Chapter 1253: Unparalleled Domination

The tragic situation of the fat man shocked the others, and everyone hesitated. After all, if he died, there would be no chance.

Wang Youxiang's voice came out at this time: "No matter whether you win or lose in this battle, there will be a heavy reward. If you die in battle, your family can accept the reward."

A strong man jumped onto the ring and said loudly: "My name is Jiao Ji. If I die, please give my reward to my sister, and don't let my uncles take it away."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands, and there was a pair of steel whips in his hands. He pounced on him very fiercely, and slapped his head and face with both whips.

Duanmu Yun's face was full of disdain. He put his hands behind his back and kept walking with the opponent with his body. The opponent's violent attacks could not even hit a piece of his clothes.

After the opponent attacked dozens of times, he suddenly reached out and slapped a palm, which passed through the heavy whip shadow and hit the opponent's chest, piercing the opponent's heart in one stroke.

Then the pair of steel whips fell into his hands. He swung them and whipped the corpses. Finally, there was only a pile of minced meat left on the stage, and then he threw the steel whip aside.

He said with a cold face: "You'd better think clearly for yourselves. After death, there will be nothing, so what's the use of those rewards?"

A young man flew onto the ring again and said in a loud voice: "If our death can bring benefits to the family, then it will be worth it."

As he spoke, he stretched out the long sword in his hand, and three swords in a series attacked him. With a roll of his sleeve, he rolled up the opponent's long sword, and then slapped the opponent on the head with his palm.

This was simply a one-sided massacre. In a matter of seconds, he had killed more than a dozen people. These people simply came to die just for the rewards.

Wang Youxiang couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a cold voice: "Forget about those in front, if anyone else goes up to die, the nine tribes will be implicated."

The remaining people were immediately frightened. More than 90% of the people here were about the same strength as those guys just now. After they died down, only a few were able to take the stage.

A particularly strong young man flew onto the stage, clasped his hands and said, "My name is Yunfa. I just feel that the young master is very strong in kung fu, so I specially asked for some advice."

He turned his hand over as he spoke, and there was a single sword in his hand. He stepped on his feet and slashed with two swords in a series of steps. The two swords were very methodical.

Duanmu Yun's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with a smile on his face: "You are still interesting, so I will have a good time with you."

What he was holding was the long sword he had snatched. He pointed the sword diagonally and then moved it out. The target was exactly under the opponent's ribs. Then the sword was reversed and pointed at the opponent's Shenmen point.

The two of them got into a fight in an instant, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Duanmu Yun did not use his true skills.

Yunfa also felt this change. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. His left palm immediately turned golden, and he slapped it with a fierce palm. The palm made a metallic sound in the air.

Duanmu Yun swung his long sword, and the tip of the sword hit the opponent's hand. A sound of gold and iron was heard, but the opponent's hand was not damaged at all.

He frowned slightly, and then said in a cold voice: "I didn't expect you to be really capable, so let me show you my true abilities and see my Baiyun Sword Technique."

His swordsmanship is like flowing clouds and flowing water, looking particularly elegant. Every piece of his swordsmanship is necessary to attack the enemy, leaving the opponent in a panic.

He quickly gained the upper hand. The sword tip kept flashing, and he quickly hit more than a dozen of the opponent's large acupoints, and finally pierced the opponent's throat with one sword.

He did not kill this person, but put away the sword, shook his head gently and said: "You are also a generation of masters. You may not be able to grow up in the future, but it is a pity that you died in a child's play."

The whole place was silent at this time. Yunfa was also a master among them. Unexpectedly, as soon as the other party exerted his strength, he immediately lay down like this, and the rest of the people did not dare to step forward.

These people suddenly moved to both sides, and a man in red clothes and holding an umbrella walked slowly to the ring, tapped his feet lightly on the ground, and landed on the ring like flying.

The man said in a cold voice: "This is really a good move. These people are overestimating their ability to fight with you. It is understandable that they die at your hands. I, Xu Ling, can ask the young master for advice."

Li Tianhao shouted loudly at this time: "This guy is called Mr. Blood. He is also very cruel and ruthless. He is known as the number one master of the younger generation. Mr. Duanmu must be careful."

Duanmu Yun nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for reminding me. It's only interesting to compete with a master. I hope he won't disappoint me."

Xu Ling said with a cold face: "Young Master Duanmu is really brave enough. I don't think I will disappoint you. The Heavenly Demon Umbrella in my hand is made of ten thousand years of cold iron and Heavenly Silk. You can use the long sword in your hand." , I’m afraid I’ll suffer a loss.”

Duanmu Yun threw the long sword aside casually, with a dragon-shaped long sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "You are an upright guy, and it is worthy of me to fight you with the dragon-shaped sword."

Xu Ling slid in front of him and smashed the magic umbrella in his hand. He used the nine moves of the magic umbrella, which was also a very mysterious skill.

Duanmu Yun used the Baiyun Sword Technique again, which was incomparably more powerful than before. The two of them quickly fought together, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

The two separated again and looked at each other cautiously. Duanmu Yun waved the dragon-shaped sword in his hand. The sword trembled gently, and then made a dragon roar.

Everyone saw a golden dragon soaring into the sky, roaring in the air and rushing toward the opponent. Xu Ling suddenly opened the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, and the golden dragon hit the Heavenly Demon Umbrella.

There was a loud noise, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye expanded to both sides. The defensive array on the ring shattered in response, and spread quickly.

The two women in front of Wang Youxiang's private room suddenly jumped into the air at the same time, waving their four hands in the air, making the wave of air disappear invisible.

Duanmu Yun stood there with a pale face, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but there was nothing opposite him, and there was a deep pit.

The famous Bloody Young Master was actually transformed by the blow just now, and completely disappeared between heaven and earth, as if he had never appeared before.

The battle just now was so fierce that it scared everyone else. Although Duanmu Yun was injured now, no one dared to step forward, and the entire scene became cold.

Duanmu Yun glanced around, then burst into laughter.