Chapter 48: One Move
Sitting on the waiting seat, Chen Zong looked ahead and saw the battle on the battle arena clearly.
At this time, the two sides fighting in the battle arena, one wields a sword and the other uses a long spear. Both of them are at the eighth level of true martial arts, and they are between equals. The outcome depends on their respective martial arts attainments and power .
The sword light is gorgeous, like a folding fan opened, and the shadows of multiple swords are superimposed into a sword piercing through the air.
"Mysterious Ice Spear!" The spear warrior let out a low cry, shook the gun with both hands, and the gun body rotated at a high speed in an instant, all the power was poured into the tip of the gun through the rotation, and the tip of the gun shot out an astonishing cold light, like Forged by thousands of years of ice, it came out fiercely with astonishing power.
A shot is like an icy dragon coming out of the abyss, and the momentum is astonishing.
The light of the sword shattered, and the tip of the gun pierced the body of the sword. Terrible force erupted, causing the body of the sword to bend. Take advantage of the trend.
The long spear was raised suddenly, and then fell fiercely, bringing about an astonishing wind and thunder.
The weapons used by the two are all standard weapons provided by Baizhan, which have sufficient hardness and toughness, but do not have other powers, and it is also stipulated that in the Baizhan arena, no power other than oneself is allowed, such as fake spiritual weapons. Strength or taking pills to temporarily increase strength and so on.
This kind of contest seems relatively fair.
With a single shot, the long sword was split open, and the shoulder slammed into the opponent's chest fiercely, causing the opponent to retreat back and forth again and again, and another shot came out with heavy spear shadows trembling slightly.
Following each other with guns and guns, the sword-wielding warrior was knocked off the ring and suffered minor injuries.
"One victory on the seventeenth, the eighteenth will take the stage." A resounding voice came from the Baizhan Building.
There is no time to restore strength after winning the battle in the battle arena, and you can't take pills. Otherwise, what's the point?
Moreover, only after winning ten consecutive victories, Baizhanlou will announce the winner's name. If they can't even win ten consecutive victories, who will care what their name is.
Chen Zong looked at his wooden sign, and the number on it was No. 30.
No. 18 was sitting in the waiting seat at this time. After hearing the loud voice, he got up, first took out a big knife from the weapon rack next to him, jumped up, and flew past like a big bird. Thousands of meters, and finally landed on the battle arena.
The footsteps just landed,
The toes touched the ground of the arena, the power burst out, the whole person leaped high, holding the big knife with both hands, pouring out real strength, bursting out an amazing red color, and slashing down fiercely like a raging fire.
With a flick of the spear, the cold light pierced the air, like a dragon coming out of an abyss.
The two warriors tried their best to compete for the victory.
In the end, the gun-wielding fighters won again and achieved a record of two consecutive victories, but immediately entered the battle on the 19th.
Some people go to the battle, no matter the winner or loser, they will not stay in the waiting stand, but the number of people in the waiting stand has not decreased, but has increased, because people continue to sign up to participate in the challenge.
At this time, a burst of cold air filled the air, as if a gloomy wind was blowing, everyone couldn't help but look back, and their expressions changed one after another.
I saw a young man in black walking with his hands behind his back with a cold face. He had an appearance and aura that should not be approached by strangers. His eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife.
"It's Mason."
"Here he is again."
A low voice sounded, and Chen Zong's heart moved slightly. When he stepped into Baizhan City, he heard many people's discussions, and Mo Sen was mentioned among them.
Has achieved ten consecutive victories, and has hidden a lot of strength.
Chen Zong could tell Mo Sen's cultivation level at a glance, the limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, but it was somewhat obscure. It is estimated that it would be difficult for people whose cultivation level is not as good as his to see his cultivation level clearly. As for the combat power, it is impossible to determine, but according to Chen Zong According to my guess, this person's combat power should not be lower than a two-star.
Mo Sen was cold and arrogant, ignored others, sat down on his own, and looked ahead.
"Ancient Bell Garden."
"The ancient bell garden is also here."
"Now it's interesting. Is it Gu Zhongyuan's 30-game winning streak, or Mo Sen's 20-game winning streak?"
A young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth strode into the waiting seats. He looked ordinary, but he wore a thick chain around his neck. The chain was made of egg-sized black balls that collided with each other as he walked. , making a crisp crashing sound.
Although Gu Zhongyuan didn't look as cold and arrogant as Mo Sen, when he entered the waiting area, he didn't pay any attention to anyone. He just glanced at Mo Sen's face and found a seat to sit down.
The cultivation of this ancient bell garden is not low, and it is also the limit of the ninth level of true martial arts, and its combat power is unknown.
In the arena of battles, the outcome of No. 17 and No. 19 is decided, No. 19 wins with a better skill, and No. 20 immediately enters the stage.
Afterwards, No. 20 defeated No. 19 and replaced him as the ringleader to meet the challenge of No. 21.
Number twenty-two!
Number twenty-three!
Number twenty-four!
One after another, they entered the arena of hundreds of battles. Up to now, the most winning streak is three games.
Soon, No. 29 will come on stage.
