[69 Book Bar - www.] Yang Quan has won two games and is ranked ninety-eight. This is Yang Quan’s ranking on the competition statistics monument. There are ninety-seven players in front of Yang Quan who have better records than him.
, only a few minutes passed, Yang Quan still encountered an automatic abstainer, and one was instantly killed by him. The speed was already quite fast, but the results were not ideal.
The competition statistics monument only counts wins, not losses, because once you lose, you will be eliminated, either dead or injured. The final result is the same, that is, being sucked out by that mysterious suction force.
On the ring at this moment, opposite Yang Quan was another half-saint. His whole body was filled with murderous intent, and his arms were tied with a black cloth strip, which was very conspicuous. He stared at Yang Quan and raised the corners of his mouth.
,: "I'm so lucky, I didn't expect that I would meet you!"
When Yang Quan heard this, he hesitated for a while, but did not kill him immediately because he wanted to know what was going on. He asked him: "Brother, what do you mean? I'm just a golden elixir monk. I just came here to have fun and experience."
"Just now, the two dear friends accepted my benefits and voluntarily abstained from voting. How about you also accept my benefits and voluntarily abstain from voting?"
"Benefits? Oh, by the way, you have the power of Shengyin on your back, so you will definitely get some good things from you! Tell me what benefits you can give me, and see if you can impress me!"
"A holy sword!" Yang Quan said with a smile.
"Oh? What else?" It seemed that Yang Quan's price failed to impress him.
"You have a big appetite. One holy sword is not enough!"
"Because your head is more than just a holy sword, it's useless to say more. Rather than giving others an advantage, it's better for me to take action first. The reward from above and the wealth on your body are enough for me to use for a lifetime. Die! You will never get out alive.
Arena!"
Brush, the Half-Saint moved, and with a killing blow, he rushed towards Yang Quan.
When he was still five steps away from Yang Quan, his expression changed drastically. His ferocious look instantly turned into fear, and then despair. A gleaming golden sword energy was reflected from his pupils, and he struck from the top of his head.
And down.
With a crash, the half-saint was split open in the middle and split into two. Blood spattered five steps, staining half of the arena red.
Yang Quan's face was expressionless, and he grabbed it with his big hand. The half-saint's waistband was instantly in his hand. He gritted his teeth and squeezed it, and the two half-corpses disappeared out of thin air.
"Hiss! That little golden elixir monk is so ruthless!" Yang Quan's ruthlessness has already attracted the attention of many people. At this moment, another half-saint was split in half by his sword, and many people took a breath.
Cool air.
"It looks like he was forced to come out. If he doesn't kill someone, they will kill him!"
"Yes, I also came to observe the last sword sharpening competition, but this time there is obviously a touch more blood!" said an old man.
"Stop talking, let's continue watching. The golden elixir monk has entered the ring again!" Someone pointed to Yang Quan's position. At this moment, he was once again facing a semi-saint, and the arm of this semi-saint was also tied.
A strip of black cloth.
"Do you want to kill me in exchange for a heavy reward from the sword-loving Saint?" When we met, Yang Quan spoke first before the man could speak. The man was stunned for a moment, then showed his fierce look and thrust his sword straight into Yang Quan's throat.
Yang Quan realized that his guess was indeed correct. Among the players who came to compete this time, a large number of them were ordered by the sword-loving saint and were ready to kill him. As for how many people there were, Yang Quan didn't know.
, I'm afraid even the bloodthirsty saints don't know it, so much so that they put black strips of cloth on their arms as a secret code.
This was the experience Yang Quan had accumulated from being a soldier for more than ten years. He deduced based on experience, and he guessed right.
Facing the sword in front of him, Yang Quan did not dodge. The attacker smiled ferociously. Yang Quan was probably unable to dodge this sword, but the next moment, he was shocked. The golden elixir monk disappeared out of thin air, and his own
The sword cuts through the air.
Yang Quan didn't give him any extra time to think about it. When he was surprised, a sword suddenly penetrated his back and stabbed out of his chest. With a clang, the sword in his hand fell, and he could only breathe out.
It didn't go in, and it was still bleeding.
Yang Quan quickly took off his black cloth strip and tied it on his hand. He curled his lips and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to play, I will play with you!"
He pulled out the Seven-Star Sword, and then stabbed the man's belt. The belt shattered, and he won another round.
He raised his head and glanced at the competition statistics monument. His name was almost at the bottom. If he didn't work harder, he could easily be pushed off the list.
In the next game, he glanced at his opponent. There were no black strips of cloth on his body. He didn't say much nonsense. He swiped and disappeared. Before the opponent could react, the opponent's waist card clicked and split into pieces.
Two halves, Yang Quan wins again.
"This kid is incredible, completely overturning my previous views on realms!" said the old man who watched the competition last time.
"It's really too fast. Senior, you are already in the realm of the Little Saint. Compared with you and this golden elixir monk, who is faster?" asked another onlooker.
"I'm not as good as him!" the old man admitted frankly, without any pretense.
"Then what do you think the chances of this boy winning the championship are?"
"It's big, but not necessarily. In the last competition, the Mojian Sect selected a hundred of its own seed disciples to participate in the competition. They were given the right to practice. Even if they won the ranking, they would not be rewarded, but the rewards would be deferred.
Go down and give it to those contestants!" The old man revealed the inside story.
"This sword-sharpening sect is quite kind!"
"Yes, they only want to train their disciples. These disciples are all genius disciples. Challenges beyond the next level are not a problem. Some semi-saint disciples can even compete with the great sage!" the old man said, stroking his beard.
"Tsk, tsk, fighting against the great sage is simply unheard of!"
"Stop talking, this little golden elixir monk is amazing. If he doesn't die young, he will definitely achieve great things in the future. I think he has a pretty good chance of winning the championship. Let's wait and see!" After the old man finished speaking, the people next to him did not speak.
Looking straight at the ring where Yang Quan was.
On the ring, with a snap, Yang Quan smashed another opponent's waist card. Because the opponent's body was not tied with a black strip of cloth, he did not kill him.
Nine, ten, twenty, thirty, Yang Quan's speed increased, and he won every battle. Every battle was an unexpected move, smashing the opponent's waist card, and Yang Quan was there.
The rankings on the statistical monument skyrocketed, surpassing each other and reaching sixty.
But this time, the suction force did not immediately attract him to the next arena. Yang Quan could also understand that the battles he just fought were all quick battles. He was a master, and his opponents were all useless. Therefore, he was fast, but it was like fighting against masters.
Masters, especially when they are evenly matched, can't go any faster. They all work step by step and fight steadily, so once they get entangled, it lasts for days and nights. After all, you only have one chance, and failure will be reported. In the same way, it will be useless.
Talented people are also very good at beating useless people. Maybe even after a few days and nights of tossing, the spectators in the stands will doze off. So there is no winner at this moment, he can only wait.
About a quarter of an hour later, the suction force once again sucked Yang Quan onto the ring. When he saw his opponent, Yang Quan smiled, because this time, his opponent, who was at the peak of a semi-saint, had a black cloth tied to his arm.
"Huh?" The other party obviously felt a little strange. Yang Quan also had a black cloth tied on his body. He was obviously with him. However, Yang Quan's level was so low. He hesitated for a moment and did not take action immediately.
"How many games has this senior brother won?" Yang Quan asked stupidly.
"Fifteen games, what about you?"
"Sixteen games!" Yang Quan said casually, as long as he has one more than you. In fact, he won more than sixteen games. He just wanted to play with him and get some inside information out.
"Huh? How can you, a little golden elixir monk, win sixteen games? Don't try to trick me!" The other party obviously didn't believe it.
"Senior brother, don't believe it. The ancestor gave me the Holy Sword. Several of the sixteen people before me left the scene voluntarily when they saw me using the Holy Sword. There were a few half-saints who did not know how to live or die and refused to accept it. They were all defeated by the Holy Sword.
Under the sword! You will die, you will be injured, senior brother, don't be stubborn!" Yang Quan threatened.
"Where...where is the Holy Sword? Let me take a look!"
Buzz! Yang Quan showed off the Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword, and the sword was filled with thick holy energy.
"This..." The other party saw that it was really a holy sword and hesitated a little. However, he thought that such a rich reward was given away in vain, and he was not willing to give it away, so he said: "Junior brother, although the superiors have told us, we
When people of our own meet, the one with fewer wins will automatically leave, but senior brother, I am not willing to accept it, we are only one game away, how about we discuss it!"
"What kind of negotiation?" Yang Quan wanted to laugh in his heart, but held it back.
"You see, junior brother, you already have the holy sword, so there is no need to compete with senior brother for credit. When senior brother kills the golden elixir monk, I will take the holy sword, and the remaining three million heaven-grade spiritual stones will be yours. What?
Sample?"
"Oh!" Yang Quan suddenly realized that his head was so valuable. He pretended to disagree and shook his head: "This holy sword in my hand will be returned to the ancestor after the game!"
When the other party heard this, he suddenly had the intention to kill, but he still had some scruples in his heart. Although he was not from the same sect, he was an ally at the moment, an ally to suppress Yang Quan, so he did not take action rashly. Moreover, this little monk could be beaten by the ancestor.
Given the Holy Sword, he obviously has a high status in their sect. Although he can't activate all the Holy Swords, as long as he can activate 10%, his chances of winning are not good. He gritted his teeth and asked: "What do you want, Junior Brother?
what to do?"
"I want...you to die!"
Brush! Yang Quan only dodged, and the opponent was stunned on the spot. Yang Quan's voice was like the call of death. The next moment, Yang Quan appeared behind him. With a plop, this half-saint who didn't know whether to live or die fell backwards, his upper body
He fell to the ground first, but his lower body was still standing. Yes, he was cut in half by Yang Quan's sword.
Yang Quan frowned slightly, stretched out his foot, and found the waist tag among the pile of intestines and viscera. With a gentle step, the disgusting corpse was sucked away by suction.
