[69 Book Bar - www.] "The ranking rules for the top ten competitions are two-by-two battles, randomly selected, the five winners will be the top five in this competition, and the losers will be ranked based on the remaining 10% of their wins. Sixth to tenth place!" After the arenas were merged, a sound resounded throughout the competition arena, and everyone could hear it clearly. This sound was also the signal for the start of the top ten competition. Upon hearing this sound, everyone Hold your breath, because the show is about to begin.
Whoosh! The first game of the top ten games started. Yang Quan and the controversial Half-Saint were led to the ring in full view of everyone. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the ring, because there was only one person in the ring now. , and this is the first game of the top ten games. The key is that among the two sides, there is Yang Quan. Many people in the stands have placed huge bets on Yang Quan. What's more, all their belongings have been bet on him. On Yang Quan, you must know that if Yang Quan finally wins the championship, it will be ten to one and he will become rich overnight, while Jian Wuhen's odds are 1.8 times to one. If he loses one hundred, the principal and interest can be combined. After getting back one hundred and eighty, Zhan Tian's odds are 1 to 2, Sanjie's odds are 2.5 to 1, Yang Quan's odds are so high because his level is low, and the traders don't seem to be optimistic about him. , but what makes this trader depressed is that there are many people betting on Yang Quan to win the championship. If Yang Quan really wins the championship, he will lose everything.
Yang Quan stood with his hands behind his back, pointing his nose at the half-sage, full of contempt. It was not because Yang Quan was arrogant, but because the half-sage laughed when he saw Yang Quan. He didn't think highly of Yang Quan at all. It was him. He despised Yang Quan first, so he forced Yang Quan to fight back, but Yang Quan didn't take action. He wanted to see what tricks this guy could do. If he could kill him in one breath, he would be too contemptuous of the 'Top Ten Competition'. It's a word, and it also belittles the sword-sharpening competition in disguise.
"Boy, I don't want to kill you. You crush your belt to save me from doing it!" The half-saint despised Yang Quan's realm, which destined him to a sad end. Yang Quan originally didn't want to kill him, but At this moment Yang Quan had to kill him.
"What if I say no?" Yang Quan glanced at him coldly, with murderous intent.
"I have a holy sword. Many strong men have died under this holy sword. Don't be ungrateful and shameless!"
"My ancestor, you fucking mistook my forbearance as cowardice, I will torture you to death!" Yang Quan burst into flames, roared, and rushed towards the Half-Saint. Facing the Half-Saint's sword, it was beyond common sense. He rushed over, and all the spectators in the stands stood up with a cry of surprise. How could anyone be like this? According to common sense, he should avoid the sharp edge, but he went forward head-on. Was he seeking his own death?
"What is he going to do? Is that a holy sword? Oh my god, my bet!"
"Is this kid crazy?"
"Not crazy, but angry. He was irritated by the other party!"
"Yes, the other party provoked him, and this person is miserable!"
"Senior, have you seen the clues?" Many people looked at the old man because they were worried about their bets.
"See for yourselves!" The old man pointed to the ring.
Whoosh!
Yang Quan took a step forward, and the next moment, his chest was less than an inch away from the half-saint's sword edge. The semi-sage was frightened by Yang Quan's actions. He held the holy sword in his hand and froze on the spot. He thought that Yang Quan had committed suicide. Seeking death.
The power of the stars was infinitely concentrated in his chest, and the fire of the Golden Crow was condensed into one point. Yang Quan's chest straightened, and the sword edge penetrated his chest.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even the old man was dumbfounded. How to explain this? The holy sword pierced his chest. Did he really want to die? Why was that? He was a bettor? No way, right?
Even the half-saint was dumbfounded. Is this kid really seeking death? He looked straight at Yang Quan's chest, and the sword edge really pierced his chest. He raised his head in confusion, and was dumbfounded for a moment. He couldn't see
Seeing Yang Quan's painful expression, he straightened his brows and raised the corners of his mouth. The sinister smile sent chills down his spine, and a bad thought arose spontaneously.
Bang bang bang bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The holy sword in his hand suddenly exploded after Yang Quan's sinister smile, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Petrified, the scene instantly petrified, everyone opened their mouths wide and kept this posture. They could not accept this scene. No one dared to gasp loudly, Holy Sword! That was the Holy Sword, and it was touched by his chest like this.
It was crushed like dirt and turned into dregs. This completely destroyed their concept.
Phew! Yang Quan blew a frivolous breath towards the dumbfounded Half-Saint, and the man woke up, stepped back like a ghost, then turned around and ran away. The entire arena was like a small world, endlessly empty.
"Hey, don't run away, I've got your belt!" Yang Quan shouted at him.
"What?" He turned around suddenly and subconsciously touched his waist. His waist badge was gone. He was shocked and his face turned green. When did his waist badge reach the opponent's hand?
