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"Someone has lost in a row again, who is this?"
"Including Yunping and Pei Shaoxuan, there are already ten. These guys who played today are too strong."
"Yes, we have figured out all the ways. Damn it, it will be extremely difficult to win sixty games if this continues."
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As the battles go on, except for some warriors who still have cards to show, the other leaders from all over the world, most of them end tragically.
They haven¡¯t even won ten games, and some have even lost one defeat after another, losing eighteen games in a row.
The atmosphere at the scene became more frightening.
The old man in gray robe said expressionlessly: "No. 56, Dingfengchou."
Dingfengchou swayed slightly, and his figure floated onto the arena. He cupped his hands and said to all directions: "Tianjianmen Dingfengchou, I would like to give you some advice."
"Dingfengchou has finally come up. Don't lose. I've spent 50,000 to 60,000 and have no intermediate spirit stones on him."
"Me too, don't be like Pei Shaoxuan, otherwise you won't even be able to cry."
"Probably not. There is no obvious certainty about Tianmen's sword control skills, let alone the skill of using Qi as a sword."
Seeing Ding Fengchou's appearance, there was a lot of discussion in the audience. After all, there were many more people betting on him than Pei Shaoxuan.
boom!
With a sound, the middle-aged warrior wearing armor landed firmly on the ground. With a move, three palm-sized tower shields flew out and flew around him quickly.
"Mo Yan, come here to learn your brilliant moves."
Dingfengchou looked at the three small tower shields and frowned slightly. Judging from the aura on the shields, it seemed to be a middle-grade defensive secret treasure.
Use Qi as a sword!
To test it out first, Dingfengchou let out a light drink, and eighteen air swords appeared out of thin air behind him. He put his fingers together and pointed forward fiercely.
Ding-dang-ding-dong!
There was a ping-pong-pong sound, and the three-handed shield kept flying up, down, left, and right, blocking all the sword energy one meter away from Mo Yan's body.
Dingfengchou's expression darkened, he couldn't help but speed up again, and the angle of the sword became more and more tricky, but the shield seemed to be able to automatically sense danger.
No matter where the air sword comes from, from above, from the left, from the right, or around a corner, it can block the unparalleled air sword at the last moment.
"Since you can't find a gap, then make a gap for me, use Qi as a sword, and make peace!" Unable to attack for a long time, Dingfengchou couldn't help but activate his Zhenhuo Qi.
The surging sword intent shot straight into the sky from Ding Fengchou's body. There seemed to be countless sword sounds in the air, causing strong winds to dance wildly.
Eighteen qi swords merged into one and stabbed straight towards Mo Yan.
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Mo Yan's heart moved. One of the palm-sized tower shields instantly became more than two meters high and one meter wide, covering his entire body.
The air sword stabbed on the tower shield, clanking, sparks shooting out, and the surging sword intent stirred up.
Mo Yan, one meter behind the tower shield, had his hands in hand seals, the expression on his face looked very uncomfortable, and the soles of his feet were firmly grasped on the ground.
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The sword intent was mighty, like a rushing river, attached to the Qi Sword. Ding Fengchou commanded the Qi Sword over and over again, and slammed into the tower shield.
Every impact stirred up strong winds in the air, and the sword whined in the wind.
That powerful sword intention, like substance, seemed to want to invade Mo Yan's body as the strong wind tried to blend in.
But they were blocked by two other palm-sized shields.
"It's a bit interesting, isn't it broken yet? The artistic conception of killing, fusion!"
Dingfengchou snorted coldly, and the Qi Sword suddenly turned bright red, and the aura of killing spread quickly throughout the entire field.
In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and Ding Fengchou's whole person's aura was raised to a higher level again.
boom!
The blood-red Qi Sword pierced the tower shield fiercely, and a loud noise was heard. Mo Yan was directly knocked away a hundred meters with the shield.
Boom!
After landing, the power from the sword was transmitted to the ground, and a huge deep pit suddenly exploded. Although Mo Yan's face was pale, he was still fine.
Gao Yangyu looked at all this and said with a faint smile: "It's useless. Generally, intermediate secret treasures cannot stop your sword. It can be combined with the Mo family's special secret skills."Zimo smiled softly, flew forward, and struck the old man's chest with a palm.
The wind of the palm was still sharp, and its power did not diminish at all. It slapped the old man until he vomited blood and was defeated.
The second game continued, and another old man who was over a hundred years old came. Jiang Zimo smiled bitterly and fought with him with a thousand moves.
The opponent's energy was exhausted, and he finally couldn't keep up with Jiang Zimo's power, and was defeated by one of his moves.
The third game continues, and the person who plays is an old man who is over a hundred years old. His aura is deep and long. At first glance, you can tell that he is the kind of warrior with extremely mellow vitality.
Jiang Zimo fought with him again with more than a thousand moves, but the opponent's energy could not keep up, and he was defeated by Jiang Zimo again.
The fourth game continued, and an old man who was over 100 years old came on stage.
Jiang Zimo looked at the extremely relaxed face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling extremely depressed.
Although I had already expected that the other party would find many warriors with strong vitality to engage in a round-robin battle with me.
"But Jiang Zimo really didn't expect that Gao Yangyu would be so disgusting, that he would go to all the old guys who were over a hundred years old, and spend thousands of moves every time he fought.
No matter how powerful the Wuxiang Divine Art is, it will be exhausted to death if it continues like this.
Waving his hands helplessly, Jiang Zimo said: "You go down, I give up in this game."
Hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, little friend. It is more difficult for you young people to endure thousands of moves with an old man."
After forty-nine consecutive wins, Jiang Zimo finally failed to win fifty consecutive games, and a wailing sound was heard on the court again.
As long as fifty games pass, people who place bets will be able to get some money.
But the magnification was just a little too small. Who knew that Jiang Zimo was so close, but in the end he still didn't take this step.
¡°Then Mu Xinya appeared on the stage, and everyone¡¯s last hope was once again ignited. Mu Xinya was as famous as Jiang Zimo. Maybe she could win fifty or even sixty games in a row.
But Mu Xinya didn¡¯t want to use it. The Sirius King left the power behind, which would make her weak for a long time.
In the end, he was defeated by Gao Yangyu¡¯s sniper attack, and his 48-game winning streak was stopped.
Why!
In the huge auditorium, following Mu Xinya's defeat, several thousand people sighed together, "No one has broken through in fifty consecutive victories, let alone sixty. This time it is considered a complete victory." There is no return.¡± (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com