In the dark underground palace, everyone clenched their fists and cheered as they looked at Lin Huang who suddenly got up from the ground in the killing arena.
They held back the anger in their hearts, and their eyes fell firmly on the young man who had become a bloody man.
Winning seventy games in a row.
This is an unprecedented feat in the killing arena.
But they still want to see more, to see the already miserable forest, step by step, step by step, step onto the final throne and become an unsurpassable existence.
In the killing arena, looking at Lin Huang who suddenly stood up, the warrior in the Sword Qi Tower was slightly startled, and then he hissed and sneered twice. The movement of the sword in his hand was not slow at all, like a tiger, without hesitation towards
Lin Huang killed him.
"I am undefeated!"
Lin Huang, who was stumbling, clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice, with a sharp gaze like a tiger's.
Looking at the long sword that was gradually enlarging in front of him, Lin Huang took a deep breath and moved suddenly...
Turned into an afterimage...
Arms like knives...
Keng!
In the killing arena, the sound of the clash of gold and steel was heard fiercely.
In the killing arena that was soaked in blood and covered with corpses, Lin Huang faced away from the warriors in the Sword Qi Tower. He knelt on one knee, bent down and lowered his head, spreading his arms as straight as swords to protect his whole body like wings.
The blood dripped from Lin Huang's mouth, forming a blood line and falling to the ground.
The breath is messy and accompanied by a violent cough.
This move seemed to use up all the strength he had just accumulated.
Behind Lin Huang, the warrior from the Sword Qi Tower was also motionless, with his clay and wood sculptures standing on the same spot.
Then there was a bang.
The warrior in the Jianqi Tower suddenly fell to the ground.
The body was cut in half directly...
Looking at the scene below, the spectators around the underground palace stared wide-eyed, and they all took a breath. The young man in blood-clothed clothes in the battlefield was shocked.
He is obviously at the end of his strength and may fall to the ground anytime and anywhere.
He was actually able to issue such a fierce killing move in the seventy-first battle, instantly killing the ninth level warrior sent by the Sword Qi Pavilion.
Could it be that the sick tiger is still alive and can turn over and kill people?
Behind the underground palace, the owner of the Jianqi Building had a gloomy look, and the sneer on his face that was once sure of victory froze. He looked at the bloody young man standing up on his knees in the killing arena, and his heart became increasingly cold. Five fingers
With a slight exertion, the teacup in his hand suddenly turned into powder.
In the killing arena, Lin Huang's face was already covered in blood.
But there was a smile on his face.
Spicy.
Unruly.
The bloody hand wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, making the blood on Lin Huang's face more intense, and making the blood-covered smile even more frightening. It was like the smile of a hellish Shura, bright but full of piercing murderous intent...
Lin Huang took a long breath and stared at the bronze door of the Killing Arena with burning eyes, waiting for the next challenger.
…
In the blood-soaked killing arena, the battle continues.
He won't stop for any reason.
Unless Lin Huang can no longer stand up and dies in the killing arena.
Otherwise, even if the young man in blood clothes stood up again and again, he would eventually be beaten down again and again.
In the underground palace, there were naturally people who expected Lin Huang to continue fighting.
Because of profit.
Also because of creating and witnessing a legend.
But some people hope that the young man with a broken leg and an arm in the killing arena will never stand up again.
Also because of profit.
Also for the fall of a legend.
In the killing arena.
The fighting continues as before.
Lin Huang fell down again and again and stood up again and again...
Battle 72.
Seventy-three battles.
Seventy-four battles.
…
In the underground palace, no one cheered, encouraged, or cursed anymore, but there was silence. Looking at the young men in blood-clothed clothes in the killing arena, they were all shocked.
How could there be someone in this world with such strong willpower?
The foot is broken.
The hand is broken.
There were more than thirty wounds on his body.
But he could stand up again and again.
Finally, an hour later, after Lin Huang killed the seventy-ninth person, he fell.
It took half a stick of incense to get up.
The spectators in the underground palace started shouting again and clenched their fists, hoping that the fallen young man could stand up stubbornly and tenaciously again.
Song Changling squeezed the guardrail of the killing arena tightly, his eyes were filled with anger, and he looked at the young man who could no longer get up. There was a blockage in his heart, and it seemed that he wanted to tear the guardrail apart before he could vent it out.
Afterwards, Song Changling squeezed towards the direction of the killing arena...
Ding!
Before Song Changling took three steps, a long and long piano sound suddenly sounded in the killing arena. It was as clear and crisp as a wind chime in an empty valley, and it was particularly sweet to the ear, just like the chirping of an oriole in spring.
As the sound of the piano sounded, the surrounding sounds also calmed down, and everyone stared at the figure that suddenly appeared in the killing arena.
In the killing arena.
At this moment, a handsome young man with green pine trees was standing quietly. He was wearing a green robe and black pleated martial arts uniform, and a blue cloak with a mink collar. He was holding a seven-string sycamore guqin in his arms. The guqin was dotted with eight pictures of mysterious monsters.
The pictures and texts appear lifelike.
Looking at the challenger who suddenly appeared, everyone frowned slightly.
Together with the master of Longyuan Pavilion, they all touched their chins in confusion.
He had never seen this person in Baizhan City.
But he could feel that the person standing quietly in front of Lin Changsheng at this moment held a very special guqin.
In the killing arena, when the sound of the piano sounded, Lin Huang, who had almost fainted, suddenly opened his eyes and looked sharply at the young man who was looking down at him with a faint smile on his face.
Lin Huang's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
I saw a gentle smile in the young man's eyebrows, "My name is Luo Qingjue, from Taiyi Martial House!"
The young man who suddenly appeared was none other than Senior Brother Luo, the leader of several people from the Taiyi Martial House outside the killing arena.
Lin Huang looked at the young man's spring-like smile, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"I came to Baizhan City to compete with Wang Xiao from Qingtian Martial Palace. I didn't expect to meet you here. I, Luo Qingjue, am lucky in my third life. I have won seventy-nine games in a row. Now that I show up, it's a bit bullying.
You. But I will be returning to Qingtian Martial Palace soon, I can’t wait!”
"If possible, we can fight with our souls!"
Luo Qingjue looked gentle, but at the end of the sentence he rolled up his sleeves and gave a slight salute to Lin Huang, "Luo Qingjue of Taiyi Martial House invites you to fight, and I hope you can teach me!"
Ahem...
On the pile of corpses in the killing arena, Lin Huang coughed violently, but he leaned on the leg bones of the corpses around him and stood up bit by bit. His body staggered, but Lin Huang held on to the overwhelming fatigue and reasoned.
He straightened his messy robes, like ancient warriors sparring with each other, with a serious look on his face: