Chapter 700: Fist Blocking the Flying Sword (Page 1/1)

A burst of sky-high red light illuminated the dome of the arena, and a big "forty-nine" appeared in the jade talisman in Yi Xuan's hand, indicating that the title of fifty consecutive beheadings was about to be born, and the arena was boiling, and many monks who bet on Yi Xuan were frantically chanting his name.

In a box on the top floor of the stands, Wu Yangyun overturned all the cases in front of him, and roared angrily: "Tell me to kill Meng Meng, you must kill Yi Xuan for the old man at any cost, otherwise he won't have to live!"

Yi Xuan, who had returned to his residence, was already exhausted, and took out the Zhengyang Blood Qi Pill and swallowed several pieces in a row before he could make up for the lost essence blood and regain his ruddy complexion, and his mind flashed in his mind while making up for the shortcomings of his own swordsmanship.

I thought that the fighting field would quickly arrange my next fight, and I didn't want to wait for several days without news, Yi Xuan just took this opportunity to further improve his cultivation, and it wasn't until the early morning of the fourth day that the jade talisman next to him issued a warning again, reminding that the fiftieth competition was about to be staged.

Yi Xuan walked out of the pavilion, only to find that the atmosphere in the arena today is very different, the nearly 100 rings in the center have all disappeared, only the center is left with a large ring full of golden light, the length and width are nearly ten miles, almost all the central area of the grandstand is occupied.

The stands on the lower and middle floors were already full at this time, and even the boxes on the top floor were all lit up, Yi Xuan, who had never seen such a scene, was a little stunned, and the guy at the door of the pavilion said to him quietly: "The competition of advancing to fifty consecutive slashes will only be encountered once in a few months or even once a year, so the arena will be hyped up in advance, attracting more monks to come and watch the battle, this time is no exception, it is said that even several major temples have sent core disciples to come, and the grand occasion is unprecedented." ”

Yi Xuan then understood why it took a few days to start today's fight, put aside the distractions in his heart, took out the jade talisman, and bet on immortal stones for himself as usual, since he had already obtained the title of forty consecutive slashes, the maximum limit of his bets now had been increased to four thousand immortal stones, as long as he could win, it would be a lot of income.

Without waiting for Yi Xuan to walk near the ring, the arena had already discovered his whereabouts, and a beam of spiritual light fell from the sky, illuminating his surroundings brightly, and following his footsteps, a majestic and powerful voice instantly sounded in the arena: "Prepare to advance to the fifth today."

The monk who was slashed ten times in a row was Yi Xuan, who was numbered one seven one one five and had not tasted defeat since he entered the arena a month ago, and his record was extremely amazing, if you are optimistic about his fellow Daoists, please hurry up and bet in the jade talisman......"

When Yi Xuan walked to the edge of the ring, a purple-clothed referee was already waiting beside him early, saw him walk in, and after stepping forward to check the jade talisman to confirm that it was correct, he whispered in his ear: "Steward Wu will give you a chance one last time, after starting, stick to a cup of tea and admit defeat, the previous agreement can still be valid, otherwise even if you win, you will definitely not be able to get out of the arena today." ”

Yi Xuan sneered as an answer, then closed his eyes and prepared to play, the purple-clothed referee was helpless, and shook his head slightly in the direction of a box on the top floor, and raised his hand to signal that the fighting method could begin, and the same purple-clothed referee on the other side raised his hand, and the voice of the explanation sounded again: "Fellow Daoists, you must be curious, who will be Yi Xuan's opponent today?

The same beam of spiritual light shone to the opposite ring, and a sloppy and amiable middle-aged uncle walked slowly into the ring, waving as he walked, as if he went out in the morning to greet the surrounding neighbors, and attracted bursts of boos without realizing it.

Just when many people were wondering how the arena had arranged such a strange person as Yi Xuan's opponent, many monks who had been in the arena for many years gasped: "It's actually him, the arena actually arranged him to fight against Yi Xuan, it seems that Yi Xuan is more than lucky!"

Yi Xuan also stepped into the ring, and the middle-aged uncle-like Zhan Meng was still smiling and greeting from afar: "First time we meet, please take care of me, hehe!"

For some reason, Yi Xuan always felt that there was boundless coldness hidden under the harmless smile of the other party, and he couldn't help but be shocked, but he nodded at the other party and didn't answer, and he didn't mind, he still looked around with a smile.

The entire arena suddenly became extremely dark, only the central golden ring remained, and the eyes of all the monks suddenly focused on the two of them, and as the semicircular defensive formation rose, the voice of the narrator announced: "The central arena, numbered one seven, one one, one five, Yi Xuan, forty consecutive slashes against the battle number 0349, Annihilation, fifty consecutive slashes!"

The surrounding monks let out an exclamation, and Yi Xuan also frowned: "What, such a monk actually has the title of fifty consecutive beheadings?

Yi Xuan asked puzzledly: "Since you are a master of fifty consecutive slashes, why do you still work hard for the arena?"

Zhan Meng replied with a smile: "What do you mean by selling your life? I'm here to watch the excitement, and by the way, see if someone can kill me!"

"What, looking for someone to kill you?" Yi Xuan said puzzled.

Zhan Meng nodded and said: "Yes, yes! Life is too short, it's better to die, being able to be beaten to death is actually a relief, it's better than life is better than death! Young man, hurry up and shoot me, hurry up and kill me!"

Yi Xuan's eyes became more and more sharp, and the person in front of him seemed crazy, but his gestures gave him an extremely dangerous intuition, and he said, "You and I have our own way, how much offended!"

Because Annihilation Meng didn't take out any magic weapon, Yi Xuan just casually waved the Thunder Sword to explore the void and reality; Annihilation Meng took a step forward with his left foot, slightly bent his right leg, and punched his left arm upward, and a fist just hit the oncoming flying sword, and he actually knocked the Thunder Sword away.

Since you can't finish me, then you don't have to live, let me overtake you, let you be free first!"

The first time Yi Xuan met a monk who could use his body to fly his flying sword, he was shocked, and the opposite Zhan Meng put away a smile on his face, bent his legs and knees and slammed down, his body popped forward, his fists danced into a windmill shape, and the incomparable fist gang poured out towards Yi Xuan, even if it was still dozens of zhang away, the wind blade brought by the fist gang cut Yi Xuan couldn't open his eyes.

Secretly screaming in his heart that it was not good, the Yin and Yang Pisces Plate appeared in front of him, covering Yi Xuan tightly from head to toe, and immediately heard the sound of "Dong Dong" Heavy Blow, Yi Xuan held the Pisces Pan with both hands, but was still pushed backwards by the huge fist, and retreated until the edge of the ring before barely stopping.

"This turtle shell is a bit interesting! It can actually dissolve my fist strength, let me see if I can break it......!"

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