As soon as Luo Qingjue left, the next challenger appeared in the killing arena.
Half a moment later, a warrior appeared.
One more person.
…
After Lin Huang took a breather from the Luo Qingjue battle, he quickly dealt with the first three games. But after three games, the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted again, and his physical condition returned to what it was before, and the injuries all over his body became more and more serious.
.
In the bloody killing arena, the young man covered in blood once again fell into a fierce battle.
Falling down again and again.
Stand up again and again.
Like a scarred evil wolf, even though it collapsed on the ground, it roared and hissed, making people frightened and fearful.
Everyone watching the battle held their breath.
Most of the people present have already made a lot of money. Only a few silly roe deer risked their lives to buy Linhuang's 100-game winning streak, so they are still worried. More people are purely watching the killing.
The brutal fighting in the field...
Watching Lin Huang keep falling.
He stood up again and again.
It was even more like seeing the stubborn character of a warrior.
As long as there is still a breath left, we must continue to fight...
There was a bang.
In the killing arena, when Lin Huang cut off his opponent's head with one palm, he fell straight down again.
Of the nine battles that followed Luo Qingjue, the first three were manageable, but for the next six, Lin Huang relied solely on the breath of his heart.
A breath of hope to live.
But this tone will eventually end.
Once it is cut off, it is too difficult to take the breath away.
The gazes of the surrounding spectators were focused on the killing arena. They seemed to be infected by Lin Huang's unyielding will. They all clenched their fists and silently cheered Lin Huang up in their hearts. They only hoped that the prime minister in the killing arena would
Unknown warriors can stand up.
Even if you die, you must die standing!
Outside the guardrail of the Killing Arena, Song Changling looked at Lin Huang who could no longer get up, rubbed his face, and then walked towards the Killing Arena with a calm and serious expression...
"Um...what's going on!"
When the giant bronze door opened and everyone looked at the green-robed Confucian scholar who appeared in the killing arena, they all murmured.
Song Changling is on the stage!
Behind the underground palace, the owner of the Sword Qi Building also looked at Song Changling in the killing arena, frowned slightly, and then glanced at the referee in the killing arena.
"The rules of the killing arena are that the strength of both challengers should be within the same realm. Lin Changsheng is the seventh level of Wuhou. You cannot challenge him unless you are in the Wuhou realm!"
In the killing arena, the fat figure of the referee reappeared. He stared at Song Chang and Ling coldly told the rules.
"oh!"
Song Changling said flatly, then ignored the referee and walked to Lin Huang and helped him up. He took off his blue robe and wiped the blood on Lin Huang's face, "No more fighting, if the second uncle
If I want to kill you, step over my body first!"
Ahem...
Lin Huang coughed twice violently, barely opened his eyes, and then pushed Song Changling away with his broken arm. His voice was extremely hoarse, "I can be killed, but I must not be insulted. I really want to live, but I can't."
Just like a dog. Out of a hundred battles, there are only eleven left. I want to win with dignity, instead of asking you to end and waste a battle!"
"You're crazy!"
Song Changling was suddenly furious, "Is it really that difficult to keep your head down? I said I can keep you, and I can! Why don't you believe me! Do you think you have won hundreds of games here and attracted the attention of all the major forces?
Can you compete with my second uncle?"
Lin Huang grinned and said, "I don't want to stand behind others... Doesn't that make me look incompetent?"
"Then you just let me watch you die in this place?"
Song Changling was furious.
Lin Huang vomited blood and smiled, "You go back, since I am determined to win a hundred games in a row, I will never give up!"
"In that case, then you fight me!"
Song Changling stared at Lin Huang with a cold expression.
"you……"
Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, then smiled silently, "I don't want to fight a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken!"
Afterwards, Lin Huang looked at the referee on the field.
The referee was very discerning at first glance. He appeared directly in front of Song Changling and said: "This is not a place for you to play. Leave the killing arena quickly. Otherwise..."
"roll!"
Song Changling's eyes suddenly became sharp.
