In the killing arena, the battle is still going on.
After Lin Huang won twenty games in a row, the battle became increasingly fierce.
Every time, Lin Huang seemed to fall.
But he is like an invincible little strongman, winning one game after another.
Around the killing arena, everyone watching the battle became more and more excited.
Because every time Lin Huang wins, it represents a rapid increase in the spiritual stones in their pockets. Moreover, it is a rare thing to witness the rise of a warrior in person.
From now on I can brag to others for a month!
twenty-three.
twenty four.
twenty five.
…
An hour later, when Lin Huang killed the twenty-ninth person, the entire underground palace suddenly became silent after a moment of cheers.
The next game will become crucial.
At this moment, it seemed that no one dared to disturb Lin Huang.
Because next, Lin Huang's victory or defeat will determine whether they will commit suicide after losing all their money and then jump into the lake, or whether they will spend money like water and play and sing every night from now on!
But Lin Huang in the killing arena was as calm as ever.
If he wants to survive from Song Hanshan's hands, he must not only survive the next battle, but also survive tomorrow's killing arena.
However, the final battle was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.
Lin Huang's opponent was a Wuhou Jiuzongtian from Longyuan Pavilion.
He is tall and thick, very burly, holding a heavy knife in his hand. Standing in the killing arena, he looks like a walking violent bear.
But the latter's strength is simply outrageous.
Within ten breaths of the battle starting, the warrior's head was pushed to the ground by Lin Huang, slapping his hands on the ground and shouting to admit defeat.
The person in charge of Jianqi Tower suddenly frowned.
The expression of the pavilion master in Longyuan Pavilion was slightly condensed, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly froze, "This time, the performance was not so exciting, and it was a bit like being seen through!"
But what the master of the Longyuan Pavilion didn't know was that after thirty consecutive battles, all the twenty-nine people in front of him died. Only the warrior who immediately surrendered and survived knew that the young man who was covered in blood and seemed to be on the verge of collapse had no idea what was hidden in his body.
What an astonishing murderous aura.
It's not that he doesn't want to perform, it's that if he continues to perform, his head will move.
After the warriors of Longyuan Pavilion surrendered, a boiling sound suddenly erupted around the killing arena, like monster beasts all over the mountains and plains roaring wildly.
Many people slapped the bronze guardrail outside the killing arena vigorously, unable to contain their inner excitement at all.
Win thirty games in a row.
The young man in blood-clothed clothes in the killing arena was not bloody at all, he was just a cute boy giving money.
Last night, he won ten games in a row without losing.
Tonight, I won thirty games in a row, killed one person from the seventh heaven of Wuhou, twenty-eight from the ninth heaven, and one person surrendered.
This kind of record can be ranked in the top five in the entire history of Killing Arena.
And... I've made a lot of money now!
Behind the underground palace, Jianqi Tower looked at the Longyuan Pavilion warrior who had surrendered and walked out of the killing arena. He then moved his gaze to Lin Huang, snorted fiercely, and walked away with his fists clenching.
Nie Jinglei waved to Deputy Hall Master Qiu, "I have been following him these past few days to ensure that he does not die and don't let Jianqi Pavilion and Longyuan Pavilion find the opportunity to attack."
The pavilion owner of Longyuan Pavilion looked as usual, tapping the handrail with his fingers, as if he saw the development of Longyuan Pavilion in the next hundred years.
In the killing arena, Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he shook his sleeves, brushed away the dripping blood, put on a dark cloak, and walked out of the killing arena calmly.
However, before Lin Huang could walk out of the bronze door of the killing arena, the warriors watching the battle around him swarmed in, looking at Lin Huang's eyes, not to mention how hungry they were.
The boy who gives you money is so cute no matter how you look at it.
After a few breaths, Lin Huang was overwhelmed by the crowd. Then he squatted down with great difficulty and moved out of the crowd... He looked back at the crowd behind him who could not even find the rightful owner but was still crazy. He shook his head with restrained eyebrows and looked at Nie Jinglei.
go.
"You are very good!"
Nie Jinglei looked at Lin Huang who was covered in blood, nodded with satisfaction, and then threw a storage ring to Lin Huang, "This is the 500,000 pearl spirit stones you bet before, buy yourself three consecutive wins."
Ten games, odds 30 times, deducting intermediate expenses, plus 30% of Longyuan Pavilion’s income, there are 25 million in it.”
Lin Huang nodded calmly, and then threw the ring back to Nie Jinglei, "Bet all these spirit stones for me tomorrow, and I will buy myself a hundred consecutive wins!"
Um?
The smile on Nie Jinglei's face instantly solidified.
He stood there for a long time.
"A hundred games? Boy, do you know what you are talking about? You want to die, but that's not what you want to do!"
Nie Jinglei snorted coldly.
"I use my own money to bet, so this shouldn't hinder Hall Master Nie."
Lin Huang said calmly.
"But you still have to participate in the turf war later. Your life now belongs to my Shenji Temple."
Nie Jinglei said coldly.
Lin Huang shook his head, "I will survive."
"Do you know what the highest winning streak is in the Killing Arena?"
Nie Jinglei asked with a frown.
Lin Huang spread his hands...
"It's forty-seven games. This is a unique result in twenty years. Do you know how many outstanding people from three sects and six palaces have come to the killing arena to challenge this record, but they have failed without exception? One
"A hundred games... this is the first time you let me know what it means to know the heights of the world."
Nie Jinglei said.
Lin Huang still spread his hands and asked: "Where did the man who won forty-seven consecutive games go?"
"He died outside Tiandao Sect, just like a dead dog. He was dead for three months and his body was rotting before he was discovered."
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled, "An unknown person can win forty-seven games in a row, why can't I? Since the Killing Arena has never had such a history, I will create one!"
"you……"
Nie Jinglei suddenly became so angry that he almost crushed the storage ring in his hand, "Boy, are you really so ignorant?"
"I have seen the greatness of heaven and earth, I have seen the swans in the sky. Because I have seen it! So I can do it!"
Lin Huang smiled coldly, then waved his sleeves and left, "See you tomorrow, don't forget to place a bet for me!"
Snapped!
After Lin Huang left, Nie Jinglei slapped the green dragon-skin throne to pieces with an angry palm. He stared at Lin Huang's back as he left arrogantly. His eyes were like needles piercing his eyes, and his pupils shrank sharply, filled with murderous intent.
…
After one night.
The city of Baizhan is surging with wind and clouds.
Lin Changsheng's record of winning thirty games in a row spread throughout the streets and alleys of Baizhan City before dawn.
In all the major restaurants and inns, and on the streets, people are talking about the blood-clothed Shura who jumped over the top and killed people.
Moreover, the news that Lin Huang would fight a hundred games in a row also spread like wildfire.
The dark hall outside the Killing Arena was crowded with people early in the morning. They all wanted to take a look at the uncanny appearance of the newly promoted Invincible Wuhou in the Killing Arena in the past three years.
Those who can win thirty games in a row in one night, and those who are so arrogant, will win a hundred games in a row.