No. 29 was the one who had taunted Chen Zong before, and he landed on the battle arena with a long knife in his hand.
"You're not my opponent, just get out of here." No. 29 grinned, a stinky mouth was annoying.
"I'll find out after calling." No. 27 frowned slightly, and immediately replied lukewarmly.
"I'll kill you with one knife." Number 29 laughed wildly, and the long knife pierced through the air. The cultivation of the peak of the ninth level of true martial arts made this knife even stronger, which made Number 27 more stressed and changed his complexion drastically.
Sure enough, as No. 29 said, with just one blow, No. 27 was chopped off, and the weapon in his hand flew out. He was no match at all.
"Hahahaha, as I said, you are not my opponent, one knife is enough." No. 29 put the long knife back on his shoulder, laughing endlessly.
If you lose, you lose. Although you are not reconciled, there is nothing you can do. No. 27 can only leave.
"On the 29th, we will win in a row, and on the 30th, we will enter the field." Following the voice from the Baizhan Tower, Chen Zong also got up, walked to the weapon rack, glanced over, and pulled out an inappropriate weapon. long sword.
The body floated up slightly, and floated forward as if without weight, as light as a wisp of catkins, but very fast, and landed on the battle arena.
"It turned out to be you, roll yourself down or let me chop it down with a knife." No. 29 showed a touch of disdain when he saw Chen Zong, and sneered.
Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and the situation was calm, but he was just a peak of the ninth level of true martial arts. Although his cultivation level was similar to his own, the gap in combat power was like a natural moat.
In this way, it can only show the advantage of tongue.
The long sword slashed across the air, very slowly, but in fact it was extremely fast, and the sword pierced through the air.
No. 29's complexion changed, and he swung his saber immediately, and countless saber lights raged like a storm, killing them with a bang.
But the light of the saber was directly defeated by Chen Zong's understatement of the sword, and it drove straight in like a broken bamboo. Nothing could resist Chen Zong's sword.
The untouched point hit No. 29's chest directly, a terrifying force burst out, and pushed forward heavily. No. 29's complexion suddenly changed, and his face was full of pain. He tried his best to stop his body, but he couldn't do anything about it. Sliding back, falling from the battle arena.
"So strong!"
"To actually defeat a peak of the ninth level of true martial arts with a single sword, this person's combat power has reached at least two stars."
On the waiting table, everyone waiting for the battle was startled, and the eyes of Mo Sen and Gu Zhongyuan were also slightly brightened, staring at Chen Zong.
It is not difficult for them to defeat ordinary warriors at the peak of the ninth level of true martial arts with one move.
Just because of this alone, we can't see how strong Chen Zong is, but it has aroused their interest, and maybe he can become an opponent.
Warriors who come to participate in the battle arena, in addition to coming for rewards, they also want to be able to fight against other warriors to sharpen themselves, but if the opponent is too weak, they will be easily defeated, and there will be no tempering at all. As a result, only opponents with similar strength or stronger than yourself can bring you a sharpening effect.
There are a few old men watching the battle in Baizhanlou, they are all members of Baizhanlou.
"Good strength."
"Well, it has the ability to win ten consecutive victories."
Ten consecutive victories are the most common in the Baizhan Arena, and the rewards they get are nothing to Baizhanlou. After all, Baizhanlou can earn a lot of Lingbei every day, even if there are several people in a day. For ten consecutive victories, the Lingbei reward is only part of the income.
Moreover, the more people who win in a row, the reputation of the Baizhan Arena will be expanded to a certain extent, attracting more people to watch or participate in the battle.
When No. 31 came on stage, he saw Chen Zong's strength, so when facing Chen Zong, he unconsciously felt weak.
Once the momentum is lost, it is even more impossible to fight. Chen Zong just swung his sword, and No. 31 retreated from the battle arena. Fortunately, Chen Zong struck wisely, and the opponent only suffered minor injuries.
If they were replaced by some more ruthless fighters, they would often severely injure their opponents. This is also the rule of Baizhan Arena that they cannot kill people, otherwise it is unknown how many people will die.
Then came the stage on the 32nd.
The actual age of No. 32 is over forty years old, and his cultivation is at the limit of the ninth level of true martial arts, but his aura is very vigorous, which is a bit stronger than the ordinary limit of the ninth level of true martial arts.
"Please enlighten me." No. 32 is very calm. His weapons are double palms. It can be seen that his palms are thicker than ordinary people, like two small millstones, full of a heavy sense of strength.
Chen Zong swung his sword again, and the lightness of the sword contained domineering power. With a loud roar on the 32nd, he swung his palms with all his strength, and displayed a palm technique he was proud of. The expansion is like a huge millstone, containing terrible and heavy power, and it is bombarded fiercely.
The rumbling sound resounded in all directions.
But the sword light flashed past, all the momentum was still, and the palms, which were like huge millstones, were cut open under the sword light, dissipating like smoke blown by the wind.
The remaining momentum of the sword light has not disappeared, and it was as fast as thunder, and directly slashed on No. 32's chest. The true power of the body protection was broken in an instant, and with a bang, No. 32's whole person also flew upside down uncontrollably Out of the arena of hundreds of battles.