At this time, on the ring, as the gong sounded, the two strong men suddenly launched attacks on each other.
The two men were full of murderous intent, and their swords and spears were each fierce. The swords were as powerful as the swords, and the guns were fierce as the spears. When the swords and guns touched each other, flames shot out.
"As expected of the Demon Spear User, even though the Sword King's attacks were extremely fierce, they were all neutralized one by one," someone commented.
"There has been a saying since ancient times. It is said that one inch is long and one inch is strong. The power of a spear naturally has its own reason. Without ten moves, the sword king will be defeated." Another person also agreed.
Han Sanqian didn't speak, just stared at the situation on the field.
Although the gun user does have an advantage over the weapon, it is not enough for him to maintain an absolute advantage in the duel. The reason why he is able to do this is actually due to the stability of his footwork.
The spear comes out like a dragon, and the feet are like stepping on the eight trigrams.
Let alone ten moves, within three moves, the Sword King will be defeated without a doubt.
It is said that the first bird is shot with a gun, and those who rush forward are often half-empty things. But judging from the current swordsman, this city is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.
Even if it is half filled with water, it is actually quite powerful.
And almost at the same time that Han Sanqian was thinking, the gunman on the stage used his spear to turn his horse back, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at the knife wielder's throat. The winner was decided.
Almost at the same time, the etiquette officer on the side also took out a piece of incense about the thickness of a thumb, lit it, and slowly brought it up.
According to the regulations, if the incense burns out and no one else steps up to challenge, naturally, the shooter will be the new king of the ring.
However, with such rules and so many people, how could it be so easy?
Almost before the defeated swordsman stepped off the stage, another strong man was already holding a giant ax and rushed directly onto the stage.
However, just like what Han Sanqian saw, the shooter used his marksmanship and footwork to directly knock him off the ring in just a few rounds. He suddenly took the lead amidst the exclamations, and even Zhu Yanshuo and Zhu Yanshuo in the stands.
Zhu Yan'er beside the ring couldn't help but nod her head.
Han Sanqian smiled softly, and at this moment, he accidentally glanced at the white-faced scholar standing next to him.
This man is holding a folding fan, looking at the scenery on the stage leisurely and contentedly, his eyes are full of pride and pride, and he looks quite successful.
Sure enough, almost in the next second, the scholar moved his feet and flew directly over.
"Hehe, the Ghost Faced One is on stage. Now there's a good show."
The people around him nodded repeatedly: "Who can say otherwise? This ghost-faced man seems to be polite, and even if he doesn't listen to a few words, he can be said to be powerless, but in fact, he is a ruthless person.
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"The so-called ghost face means that he looks like a human, but his face is as scary as a ghost."
A group of people were talking eloquently and seemed to have a lot of confidence in this person.
Sure enough, after the scholar came on stage, not long after, the two gunmen who had been fighting were knocked away. At the same time, the scholar's fragrance was rekindled on the stage.
And as the ceremony official announced his victory, for a while, the ring was no longer as noisy as before, and many people who wanted to have sex were looking at each other.
Obviously, big goods should be on the market, and many people simply don’t dare to jump on it rashly.
Han Sanqian smiled softly, and while the group of people were all stunned at this moment, he was finally able to find some gaps in the extremely crowded crowd. Then, through these gaps, Han Sanqian weaved in and slowly walked towards
The arena.
"Is there no one left?"
On the stand, the ghost-faced scholar calmly closed his fan and looked around at the tens of thousands of people below.
He was very happy. At least the crowd was a little excited at this time, but after all, no one dared to come on stage. This at least showed that his prestige was sufficient.
As a well-known disciple of Gailuocheng, he has this kind of self-confidence. Naturally, it is not because he is inflated, but because he has his own special skills, especially the folding fan in his hand. Although it looks ordinary, it is actually full of killing moves in his hands.
He has been around in the martial arts world for many years, but there are very few people who can take ten moves with this fan.
Not to mention, the Ghost Faced Man also has his very good internal strength and evil skills.
I dare not say that this position in the arena is within reach, but Ghost Facer believes that he is definitely the most powerful competitor.
"One third of the incense has been burned, is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" the ceremony officer urged gently at this time.
"Let me give it a try." A voice responded suddenly...
