Chapter 446: 1 Way Black to the End

"Someone has lost in a row again, how many times is this?"

"Including Yun Ping and Pei Shaoxuan, there are already ten of them. These guys who played today are too strong."

"Yeah, we've figured out all our tricks, damn it, it's going to be extremely difficult to win sixty games like this."

As the gladiatorial fights went on, except for some fighters who still had their hole cards left, most of the other leaders from all over the world had tragic endings.

They didn't even win ten games, and some even lost eighteen games in a row.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more frightening.

The old man in gray robe said expressionlessly: "Number fifty-six, Ding Fengchou."

With a slight sway of Ding Fengshou, his figure floated to the arena, and he cupped his hands and said in all directions: "Ding Fengshou of Tianjian Gate, I would like to give advice to everyone."

"Ding Fengchou has finally come up, don't lose, I have pressed fifty to sixty thousand and no intermediate spirit stones are on him."

"Me too, don't be like Pei Shaoxuan, otherwise you won't be able to cry."

"Probably not. There is no obvious certainty about Tianmen Yujian, let alone the skill of using Qi as a sword."

Seeing Ding Fengchou's appearance, there was a lot of discussion in the auditorium. After all, there are far more people betting on him than Pei Shaoxuan.

boom!

With a sound, the middle-aged warrior in the battle armor landed steadily on the ground, opened his hand and made a move, and immediately flew out three palm-sized tower shields, flying around his body quickly.

"Mo Yan, come here to learn from Your Excellency."

Ding Fengchou looked at the three small tower shields and frowned slightly. Looking at the aura on the shields, it seemed to be a middle-grade defensive treasure.

Use Qi as a sword!

To test it first, Ding Fengchou let out a soft drink, and eighteen Qi swords appeared out of nowhere behind him, and pointed forward with both fingers together.

Jingle jingle!

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong, and the three slap shields flew up, down, left, and right, blocking all the sword energy one meter away from Mo Yan's body.

Ding Fengchou's expression is slightly gloomy,

He couldn't help speeding up again, and the angle of the sword became more and more tricky, but the shield seemed to be able to automatically sense the danger.

No matter where the Qi Sword comes from, whether it's from above, from the left, from the right, or turning, it can block the extremely fierce Qi Sword at the last moment.

"Since you can't find a gap, then make a gap for me, use Qi as a sword, peace!" Ding Fengchou couldn't help getting really angry after being unable to attack for a long time.

The turbulent sword intent rushed straight from Ding Fengchou's body to the heavens, and there seemed to be countless sounds of sword cries in the air, bringing up gusts of strong wind and dancing wildly.

Eighteen qi swords, harmonized as one, stabbed straight at Mo Yan.

Clank!

Mo Yan's heart moved, and 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 pierced the tower shield, making a clanging sound, sparks shot out in all directions, and the surging sword intent was agitated.

Mo Yan, who was one meter behind the tower shield, had his hands in seals, with a very uncomfortable expression on his face, and the soles of his feet were firmly grasped on the ground.

Whoosh!

The sword intent was mighty, like a river rushing, attached to the Qi sword, Ding Fengchou commanded the Qi sword over and over again, and slammed into the tower shield fiercely.

Every time there was an impact, gusts of wind were stirred up in the air, and above the sound of swords in the wind, there was a humming sound.

That powerful sword intent, like its substance, wanted to blend in with the gust of wind, as if it wanted to invade Mo Yan's body.

But they were blocked by two other palm-sized shields.

"It's kind of interesting, isn't it broken yet? Slaughtering artistic conception, fusion!"

Ding Fengchou let out a cold snort, the Qi Sword suddenly turned bright red, and the aura of killing quickly spread throughout the field.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and Ding Fengchou's aura rose to a higher level again.

boom!

The blood-red air sword stabbed fiercely at the tower shield, and there was a loud noise, and Mo Yan was directly knocked away by the shield for 100 meters.

boom!

After falling to the ground, the power of the sword was transmitted to the ground, and a huge deep pit was immediately blasted. Although Mo Yan's face was pale, she was still fine.

Gao Yangyu looked at all this, and said with a faint smile: "It's useless, ordinary mid-level secret treasures really can't stop your sword, but with the special secret skills of the Mo family, it will be as difficult as breaking through."

Looking at the stalemate on the battlefield, the hearts of many spectators outside the stadium began to lift.

Even at ordinary times, the sound of extremely passionate drums felt extremely irritated at this moment.

bang bang bang!

Ding Fengchou used all kinds of ultimate moves one by one, Mo Yan, who was beating like a storm, kept retreating, and the terrifying sword intent permeated the field.

Let the power of each sword increase by more than 20%, but Mo Yan defended like a turtle.

The three shields danced up and down, changing back and forth between sizes, blocking Ding Fengchou's killing moves one by one.

Click!

With the long sword back in its sheath, Ding Fengchou gave a slight kick, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and sighed: "Forget it, go down, this round will be considered a draw."

He has been attacking for two hours in a row, but the opponent's defense is really amazing. After going on like this, too much vitality is consumed, and the next seventeen battles will be given up.

