Chapter 699: The Grey Eyes (Page 1/1)

"Ring No. 35, number one seven one one five, Yi Xuan, forty consecutive slashes against number eight two three four, ruthless, forty consecutive slashes!" With the referee's shout, almost all the monks in the stands turned their eyes to the two people who were ready to start fighting in the ring here.

The ruthless man opposite Yi Xuan, who was very thin, kept his head down and didn't say a word from the moment he stepped into the ring, until the referee announced the start of the fight, he looked up at Yi Xuan, his eyes were actually gray and white, and a pair of short blades were exposed from the cuffs.

"What? The man with the title of Forty Consecutive Beheadings is actually a blind man?" exclaimed a monk in the stands.

The monk next to him hurriedly pressed his mouth: "Shhh

As if sensing something, he turned his head to look at the two of them, although his eyes were completely dull, but the person who exclaimed "blind" before still felt as if he was being stared at by a flood beast, as long as there was a slight movement, he would be torn into minced meat, and bean-sized sweat droplets rolled down from his forehead in an instant......

Fortunately, he just glanced at it and retracted his attention to Yi Xuan in the ring, and his empty voice had no color: "I heard that you are very strong, but when you meet me, it will end your winning streak, and your life will be buried in this ring!"

Yi Xuan felt the ferocious aura of the demon beast from the other party, and stared at him tightly as if he was facing a great enemy, causing a strange laugh: "What......?

Before the ruthless words fell, the person turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, the movement was incredibly fast, even Yi Xuan couldn't capture the other party's figure with his divine thoughts, only felt a pain in his left arm, and blood gushed out.

There were a lot of blood stains on the short blade in his hand, and there was a trace of steaming flesh, he put the flesh into his mouth and chewed hard: "Haha, the enemy's flesh and blood are the most delicious......

Only then did Yi Xuan realize that the flesh and skin of a scar on his left arm turned out, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, the green light on his chest flashed, the wound recovered as before, and with a little finger, the thunder sword struck out angrily, instantly piercing the opponent's chest.

Yi Xuan is still here

And happy, the target that was hit disappeared like a wave of water, it turned out to be just an afterimage of the other party, and the ruthlessness disappeared again, followed by a pain in the right arm, and he was injured again.

Devouring Yi Xuan's flesh and blood again, the Yin Vulture said: "It's really good that you have the Wood Spiritual Light to recover from your injuries, so you can play a little longer, please hold on for more time, someone can withstand three hundred and seventy-two knives before, see if you can break the record today!"

Without waiting for Yi Xuan's reaction, the ruthless disappeared again, this time it was no longer a knife to leave, but a pair of short blades were waved into a snow-white light, and Yi Xuan rotated in a circle, and when the monks in the stands saw the ruthless figure again, Yi Xuan had already been stabbed dozens of times, his green shirt was soaked with blood, and the wound on his back was faintly revealing the white bones of Sensen, and the whole person turned into a blood gourd.

He didn't take advantage of the situation again, not only did he take time to let Yi Xuan recover from his injury, but he also joked: "Why don't you fight back, it's better for me to let you make a few moves, otherwise there will be no fun at all!"

Although he used the wood-based green mangs to heal the wounds, the loss of a large amount of essence blood still made Yi Xuan feel dizzy, gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain like Ling Chi, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he said word by word: "I have never wanted to kill a person so much, you are the first!" The eight flying swords all erupted, and the sword light in the sky enveloped the entire ring......

He shook his body fiercely, calmly wandered through the gap of the sword light, and did not forget to tease a few words: "Slow, too slow, slow like an old ox pulling a cart!"

The severe pain and ridicule made Yi Xuan lose his mind a little, and a voice in his heart kept urging: "Hurry, as long as the sword light is a few minutes faster, you can dismantle the opponent in eight pieces, and then faster......" The spiritual power in Yi Xuan's body poured into the eight flying swords like a storm crashing on the shore, thunder, angry waves, fire, meteorites, and hurricanes...... All kinds of sword moves occupied all the limited space in the ring, and even the protective formation was shaking, and the ruthless figure had already been submerged in it.

After the tea kung fu, the tyrannical attack came to an end, the flat surface of the ring became pitted, and the eight flying swords were suspended beside Yi Xuan, who was panting and pale, while the fierce man in the distance still had no change in complexion, as if he had not been hurt in the slightest, but his arm was trembling slightly, not as relaxed as it seemed.

"The warm-up is over!

Extraordinary, but the attack is too scattered, it's okay to deal with ordinary monks, and there is no power at all when you meet a real master, but unfortunately you have no chance to improve, today is your death date!"

The deer stepped forward ruthlessly, and the short blade brought up a deadly light to cut deep and bone-deep scars around Yi Xuan's body, Yi Xuan was not embarrassed to block left and right, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party despite his best efforts, the blood under his feet was dripping, forming a pool of blood, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

The ruthless face and the corners of his mouth were all blood droplets splashed on Yi Xuan's body, and the smell of blood stimulated him to become more and more excited, and the light of a beast hunting appeared in his gray eyes, and the short blade in his hand flew up, bringing up pieces of flesh and blood from Yi Xuan's body. The timid monks in the stands had covered their eyes and did not dare to watch, but there were also murderous and aggressive people shouting loudly, and there was an uproar in the arena.

The ruthless body stopped, and the short blade of his left hand was actually stuck by Yi Xuan with the bone of his forearm, unable to pull it out, Yi Xuan spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and sneered: "Come and don't be rude, return your sword!" Without waiting for the fierce reaction, the transparent Xunfeng Sword passed through his chest, bringing up a series of blood flowers.

The change of the rabbit's rise and fall made the monks in the stands dizzy, and Yi Xuan, who seemed to be elegant, actually had a ruthless spirit, and used the method of fighting with injuries for injuries to instantly counterattack the ruthless and ruthless to serious injuries.

Taking out the short blade from the arm bone and stepping on it under his feet, Yi Xuan encouraged the wood aura to restore his body again, the green shirt on his body had turned dark red, but he still stood straight, raised his head and said: "It seems that my winning streak will continue, go back and tell your master, even if you let the horse come, Yi Xuan should all go down!"

The ring once again erupted with various sword moves, like a storm of attacks covering the two figures, this time Yi Xuan did not leave any dead ends, even himself was covered by boundless sword moves, and the entire ring seemed to be ploughed neatly. When everyone regained their sight, Yi Xuan stood like a javelin, and a tattered body on the opposite side was paralyzed on the ground, and he had already died of anger in the frenzied sword light.

Yi Xuan said to the stunned referee: "The opponent is dead, and the result has not been announced, what are you rubbing?"

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