Ten battles a day, in the blink of an eye, it is the tenth day, and the atmosphere of the entire fighting battlefield is slowly ignited. It's the last day of the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info, and there are especially many people who come to watch the battle.

However, Qiankun, who was standing in the middle of the battle at the moment, couldn't help but feel a little bored. In the previous nine days, there were 90 battles, and none of them surprised Qiankun. Even if he never played a killer and wanted to attract those high-ranking gods with good strength to play, he only attracted a few five-star demons to fight, and as for the six-star demons and seven-star demon level masters, he didn't encounter any of them.

It's basically a one-trick battle, and Qiankun is a little numb and tired of playing.

Finally, on the tenth day, there was an opponent who really made Qiankun pay a little more attention. After the third battle began, a tall black-robed woman with a slightly pale face appeared on the battlefield. She was beautiful, but she was also cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Without the slightest nonsense, the woman made a move, and she made a slender divine sword like a black translucent, and the space was distorted and torn into a slight crack. In Hell, attacks can tear holes in space, and there is no doubt that this woman is at least a six-star demon.

"The law of darkness, the strength seems to be good!" Qiankun saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he still swung out like a seemingly random sword block.

Knort.. In the low sound of gold and iron clashing, the black-robed woman retreated with a shock, and a trace of blood overflowed from the jade hand tiger mouth holding the black divine sword. At the corner of her mouth, there was also a trace of blood. She glanced at Qiankun with a little surprise, and then opened her mouth lightly, and a cold and pleasant voice without a trace of emotion sounded: "You are very strong, I admit defeat!"

"Uh.." Qiankun didn't expect her to admit defeat so quickly, this battle is too boring, right? He has already shown mercy to his subordinates, this woman is only slightly injured and doesn't want to play with him, it really hurts Qiankun!

The boiling sound of the entire fighting battlefield soared into the sky, but he heard it Qiankun frowned slightly, and looked at the back of the black-robed woman leaving with a little irritability. Not only because the black-robed woman admitted defeat too quickly, but also because Qiankun vaguely felt that there was a sadness in the black-robed woman. That emotion seemed to go deep into her bones, emanating from the depths of her soul. If it weren't for the keen perception of the Qiankun Yuanshen, it wouldn't have been discovered at all.

Ordinary people, however, only think that the black-robed woman is too indifferent, difficult to communicate with, and unable to discover her specialness.

The next seven battles were all high-ranking gods with relatively average strength, and Qiankun swung the black heavy sword seven times at will, which was easily solved.

Soon after the battle, the Bagshaw family sent someone to invite the Bagshaw family to go to the Bagshaw family and prepare to enter the West Island secret place to watch the floating shadow of the battle of the strong man treasured by the Bagshaw family.

After Qiankun arrived at the Bagshaw family, soon the descendants of the Bagshaw family, the son of the patriarch, Young Master Sekra, personally led them and other median gods to defeat the strong and the lower gods to the West Island secret land.

After flying on the bottom of the sea for a while, they saw a huge black castle with a radius of dozens of miles standing in the distance in the depths of the seabed. It was like a colossal monster lurking there, and the most terrifying thing was that there were dense figures patrolling around the castle, and there were a lot of people.

As soon as the group approached, a group of black-armored guards in black cloaks flew over in the distance. These guards naturally exuded a vicious aura, and their expressions were indifferent, and they were obviously all masters.

"Master Sekla!" the leader of the squad saluted Sekra respectfully.

"They're all here, let's go!" Sekra said indifferently, and the ten black-armored guards immediately led Qiankun and a group of them towards the black castle, and the gate of the black cost was also wide open.

Deep under the sea, this black castle doesn't know how long it has existed. The most bizarre thing is that the black castle seems to exude an invisible power, and it actually excludes all the sea water, and all the sea water cannot get close to the black castle within a mile, just like another transparent cover, protecting the ancient castle and supporting all the sea water.

They came to the waterless area, entered the castle, and finally arrived at an empty square in the castle.

"You wait a while, and someone will come in a while," Sekra said indifferently, "Whether you have a chance to go to the secret room or not will be tested." ”

After saying that, Sekra turned around and left, while Qiankun frowned slightly and waited quietly with a few other people.

In just a moment, the ten-meter-high ancient dark cyan gate in front of the square suddenly opened, and six people walked out of it, led by an old man with white hair, red armor, and a red cloak. The five men behind him were all wearing black armor, but they were also wearing red cloaks.

"Welcome to the Han Emperor Castle," the old man looked at Qiankun and the others and laughed loudly: "Introduce yourself, my name is Yu Lai." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Qiankun said directly with a little impatience: "Mr. Yulai, don't talk nonsense, take me directly to Lord Mothburg!"

"Huh? you.." Yulai's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but look at Qiankun with some surprise: "Who are you, why do you know the name of the castle master?"

"I've heard of the castle lord's name," Qiankun said indifferently and casually, "Mr. Yorai, help me inform the lord of Mothburg! Just say that Lord Beirut asked me to come, and I want your lord of the castle to meet me." “

Hearing Qiankun mention Beirut's name, Yurai's face couldn't help but change again: "Beirut, the mansion master of the Blue Mansion of the Blood Peak Continent?"

"Wait a minute!" Yulai, who had calmed down a little after taking a deep breath, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment before he suddenly opened his eyes and said to Qiankun Zhengrong: "The castle lord has promised to see you, come with me!"

As he spoke, Yurai, who had given orders to a few of his men, personally led Qiankun to the depths of the castle, through a corridor with a large number of reliefs, and came to the main hall at the end of the corridor. Nayura walked over to the fireplace on the side of the main hall and opened a mysterious, wide passageway. The passage is made of blood-red ore, exuding a palpitating dead air.

At the end of the underground passage, in front of the blood-colored gate with black patterned edges, Yuri stopped.

"Teacher, the envoy of the Lord of Beirut is here," Yulai said respectfully as he saluted the blood-colored gate.

Qiankun, the envoy of the lord of Beirut, laughed secretly in his heart when he heard this, this name of Beirut is really very useful!

"Alright, let him in!" a low, gentle voice came from inside the door. Suddenly, the door also opened slightly, a gap large enough for a person to enter.

Qiankun stepped into it without hesitation, and saw a figure standing in the empty hall filled with death.

It was a man of two and a half meters tall, extremely strong, with short red hair like steel needles, he was wearing only a simple sleeveless armor, and his thick arms were glowing bronze, which looked powerful and powerful.

"Your name is Qiankun? I don't have any friendship with Beirut, why did Beirut ask you to come to me?"

Qiankun smiled lightly: "Actually, it's not Lord Beirut who asked me to come to you, but I want to come to you." As for the purpose of looking for you, it is very simple, that is, to see the strength of the Lord of Mothburg. ”

"Hmm, you're here just to challenge me?" Mo Si frowned, and his tone was low and cold: "Boy, you really don't know what you can do, do you think that with the strength of the seven-star demon, you can fight me?" Beirut didn't tell you my strength?"