Everyone in the stands took a deep breath of air-conditioning. This scene was so shocking that their hearts were beating wildly.
"I surrender, you crush my waist card!" The half-saint stopped, then turned around, looked at Yang Quan with a pale face, and said calmly.
"You're just admitting defeat now, why did you go there so early?" Yang Quan smiled but his eyes made the half-saint's heart palpitate.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to torture you to death! Come to death!" Yang Quan grabbed the opponent's waist card and refused to crush it. Then this person would never be able to escape from the ring. He would play a cat-and-mouse game with him.
"I run, what can you do to me?" The Half-Saint turned around again and was about to jump up and run away, but the soles of his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move, and the air around him seemed to be condensed and very heavy, with a huge pressure.
To his whole body.
"You run, you should run and show me!" Yang Quan walked towards the half-saint unhurriedly, like a tiger slowly approaching its prey.
"Don't come here, I beg you, young hero, please spare your life!" The half-saint cried in fright. Only a great master in the holy realm can do this method of condensing the void, but this golden elixir monk can actually do it. Could it be that he is a saint?
Could it be that Jing Da Neng has hidden his strength? He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but he couldn't move at this moment, and he had no chance to kneel down.
"Now I know how to be afraid. Wasn't it very majestic just now?" Yang Quan had already approached him and stood face to face with him, but he was frightened and did not dare to open his eyes and look at Yang Quan's face.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't kill me!" The half-saint closed his eyes and begged for mercy, the muscles on his face twitching out of fear.
"It's okay not to kill you, because there is a saying that life is worse than death!" Yang Quan bit his waistband in his mouth, leaving both hands free.
Snap, snap!
He opened his bow left and right, slapped one slap after another, one slap after another, and beat the half-saint into a pig's head. The blood spattered, he fainted, was woken up again, and then fainted again, and was beaten awake again, and so on, this is
Yang Quan was venting the anger in his heart, the anger of being despised by this person. If this half-saint dared to despise and despise him, he should bear his own anger.
This half-saint was already dying, but he was not dead yet. Yang Quan controlled him very well and only left him breathing. Everyone in the stands felt a burst of pain and couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands. Yang Quan's
The ferocious power has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people at this moment, but those who bet on him feel more at ease. This boy is more ferocious, and the chance of winning the championship is greater. Many people actually stood up and shouted to the ring, "Okay, fight."
Well done!'.
"You scornful ant, I don't want to kill you. Killing you will only dirty my hands, but you can never practice again in the future. You must be punished!" Yang Quan pressed the half-saint with his palm.
On his shoulders, a force of energy rushed into his body, and then rushed through his veins.
Bang bang bang!
There was a crackling sound inside the body of the half-saint. The half-saint looked up to the sky and roared a miserable cry before fainting. Yes, Yang Quan had crippled his muscles and veins, preventing him from practicing for the rest of his life and becoming a
A useless person, a mortal, and in a world where the strong are respected, he is destined to be oppressed by others, trampled under their feet, and never get ahead.
"Get out!" Yang Quan roared from his throat, then opened his mouth and exerted force, and with a crunch, his waistband was bitten into pieces by Yang Quan. The waistband made of an unknown material was actually bitten into pieces by him.
, everyone was dumbfounded.
Phew! The half-saint who was in a coma was dragged out of the arena by the powerful force of attraction. Yang Quan did not kill him, but tortured him in a crueler way than killing him. That is life would be worse than death.
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On the statistics monument, Yang Quan's name flashed, the purple fonts continued to shine, and the ranking went straight up, not stopping until he was ranked first. Yes, after defeating this half-saint, Yang Quan had already ranked first, but
It's only temporary, but after this victory, even if he fails in the subsequent battles, he can at least get fifth place.
After the half-saint's name flashed white light three times, it dimmed and turned gray. Everyone in the stands looked at this scene. Some were happy and some were worried. The ones who were happy were those who had placed bets on Yang Quan.
The people who are worried are the players and those who are addicted to swordsmanship. This guy is so terrifying. It seems that it will not be that easy to kill him.
In the second game of the top ten competition, Monk Sanjie played against another player and won without any suspense. When he won, he looked up at the lounge where Yang Quan was, his eyes full of challenge, and Yang Quan also
Seeing this, he just laughed it off.
In the third game of the top ten competition, the little holy monk who was comparable to the realm of the Great Sage also defeated his opponent and entered the top five. However, he was very calm and showed no emotion or anger. After winning, he showed no expression.
I went straight back to the lounge to rest.
In the next fourth game, Zhan Tian won. In the last game, Jian Wuhen won. His opponent was also a player wrapped in black cloth. As soon as he touched Jian Wuhen, he immediately smashed his waist card and automatically gave up.
This scene caused a lot of discussion, but Jian Wuhen didn't care what others said, because he would use his own actions to silence everyone.
