Looking at the two scimitars, they were like a whirlwind, killing each other.
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the one-eyed man's mouth. He lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the big knife behind him flew out directly.
This is a wide knife, about half a meter wide, with two grooves on the blade, like gears.
Different from Mu Zhoubai's moves, his movements are wide open and close, and he has the momentum that one man can stand against all others.
The knives collided, bursting out bursts of sparks.
Mu Zhoubai's face changed slightly, and he felt that the power from the opponent's broad sword was actually stronger than his own.
He quickly stabilized his body, kept dodging, and attacked with an airtight sword.
"Junior Brother Mu's attacks are more flexible, but less powerful," Liu Rufeng said.
"However, although the opponent is powerful, he has no skills in speed and moves. It is too early to talk about success or failure now."
The two people in the ring were fierce in every move they made.
Gradually, as time passed, the one-eyed man became a little anxious.
This Mu Zhoubai was like a loach. He couldn't even be touched, let alone attack. However, under the force of the opponent's sharp knife, he had been slightly injured, and there were more or less scars on his body.
"Are you just going to hide?" the one-eyed man said angrily.
"Cross violent killing knife," Mu Zhoubai sneered as he saw the one-eyed man showing a flaw.
Then he saw his two scimitars crossed together, forming a cross pattern.
His figure seemed to merge with the void, and only the cross knife remained in the whole world, while his person disappeared.
Before the one-eyed man could react, he heard a "boom" and the cross knife was imprinted on his chest very quickly.
Immediately afterwards, blood flew away, and the cross knife penetrated his chest and appeared behind him.
Mu Zhoubai's figure also disappeared behind, holding a cross knife and looking at him coldly.
"How could it be?" The one-eyed man looked down at the wound on his chest, and then his body fell to the ground, and the body was torn apart.
"Muzhou will win a hundred games," the referee said calmly from the side.
As the referee here, he is used to life and death.
Countless people die here every day, both local and foreign. Life is the least valuable here.
As the guards dragged the one-eyed man's body down, the referee looked at Mu Zhoubai and asked, "Now that you have won eighty pieces of his fusion stones, do you want to continue?"
"Why not?" Mu Zhoubai said with a faint smile.
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At this moment, next to the competition stage, there is a very magnificent restaurant.
The restaurant is called Qunying Building, and the restaurant is divided into six floors.
The first four floors can be entered if you have money, the fifth floor requires some identity, and the sixth floor is prepared for real heroes.
It is said that only those who have won hundreds of games in a row in the martial arts arena are qualified to come to the sixth floor of this heroic building.
We are currently on the fifth floor of Qunying Building, which is divided into small private rooms.
Because the restaurant is close to the martial arts arena, looking down from a high altitude, you can basically see the entirety of the martial arts arena.
This is also a place with rare scenery.
"Master, they have all gone to the competition ground," Nu Yang said in the private room while drinking wine and listening to the report of his servant.
"Won?" Nu Yang came to the window and asked calmly.
"They won one game, and they were on the other side with one hundred fusion stones," the servant said respectfully.
"Let Old Man Kumu do the next one," Nu Yang said calmly.
"Master, this is inappropriate. We rarely control the confrontation in the martial arts arena," the servant paused and explained tentatively.
"Afu, what I said doesn't work anymore?" Nu Yang turned his head and chuckled.
"I don't dare, I will make arrangements right now," the servant nodded quickly when he saw Nu Yang smiling.
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In the martial arts arena, Mu Zhoubai waited for a long time.
Just when he was getting impatient, the underground door was opened and an old man walked out.
When the old man came out, the spectators watching the battle were all stunned.
"Old man with bones, doesn't this guy go to ten thousand shows often?
How come we come to these hundreds of shows?" someone asked in surprise.
"Could someone have offended him?" the person next to him speculated.
"I don't know, but the kid opposite is in a terrible situation."
"What's the most miserable thing? Just surrender when you meet the withered old man, and you'll just lose some fusion stones."
People around were talking a lot, it was obvious that this old man with bones was very famous.
He usually competes in the Ten Thousand Games side, because winning one game will give you ten thousand fusion stones, but he can't even watch the Hundred Games side.
This skeletal old man wore a large black robe, wrapping his entire body in it.
He makes a very harsh "creak" sound when he walks.
"Admit defeat, this person is a bit dangerous," Huangfu Xianyue said solemnly in the field below.
"But according to Junior Brother Mu's character, he shouldn't give in so easily," Fang Xiang said.
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Mu Zhoubai looked up at the old man in front of him and saw him slowly drawing out the two swords from behind.
Clenching his hands, the aura on his body was increasing little by little.
With a "boom" sound, his right foot took a slight step back, and he dived forward.
There were cracks on the floor beneath my feet.
Seeing Mu Zhoubai coming to kill him, the withered old man still lowered his head and didn't see any movement.
The distance between the two became closer and closer, and the next moment, the old man with the skeleton suddenly raised his head.
His face hidden in the black robe became clearer, and it was seen that his face was so thin that there was no flesh at all, leaving only pale skin.
What's even more terrifying is that he has no eyes, and his eyes are two groups of light blue flames.
When Mu Zhoubai saw the two flames, his whole body seemed to be struck by thunder, and he froze in place for an instant.
"No, it's a soul attack," Liu Rufeng stood up quickly.
The skeletal old man smiled cruelly. He stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and slightly raised his index finger.
With a "boom" sound, the hard arena was shattered, and a huge white bone sprang out from under Mu Zhoubai's body.
It penetrated directly through his back and nailed him to the formidable bones in the ring.
Blood was flying in the air, and Mu Zhoubai lay unconscious on his bones with no idea of his life or death.
The blood on the white bones was shocking, and everyone in Huangfu Xianyue's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This guy is not on the same level at all," Fang Xiang said.
"I think we made a mistake," Xu Zimo said.
"Among the younger generation, you are indeed the strongest disciples, and you even have rivals among your peers.
But in the competition arena, there is no distinction between age, those who are older than you can easily defeat you."
After hearing Xu Zimo's words, Liu Rufeng took a deep breath and walked directly towards the competition ring.
