"Eighty-seven!"

"Eighty-eight!"

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Everyone's eyes are fanatical.

Whenever the sound of a heavy object falling near the ring sounds, they will shout a number out of their mouths.

At this moment, the number has been shouted to ninety-three!

On the stage, Jian Chen's slightly thin body had been magnified several times in the eyes of everyone, like a tall giant, which made people can't help but feel worship.

Who would have thought that a young man who looked sick would not only be able to defeat a master of the Lipai realm like Zhao Jiuxing, who had already moved the rivers and lakes, but also be able to fight ninety-three battles with one person in the non-stop wheel battle of 100 people!

Although Zhao Jiuxing alone counted ten, being able to persist until he had lost eighty-four people in a row was enough to ignite the blood in everyone's hearts.

After fighting eighty-four battles, what the young man used was not some exquisite sword moves, but just basic skills such as stabbing and sweeping the collapse that ordinary disciples would use, not to mention, the weapon in the young man's hand was not a sword!

What is even more impressive is his endurance.

When Ling Wei of the Qingcheng faction came to power before, he was amazing, and among the young disciples in the field at this moment, even if Ling Wei's martial arts were not ranked in the top three, there were still in the top five.

But even so, he only played ten games, and his internal strength was gone.

And Jian Chen, after fighting eighty-four battles, the total number of hundred people has reached ninety-three victories, except for the shabby clothes on his body that are a little wet and sweaty, his expression is as usual, and he does not look like he can continue after a long battle.

At this moment, the sword disciple representing the number ninety-four had already ascended to the stage again, but seeing Jian Chen walking with the sword, he didn't feel a trace of fatigue at all.

Compared to before he came to power, there were two more sword holes on the heavy sword, as well as blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Ninety-four!"

In the audience, the deafening shouts rose again, which also indicated that the number of hundreds of games was one step closer.

Before, there were still people who had Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, thinking about how to defeat this hundred people at the lowest cost and take the first step to become the leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance.

And now, this little bit of caution is long gone.

With this person here, the position of the leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, is there still suspense?

After Han Ning's mistake, no one dared to take the stage at all, Jian Chen defeated eighty-five people, except for Zhao Jiuxing and Han Ning, the rest were all Bajian disciples.

Ling Wei's jaw hadn't been closed for a long time, so much so that a shiny silk thread had already been pulled down at the corner of his mouth, flicking, flicking.

"This kid is so fierce!"

After another Sword Suppressor disciple fell, he wiped his saliva indiscriminately and said dumbfounded.

"That's it!"

Guo Chuanzong was very proud, even more proud than he himself came to power, and said disdainfully: "Do you think everyone is you, and you can't hold on to it after only ten?"

"Who?"

"Tell me about you!"

"Try a fight?"

"Fight and fight, who is afraid of whom?"

The two stared at each other, as if two winning cockfights, and there was a tendency to roll up their sleeves and fight.

Guo Chuanzong still remembered that Ling Wei had stolen into his secret stronghold, and the anger in his heart had not yet disappeared, and his palm was already in the shape of a dragon, and he was considering whether to reward Ling Wei with a dragon palm.

Suddenly, I heard the shouts of countless people around me:

"Ninety-nine!"

That's ninety-nine?

Guo Chuanzong and Ling Wei raised their eyebrows, and they didn't care about fighting anymore, so they even looked at the stage.

saw a yellow figure, and just as the two of them turned their heads, they fell off the stage again.

After a few words, five people were picked in a row!

100 people are about to be killed!

The number in my mind has finally changed from twelve to ninety-nine, and there is still one game left, which is the end!

Jian Chen tried his best to control his breathing, the long sword twisted from bamboo silk in his hand was scattered, and the chaotic internal force retreated back, only waiting for the last sword disciple to come to the stage, it would condense into a long sword again.

It's not that he wants to be handsome, but with the help of the Xuan Ming Technique, although his internal power loss is much smaller than that of ordinary martial artists, small does not mean that there is no loss.

The hand is always not Qianfeng, and because the people of Shaolin Temple are peeping at the side, Guiyi swordsmanship can not show his ability, nearly ninety consecutive fights, he will do his best in each game, try his best to defeat the enemy with basic swordsmanship.

This invisibly consumes a lot more of chaotic internal force.

Now in his body, the chaotic internal force that was originally flowing endlessly has already had a sense of sluggishness, and bursts of empty feelings continue to spread throughout his body from the dantian, if it were not supported by firm faith, I am afraid that he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Fortunately, there is only one game left now, and the opponent is a sword disciple who is no different from the first 80 people, and if he grits his teeth, he can always survive.

Taking advantage of the short alternating time when the Sword Suppressor disciple stepped down and came to the stage again, Jian Chen seized the time to use the Xuan Ming Technique to recover a few points of strength, while closely watching the opponent's movements.

The hundredth-ranked sword disciple did not hesitate, although his skill was only between the two of the peers who failed to fall from the stage, and it was the last and most important hundredth game, under such pressure, he did not change his face, and he took one step to the stage.

Meng Haoran sighed secretly, his eyes looked at Jian Chen for a moment, in the end, this beggar disciple still came to the end.

"Drink!"

Finally, the sword disciple roared wildly, holding the heavy sword in both hands and slamming it to the ground, and in the sudden explosion of smoke and dust, the yellow figure rose to the sky.

100th place!

The sword disciple was imposing, but the moment everyone saw him soaring into the sky, all they thought in their hearts was the roar that shocked the audience the next moment.

Brush-!

The emerald green bamboo sword condensed again, stride, and took out the sword.

After fighting ninety battles and shooting down eighty-eight Sword Suppressor disciples, Jian Chen's actions at this moment had basically become an instinctive reaction.

The bamboo sword is light and agile, the heavy sword is heavy, and it is fast to fight slowly, this is the best strategy to quickly defeat the disciples of the sword!

The emerald green tip of the sword has turned into a green mang!

Boom!

At this moment, a powerful internal force fell from the sky.

This internal force came suddenly, not to mention the strength of the force, the coverage is also extremely wide, and half of the huge ring is shrouded in this internal force like the top of Mount Tai.

Jian Chen's breathing immediately stagnated, and his knees in the forward protrusion suddenly weakened, but fortunately, he gathered the little remaining chaotic internal force in time, so that he stabilized his body that was almost pressed to his knees.

And the jumping figure of the Naha Sword disciple was also within the scope of this internal force, and only then did he suddenly slam his half-jumped body in mid-air, and he was pressed back again.

In the sky above the ring, a palm suddenly appeared, and the sharp palm wind slapped directly towards Jian Chentian Linggai.