In the dark underground palace, Vice Hall Master Qiu's eyes froze slightly, and then he nodded slightly, his voice as cold as ever, "In that case, you will fight on behalf of Shenji Palace. If you win, we will talk about other things."
Lin Huang nodded calmly, and then moved his gaze to the killing arena.
At this moment, the two warriors who were originally facing each other collapsed on the ground, with wounds all over their bodies, and the flowing blood almost dyed the entire killing arena red.
The long sword radiating coldness in the hand of the warrior in sackcloth has broken.
The giant python behind the black-clothed warrior was also cut into three pieces.
The outcome depends on which of the two has enough perseverance to stand up first.
"What do you think of this one?"
Vice Hall Master Qiu looked at the killing arena and casually asked Lin Huang beside him.
"The one who holds the knife has perseverance, but lacks combat experience. If he can survive for a year in the killing arena, his strength will undergo earth-shaking changes."
"That's a bit much!"
Vice Hall Master Qiu frowned.
Lin Huang pursed his lips and chuckled, not saying much. As for his understanding of sword skills, Lin Huang believed that few people below the level of a martial saint could reach his level.
Since Deputy Hall Master Qiu didn't believe it, he didn't bother to say more.
In the underground palace, looking at the two fighting sides lying across the fighting arena, the warriors watching the battle all around stood up and their shouts were deafening.
After all, they poured spiritual stones into these two people.
Whoever can stand up first will decide whether they will lose everything or make a lot of money.
Finally, the warrior in sackcloth holding a broken sword stood up unsteadily. Looking at the warrior in black who was still struggling on the ground, a smile of victory appeared on his blood-covered face.
Around the underground palace, there were curses and shouts.
The warrior who was still lying on the ground not only did not receive any comfort, but was instead ridiculed by a group of people, and all the harsh and cruel words fell on him.
Vice Hall Master Qiu withdrew his gaze indifferently, "The next match is a competition between our Ji Temple and Longyuan Pavilion. The opponent is a warrior of the seventh level of Wuhou, with fierce marksmanship. He once even connected with a Wuhou in Jianqi Pavilion.
I have killed all the warriors in the eighth heaven, I hope you will not disappoint me."
Lin Huang nodded and smiled, then stood up immediately, "If I were you, I would raise the bet immediately."
Afterwards, Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the killing arena.
Boom.
After the two people in the killing arena were dragged away, a harsh drum beat sounded in the arena, attracting everyone's attention.
A wealthy middle-aged man in a blue robe appeared in the killing arena. The latter looked at the spectators around him, hugged his belly, and said: "The next match is between Shenji Palace and Longyuan Pavilion! Shenji Palace
The participant in the battle is a new face, and the odds are one to one! The old rules are that you can place bets as much as you like before the game!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, whispers suddenly sounded all around. Most people shook their heads and didn't think much of the newcomer sent by Shenji Palace.
In this killing arena, every battle is a matter of life and death.
The average warrior needs to go through at least ten fights before he can barely transform from a novice to a veteran.
And 90% of the warriors who entered the killing arena were killed directly before they had survived ten battles...
Moreover, although the person sent by Longyuan Pavilion this time is not very famous, he is also an authentic seventh-level warrior of Wuhou. Zeng Jin even assassinated the eighth-level warrior of Jianqi Tower with one shot.
The Shenji Temple was already in decline, but now that a newcomer was sent to fight, it seemed that this match was about to be given up.
In the underground palace, most people shook their heads and placed their bets on Longyuan Pavilion. Those who placed bets on Linhuang were all stupid young people, or some people who wanted to get rich overnight.
Outside the killing arena, Vice Hall Master Qiu of the Shenji Palace looked down. After a moment of concentration, he ordered the younger brother beside him, "Add 30,000 spirit stones and buy the Shenji Palace to win."
As the second drum sounded in the field, the warriors from Linhuang and Longyuan Pavilion walked out of the two bronze gates and appeared in the killing arena.
The other party is a strong-bodied young man in Tsing Yi.
Mo looked to be about twenty-five years old and had a long scar on his face, probably from a previous battle.
The scarred young man was also looking at Lin Huang at this moment, with a calm expression, and the light in his eyes was like an evil tiger ready to fight at any time. Even if the opponent is a newcomer, he will kill him quickly.
The first thing he understands about being able to survive in the killing arena till now is that he must never underestimate the enemy.
Even if your opponent is just an ant.
"The fighting begins!"
Following the referee's order, the bronze gates on both sides of the killing arena suddenly fell, turning the entire killing arena into a cage.
The moment the referee finished speaking, the warrior from Longyuan Pavilion rushed toward Lin Huang like a fierce tiger.
All he had to do was to completely kill this stupid young man before he could react.
In the brightly lit killing arena, Lin Huang looked at the warriors charging towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he slashed down with one hand.
In the blink of an eye.
In the killing arena, a sword flashed out, like a bright moon, passing over the killing arena.
The warrior who was charging toward Lin Huang suddenly stopped where he was, with the tip of his gun three inches away from Lin Huang's throat.
Everyone around the killing arena, rubbing their hands and preparing to watch a battle, suddenly froze when they looked at the strange scene in front of them.
Not far away, Vice Hall Master Qiu of Shenji Hall and the person in charge of Longyuan Pavilion all stood up.
There was a bang.
In the killing arena, the warrior from Longyuan Pavilion suddenly fell to the ground.
The body was broken into two pieces.
Lin Huang looked at the corpse in front of him and gently rolled up his sleeves without any expression on his face.
After a brief silence appeared in the air, a loud noise suddenly broke out. While everyone was shocked, they started yelling at Lin Huang.
In this underground palace, few people bet on Lin Huang.
As soon as Lin Huang took action, they lost all their money.
Vice Hall Master Qiu's eyes, which had always looked gloomy, turned slightly, seeming to have a glimmer of light, and he felt a little regretful that he had placed less bets just now.
The person in charge of Longyuan Pavilion stared at Lin Huang with sharp eyes. Although he had lost a lot of money just now, he didn't pay much attention to it. What really made him care about was the young man in white clothes and big sleeves below, Ru Qingsong.
Standing tall, there is a hint of chicness.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who is good at fighting.
It happened that he killed a person of the same level instantly with one move.
"The next person appears, no matter who his opponent is, bet on him to win, and bet 500,000 spiritual stones at a time!"
The person in charge of Longyuan Pavilion ordered the disciples beside him, and then sat back on the throne, but his eyes never left Lin Huang.
In the killing arena, after Lin Huangzhen killed the opponent, he did not leave. Instead, he turned to look back at Vice Hall Master Qiu and said calmly: "I will take over all the battles in the Shenji Palace tonight by myself!"
Vice Hall Master Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded after a slight hesitation.