He had no choice but to choose a draw. This person came here for his sword control skills, and it was indeed difficult to deal with.

Ha ha ha ha!

On the tower, Gao Yangyu laughed heartily. After Ding Fengchou finished speaking, he once again earned more than six million intermediate spirit stones.

"Congratulations to the city lord, another six million intermediate spirit stones have been credited." Several old men got up and congratulated.

The smile on Gao Yangyu's face couldn't stop being cheerful, and he said in high spirits: "The next one to win in a row seems to be Jiang Zimo, what is his betting amount?"

"It's less than Ding Fengchou, but it's still three million."

Gao Yangyu said in a deep voice: "The Wuxiang Divine Art is indeed a bit difficult to deal with, but it shouldn't be a problem to spend more resources on wheel warfare."

Ding Fengchou's winning streak came to an end, but the next 17 games ended with a total of 63 victories.

In this way, regardless of the outcome of the battle between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Ding Fengchou got the first round of qualifications first.

The audience on the court felt very sorry. If Ding Fengchou's first game was not a draw, he might be the one who broke the record of 60 consecutive victories.

The yelling and cursing in the arena was even more sensational than the last time Pei Shaoxuan lost, because too many people bought into Fengshou.

In the end, he didn't even win fifty games in a row, and fell directly to forty-seven games, so that the bettors can be said to have lost all their money.

When Ding Fengchou passed by Jiang Zimo, he said, "It's up to you to win sixty games in a row. The endurance of your Wuxiang Magic Art is enough to make you smile proudly."

Jiang Zimo shook his head and said with a smile: "It's difficult, my Wuxiang magic skill, the victory is long-lasting, and the defeat is also long-lasting."

After a few wrestling fights, Jiang Zimo made his debut. His first opponent was a centenarian with extremely strong vitality.

Jiang Zimo sensed this person's breath, and his heart sank slightly. His greatest advantage is that each palm can have 100% of the power, but only 10% of the consumption.

So ordinary people, instead of fighting, if they go all out, they will be exhausted by him for a short while, but he himself is still full of vitality.

This is the strangeness of the Wuxiang Divine Art, one of the only three elementary exercises in the Wan Yao Palace.

But meeting this old man who doesn't know how long he has lived is troublesome.

After a long time of tempering, the opponent may be inferior in everything, but he will never be inferior in vitality.

bang bang bang!

After saluting, the two immediately fought in a group, head-to-head, you come and go, fear is to do it with all your strength.

The powerful vitality surged in the arena, and every time the palms touched each other, huge pits would be blasted in the arena.

The sound of violent roar was endless, and even the sound of the monstrous war drums was completely suppressed.

The two fought tirelessly like this, and the power of the two sides' explosive palms was equal, and the comparison was who was exhausted first.

After a thousand moves, the huge arena was riddled with holes from the aftermath of the battle between the two, and there was not a single intact place.

The old man's face gradually turned pale, and his strength was a little weak.

But Jiang Zimo still didn't blush or pant, and couldn't see the slightest change. The air from the palm wind was buzzing, and the power didn't seem to have weakened in the slightest.

boom!

The two faced each other again, but this time they were not evenly matched. The old man was shocked and retreated dozens of steps, and Jiang Zimo only slightly retreated three steps.

"Can't hold it anymore, come again!"

Jiang Zimo smiled lightly, flew forward, and stamped his palm on the old man's chest.

The wind of the palm was still sharp, its power didn't decrease at all, and he slapped the old man until he vomited blood and was defeated.

The second round continued, and in the end, another old man over a hundred years old came. Jiang Zimo smiled wryly, and fought with him after a thousand moves.

The opponent's vitality was exhausted, and finally he couldn't keep up with Jiang Zimo's power, and was defeated by one of his moves.

The third round continued, and the one who played was still an old man over a hundred years old, with a deep and long breath, and he could tell at a glance that he was a warrior with extremely mellow vitality.

Jiang Zimo fought with him again for more than a thousand moves, but the opponent's vitality couldn't keep up, and he was defeated by Jiang Zimo again.

The fourth game continued, and the player who played was still an old man over a hundred years old.

Jiang Zimo looked at the extremely relaxed face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling extremely depressed in his heart.

Although he had already expected that the opponent would find many warriors with strong vitality to fight with him.

But Jiang Zimo really didn't expect that Gao Yangyu would be so disgusting that all the old guys who were looking for him were over a hundred years old, and they would spend thousands of moves every time they fought.

No matter how powerful the Wuxiang Divine Art is, if it goes on like this, it will be exhausted to death.

Waving his hands helplessly, Jiang Zimo said, "Go down, I've surrendered this round."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Thank you, little friend, it's more difficult than you young people to do thousands of tricks with an old bone."

Forty-nine consecutive victories, Jiang Zimo did not exceed fifty consecutive victories, and there was another wailing sound on the field.

As long as fifty games have passed, the bettors will get a little money.

But the magnification is just a little bit low. 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 the last hope was ignited in everyone's hearts again. Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo were as famous, maybe she could win 50 games, or even 60 games in a row.