinghong's palm and suffered internal injuries.

Drops of blood spilled from his mouth.

At this time, a strong man stepped into the ring and said lightly: "You have been seriously injured, it is impossible to win eight games in a row, admit defeat yourself!"

The battle in the underground ring is so cruel that it will not give you time to rest and recuperate, and you must keep fighting.

It's hard to win 10 games in a row.

Even with Bao Chen's strong strength, after seven consecutive battles, most of the spiritual energy in his body had been consumed, and he was seriously injured.

With his current form, it is almost impossible to win the eighth game.

Bao Chen clenched his teeth, stared at the stout man, and said, "Who said I can't fight the eighth battle?"

"Hehe, I, Zhang Nanan, have two records of winning eight games in a row in the underground ring. Zhang Nanan said lightly.

"Let's fight!"

Bao Chen mobilized the aura of his whole body and injected it into the fist gloves in his hand.

He aimed at Zhang Nan'an and blasted out a punch, and the green aura turned into a fist shadow and blasted towards Zhang Nan'an.

Unexpectedly, the bulky Zhang Nanan did not dodge, but held his breath, smashed his fist shadow with his brutal body, and rushed towards Bao Chen like a wild bull.

"Eat me a punch!" Zhang Nan'an raised his huge fist backwards as he ran.

Bao Chen has won seven opponents in a row, so his confidence is bursting. In the face of Zhang Nanan's punch, not only did he not dodge, but he swung his fist to meet him head-on.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Hard-hitting?

Is this Bao Chen crazy?

actually had a hard time with Zhang Nanan, who was born with divine powers!

It's just looking for death!

Fist to heart.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Bao Chen's arm twisted at the moment of collision, and let out a hasty scream, that is, he flew upside down in the air and fell to the ground and lost his combat effectiveness.

Zhang Nan'an stood still in place, like a statue.

One punch, defeat!

"Zhang Nan'an, who is worthy of being born with divine power, is simply amazing!"

"This Bao Chen really doesn't know the height of the sky, and he dares to go head-to-head with Zhang Nanan. ”

"yes, it's stupid. In the entire Dongwu Yuanying Zhenjun, no one dares to fight him!"

"Huang Zhiyong is in the ring!" At this time, there was a loud cheer in the ring.

Liang Zicheng signed a life and death agreement, paid a hundred spirit stones, and walked towards the ring.

Liang Zicheng smiled slightly, looking very relaxed, and stepped into the ring step by step.

As soon as he stepped into the ring, there was a commotion in the underground ring.

"Who is this boy, who dares to come to the underground ring to fight at such a young age?"

"I guess I want to be famous, right? There are too many hot-blooded teenagers like this, and dozens of them die every month, so it's not surprising?"

......

At this moment, Yu Zhonghui stood on top of a higher stand in the underground ring, staring at Liang Zicheng who was on the ring, with a somewhat hideous smile on his face: "Haha! There is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for hell for you to break into." If you die in the ring, don't blame me!"

Liang Zicheng's first opponent was a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe, who had reached the early stage of Yuan Infancy.

The yellow-robed middle-aged monk held a sharp magic weapon battle knife, and said with a full of anger: "Huang family, Huang Fei, the first to challenge Your Excellency, Your Excellency draw your sword!"

Liang Zicheng glanced at Huang Fei, shook his head gently, and said, "You are not worthy of me to draw the sword, if you draw the sword, I am afraid it will hurt you." ”

"Arrogance!"

The yellow-robed middle-aged monk poured his aura into the big knife, and a burst of light immediately emitted from the big knife.

He held the knife in both hands, swung the big knife airtightly, and quickly rushed towards Liang Zicheng.

With his momentum, even a mid-Yuan Infant monk would not dare to confront him.

"Wow!"

Liang Zicheng's figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared behind the yellow-robed middle-aged monk, raised his arm, waved out his palm, and slashed at the neck of the yellow-robed middle-aged monk.

"Bang dang!"

The Broadsword Magic Weapon falls to the ground.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe screamed, fell out of the ring, and fell to pieces.

He covered his neck, re-entered the ring, picked up the magic weapon of the big knife, stared at Liang Zicheng with some awe, and said, "Thank you for not killing." ”

Fortunately, Liang Zicheng did not use the magic weapon, otherwise, his head would have flown out of his neck.

The second game, win!

The third game, win!

Fourth, win!

In the next three games, Liang Zicheng won consecutive games.

He stood in the center of the ring, steady as a rock, and never used a magic weapon from beginning to end.

All the opponents who challenged, no matter how strong or weak they were, were all thrown out of the ring by the same move, without exception.

"How can this young man be so powerful? Zhang San, who had reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Stage, was actually slapped in the ring by him with his hand, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back. A sixteen-year-old aristocratic girl stared at Liang Zicheng with some curiosity.

Liang Zicheng is too young, but his strength is too terrifying. The monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, let alone forcing him to use magic weapons, couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

"He should already be in the late Yuan Infant realm, if his cultivation does not reach the late Yuan Infant stage, anyone who goes will only be knocked out of the ring by him with one move. ”

"Haha! I'll meet him for a while. ”

In the stands, a bald man carried two hammers, kicked his feet, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and leaped into the ring.

"Huang Daoyou, I, Lu Xiaojun, have come to fight with you for the fifth time, you have to be careful, my pair of hammers is a medium-grade magic weapon, once it is smashed, even if it is an iron man, it will be smashed. Lu Xiaojun said.

All the monks who can win five games in a row in the underground ring are almost all cultivators in the late Yuan Infant period, and only a few geniuses are the cultivation in the middle Yuan Infant period.

