There are five bets, and the winner of three wins.

As for how to divide the victory and defeat, it is very simple, in addition to friendly exchanges between warriors, the only criterion for victory and defeat is death or injury, either death on the spot, or serious injuries and unable to fight again.

Without too much nonsense, Zhuang Baier and Wan Miaomen's No. 7 in the center of the field launched an attack after a simple fist hug between each other.

As soon as the two sides made a move, they directly released the true yuan, only to see two figures staggered back and forth in the air, Zhuang Baier used an extremely rare weapon shovel, the air shook under the sweep, the true yuan light surged, the air exploded, and the momentum was extremely strong.

On the other hand, No. 7 used a soft sword, the sword momentum was weird, pervasive, and although the momentum was not as good as Zhuang Baier, it was not weak at all.

Suddenly, the sand and rocks flew in the center of the field, the strong wind howled, and the terrifying momentum surged in all directions in waves.

Both sides of the spectators remained quiet at this time, staring at the battle in the field without blinking, for fear of missing any moves.

Although Yun Lang also pays attention to the battle in the field, but with his current strength and vision, the battle in the field seems to be fierce, but they are all weak enemies for him, and they can be solved with one move.

"Shhhhh

The battle lasted for about two minutes, and Zhuang Baier, who was in the fierce battle, suddenly let out a muffled snort and flew out.

"Dick!!"

"Second grandfather!!"

There was a sudden exclamation on the side of Qingtumen, and everyone became nervous, staring at Zhuang Baier who fell down.

"Bang!!"

Zhuang Bai's body fell to the ground and shook a little before he stood firm. There was a sword wound in his chest, and blood was gushing out.

No. 7 did not chase and kill, but stood in place with a soft sword in his hand, his eyes exposed, and looked coldly at the injured Zhuang Baier.

"Second brother!"

Zhuang Bai flew and landed beside Zhuang Baier, stretched out his hand to support him, and said anxiously: "Don't move, I'll treat your wounds now." ”

As soon as Zhuang Baisan's words fell, Zuo Ye's cold voice sounded in his ears, "The victory and defeat have not yet been decided, are you trying to break the rules?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Baier immediately broke free from Zhuang Baisan's support, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of the third child, I can still fight." ”

"What can I do. Zhuang Baisan immediately said angrily.

"In this game, I admit defeat in Qingtumen. Zhuang Baiyi's timely opening decided the outcome of the first game.

There is still a chance after losing a game, but there is only one life, and Zhuang Baiyi will not take risks.

Hearing this, Zhuang Baier could only sigh helplessly and leave with Zhuang Baisan's support.

"In the second game, I'll fight!" Zhuang Bai said in a deep voice, his body swept and fell in the center of the field, his clothes were raised, and his powerful momentum vibrate.

Zhuang Baiyi, as the master of Qingtumen, is naturally the strongest one, but after all, it is only a third-rate force, and his strength is still in the period of martial arts, but he is stronger than Zhuang Baiyi, and his mentality is better.

"Haha! Since Zhuang Baiyi is on the field in person, then it will be up to me to fight here, I hope Zhuang Baiyi will not let me down. Zuo Ye, who was wearing a golden mask, smiled loudly, and stepped forward, his body full of momentum, like a violent storm sweeping towards Zhuang Baiyi.

As soon as Zuo Ye's momentum opened, Zhuang Bai's face suddenly changed, and he had a hunch that he might lose this time.

The crowd watching the battle on the side of Qingtumen, everyone's faces also changed greatly, because they felt an incomparable momentum and coercion on Zuo Ye's body.

"It's over, we're going to lose the Qingtumen. Zhuang Youming whispered with a sad face.

"With me, I can't lose, just give the next three games to me. Yun Lang said lightly, he is here to help Qingtumen, and naturally he will not let Qingtumen lose.

"Yun Shao, you want to fight three times in a row??"

Not only Zhuang Youming was stunned, but others were also stunned. However, he quickly reacted and did not stipulate that a person can only play once, so Yunlang is completely okay even if he has three games in a row.

"Hehe, I knew that it was right to invite Yun Shao!" Zhuang Baisan also had a smile on his face, although it was a bit embarrassing to do this, but Qingtumen was not as good as Wanmiaomen, and it was normal to rely on external forces.

In the center of the field, Zhuang Baiyi was already fighting fiercely with the left night of Wanmiaomen, and the personnel on both sides were nervously staring at the battle in the field.

Although Yun Lang was also watching the battle, his expression was very calm, although the battle was not over yet, he had already guessed the result.

Naturally, Zhuang Baiyi lost, because Zuo Ye's strength was stronger than him, and Wan Miaomen's attack was very weird, like the Qingtu Gate's big open and closed offensive, it may be very majestic at the beginning, and the more you go, the weaker it will become.

Just like Zhuang Baier, at first he not only had a strong aura, but also had the upper hand, but as the true yuan was consumed, his attack weakened and he was seriously injured by No. 7's blow.

Zhuang Baiyi's final fate was no different from Zhuang Baier.

Sure enough, three minutes later, Zhuang Bai spat blood and smashed it down from the air, not only was his internal organs severely damaged, but his right leg was even more bloody.

"Boom!!"

Zhuang Bai fell down, his back hit the hard ground, and another mouthful of blood spit out.

"Big brother!!"

"Door Master!!"

Everyone in Qingtumen quickly rushed towards Zhuang Baiyi, and everyone had a nervous and worried expression on their faces.

"I ...... Throw in the towel......"

"Poof......

Zhuang Baiyi spat out another mouthful of blood, and his breath was sluggish.

"Haha!!"

Zuo Ye suddenly laughed proudly, looked at Zhuang Baiyi, who was surrounded by the group, and mocked: "Zhuang Baiyi, you admit defeat now, you still have to struggle again, I don't know who you plan to send out." But let me warn you in advance, I'm playing on my side with a friend who has always been dead and alive, you have to think about it, haha......"

At this moment, Yun Lang slowly walked towards the center of the field, looked at Zuo Ye, who was laughing, and said nonchalantly: "The next three games, I will fight, you are free." ”

"Hmm!"

Zuo Ye's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes fell on Yun Lang's face like electricity, and he sneered: "You are not from Qingtumen. ”

"Does this matter? With me, Qingtumen will win!" Yun Lang said proudly with confidence.

"Victory, ignorance!hahaha......"

Zuo Ye stared at Yunlang, laughed loudly, and then said loudly: "Senior Liang, this one will be given to you, let him know what it means to make someone outside the world have a sky!"

"Guy, I like to kill the people who pretend to beep the most, and if there are not a thousand or eight hundred people who die in my hands, you will be one of them!"

The man wearing a white mask slowly walked out from behind, leaving a deep footprint with every step, he said as he walked, and the last finger was compared to the clouds, and the momentum on his body exploded instantly, and the momentum rose to the sky, and the terrifying aura enveloped the audience, and there was a faint smell of blood fluttering.