The referee's tone paused, and his cold face turned to a hint of anger, and then he waved to the guards outside the Killing Arena, "Fork him out, and he will never enter the Killing Arena again!"
On the mainland, people who don't have the strength to tie a chicken will relatively receive preferential treatment.
If a warrior caused a killing in the arena, he might lose his life immediately.
Song Changling looked at the two guards walking into the killing arena and the referee standing in front of him. He suddenly sneered twice, waved his green sleeves and stood upright, "Isn't it the realm of Marquis Wu?
It’s just a matter of time!”
As he finished speaking, Song Changling's robe was not moving in the wind.
The green hair is rustling.
He was standing calmly with his hands behind his hands, but at a certain moment, that ordinary figure seemed to have grown three inches taller, making him look extremely tall.
"I have a breath of awe!"
Song Changling rolled up his sleeves and puffed out his thin lips.
Before he finished speaking, the dark underground palace suddenly became as bright as day.
In the killing arena, the awe-inspiring aura swept like a storm and was as dazzling as the sun.
Then, just as Song Changling exhaled and inhaled, all the awe-inspiring energy entered Song Changling's body.
A buzzing sound.
Changling of the Song Dynasty established himself in the realm of the Earth and Yuan Dynasties.
Around the underground palace, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they stared in disbelief at the scholar in blue in the killing arena.
One thought enters the earth!
How is this possible?
How could a person with no power to tie a chicken have such luck?
That is a blessing that many ordinary people cannot ask for.
Even for a genius, it will take half a year to a year at the fastest from the beginning of cultivation to the realm of Earth Yuan.
Luo Qingjue from Taiyi Martial Palace looked slightly condensed...
Even a genius like him who has heard too many legends would not be as shocked as the scene in front of him.
In the killing arena, Lin Huang saw Song Changling's realm suddenly rising, but he was not happy and became angry. He frowned and cursed: "What are you doing? Stop it! You haven't reached the state of enlightenment, and you entered the martial arts too early.
It will only damage the foundation!”
Song Changling smiled coldly, "This is not martial arts, this is scholarly spirit, this is Confucianism! And... the borrowed realm is not yours after all, so how can it hurt your foundation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changling continued to speak stubbornly:
"Thousands of miles of joyful wind, help me...to reach the blue clouds!"
Before Song Changling finished speaking, he suddenly stood up in the sky, with a majestic aura filling the underground palace. His green clothes were rustling, and his long sleeves were rolled up. He stood proudly with his hands behind his back, just like a Confucian scholar who had learned the true inheritance of the sages. He was covered with righteousness, which made Song Changling
The realm is rising steadily.
Like a blue dragon's long chant, it goes straight into the nine heavens.
Around the killing arena, everyone looked at Song Changling, who stood as powerful as the water of the sea, their eyes widened, and they almost went crazy.
Are all the warriors in the world fucking pigs?
While looking down, Changling of Song Dynasty entered the realm of Earth and Yuan.
And in less than ten breaths, the latter could actually stand in the air and directly enter the realm of Wuhou.
Wuhou, Song Changling!
Everyone around the underground palace was stunned.
Everyone is like a clay or wood sculpture.
Even the leaders of the three major forces are no exception.
They have also seen many geniuses... Tianyuan killed Wuhou, and Wuhou suppressed King Wu.
Or perhaps one thought can lead to breakthroughs in the third heaven one after another.
Some people can skyrocket in half a year!
But all of this is not as shocking as the scene in front of me.
Is that pretty boy in green clothes still a human being? From being unable to bind a chicken to the realm of Marquis of Wu, it was just a matter of chance...
This is too terrible.
Lin Huang was also stunned on the spot.
Ordinary people have to work hard to reach the realm of Wuhou, which can take as short as three years or as long as a lifetime. But you can achieve it by drinking water!
Seriously... the warriors in the world are not as good as pigs or dogs.
"Now, can I beat him?"
Song Changling stood in the sky, looking calmly at the referee below, pointing at Lin Huang, and said coldly.