Lu Xiaojun is a mid-Yuan Infant monk, eight feet tall, his arms are thicker than Liang Zicheng's thighs, and his whole body is covered with palm-sized muscle blocks.

"Lu Xiaojun is born with divine power, and in the realm of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, he has already defeated more than a dozen monks in the late Yuan Infant stage. Huang Zhiyong is probably going to lose!"

"Roar!"

Lu Xiaojun roared, the bones of his whole body made a "crackling" sound, and a pair of arms moved the two hammer wheels, turning like a windmill, emitting pieces of wind and waves.

"Matchless hammer method!"

Lu Xiaojun displayed his fame magic technique, bursting out all his strength, and two iron hammers bombarded Liang Zicheng at the same time.

A hammer struck Liang Zicheng's head, and a hammer struck Liang Zicheng's legs.

Under such a fierce attack, no matter how strong Liang Zicheng's cultivation is, he will definitely retreat.

As long as Liang Zicheng retreats, his follow-up moves will attack one after another, defeating Liang Zicheng with thunder.

"Smack!"

At this time, a magic weapon long sword appeared in Liang Zicheng's hand.

Liang Zicheng still only made one move, smashing the magic weapon long sword on one of the hammers.

The hammer immediately changed direction and slammed into Lu Xiaojun's chest.

"Bang!"

Lu Xiaojun, along with two hammers, fell into the ring at the same time.

There was a dead silence throughout the scene.

Everyone's expressions were petrified instantly, and they all looked up at Liang Zicheng on the stage, and their expressions were extraordinarily exciting.

The scene in front of them completely subverted their concepts.

One move.

It's still a trick!

Whether it's Lu Xiaojun, the middle-aged yellow robe, or other monks.

These geniuses with strength in the infancy stage are like local chickens and dogs in Liang Zicheng's eyes, completely vulnerable!

No matter how fancy the martial arts of a few people are, the momentum will be overwhelming, and the momentum will be earth-shattering.

Leung is just an understatement.

Whether it is a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant or a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant, for Liang Zicheng, there is no difference, just one move, all in seconds!

The whole scene was silent for a full ten seconds before everyone came back to their senses from the shock and couldn't help but gasp.

"How can this person be so powerful?!"

"Lu Xiaojun actually failed like this, how can he be so strong?"

"Putting aside the others, Lu Xiaojun's is able to defeat several late-stage existences. However, in front of Liang Zicheng, he was defeated so completely and so vulnerable!"

"How...... How so?"

Lu Xiaojun clutched his bloody chest, got up from the ground with difficulty, and stared at Liang Zicheng, who was standing straight in the center of the ring. He didn't see clearly how Liang Zicheng wielded the magic weapon sword at all just now?

He only knew that he was beaten into the ring by the hammer in his hand.

There was a monk from the late Yuan Dynasty who stepped into the ring, a woman in yellow clothes in her twenties, who also used a sword.

The woman in the yellow dress stood opposite Liang Zicheng, carefully observing Liang Zicheng's every move, wanting to see the flaws in Liang Zicheng.

Since there are no flaws, we can only force him to show their flaws. ”

"Huh!"

The woman in the yellow dress stepped on her steps, as fast as lightning, carrying a thin sword with fish intestines, and attacked Liang Zicheng's legs.

Even if you can't defeat Liang Zicheng, as long as you can force you to retreat, it is an achievement.

Only if he retreats, he will definitely show flaws. When the time comes, it will be much easier to defeat him.

"Ding!"

He swung his magic sword and pointed it into the void, blocking the sword that the yellow-robed woman slashed at his legs.

The woman in the yellow dress was slightly stunned, and then quickly changed her moves, and performed three swordsmanship in a row. Every move was accurately blocked by Liang Zicheng.

When she tried to use the fourth sword, there was a thud in her chest, and her ribs felt as if they had been stabbed.

Liang Zicheng held the magic weapon sword, pointed it on the chest of the woman in yellow clothes, and said lightly: "You are defeated!"

Fortunately, this person did not stab again, if he stabbed again, the heart of the woman in the yellow dress had already been pierced.

The woman in yellow clothes withdrew the magic weapon sword from the scabbard, bowed to Liang Zicheng, and said, "Huang Daoyou is high-minded, and he is convinced in defeat!"

Another monk in the late Yuan Infant period was defeated, but he still couldn't force Liang Zicheng to take even a step back.

"Hmph, it's really disgusting, he's so young, he's reached such a realm, he can't spare his life, absolutely can't spare his life. ”

Yu Zhonghui was very annoyed, and said to a guard standing behind him: "Go and call Wei Yuanfeng, just say that the time has come for this son to use him." ”

"Subordinates, go and invite Wei Ye now!" the guard immediately retreated.

Yu Zhonghui stared at Liang Zicheng who was standing in the stands below, with a hateful smile in his eyes, "Huang Zhiyong, this son will never let you see the sun tomorrow!"

Because of Liang Zicheng's anti-heaven performance, the entire underground ring became boiling, and a deafening shout sounded.

Finally, Liang Zicheng ushered in the seventh challenger.

Huang Hong, a cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, has a record of four consecutive wins and seven games in the underground ring.

...

"Meet the young master!" Wei Yuanfeng knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Yu Zhonghui.

Yu Zhonghui said: "Get up, do you see the young man in the ring?"

Wei Yuanfeng stood up, stared at Liang Zicheng in the ring, and said, "He's very strong!"

Yu Zhonghui said: "Of course it's very strong. Therefore, if Zhang Nanan is defeated in his hands, you will kill him in the next battle. ”