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Chapter two hundred and thirty seventh: the fight

"A fight?"

Niu Xiaosheng looked at Liu Yu with some uncertainty.

"Yes, it's fun. The most important thing is that you can make a lot of money. Yesterday I only played three games and made nine yuan."

Liu Yu's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Niu Xiaosheng eagerly.

"Then let's go."

Niu Xiaosheng nodded.

On the way, Liu Yu chattered to Niu Xiaosheng to teach him the rules of the ring, and asked him to come off and have some fun too.

There are many places to have fun on the ferry, such as hook bars, casinos, and animal fighting. The fighting Liu Yu calls is actually a trial platform. You can get a certain amount of yuan for every win, which attracts many practitioners to come here.

join.

After the three of them arrived here, Liu Yu skillfully paid the deposit and asked the steward here to arrange their opponents.

"I'll come first. Junior Brother Xiao Sheng, you first see how I fight, and then you go on stage."

After she finished speaking, she jumped lightly and floated towards the arena about ten meters away. After soul cultivation reaches the state of controlling objects, she can control not only objects but also people.

Not long after Liu Yu stood on the ring, a figure slowly walked out from the opposite entrance. This was a dark-skinned old man, but he didn't expect that he would come up to fight at such an old age.

"Oh, it turns out to be a little girl. You are so lucky."

After the old man came on stage, he showed a playful smile that did not match his age. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the fullness of Liu Yu's chest.

Although Liu Yu seemed very approachable in front of Niu Xiaosheng, she had always been honest with strangers. At this time, her face was as cold as ice. As the referee announced the start, the long sword in her hand was immediately unsheathed.

The next moment, a bright white light flashed in everyone's eyes, instantly piercing the old man opposite.

The Soul Cultivation Flying Sword was already famous for its speed and great power. Niu Xiaosheng's eyes widened and he realized that he could not catch the trajectory of the flying sword at all.

too fast!

His mind was slightly moved, is this the soul cultivation of the realm of controlling objects?

"Oh my God, it hurts me so much. The little girl is so vicious!"

The old man covered his thigh, blood was flowing out. If he had escaped a little later, the consequences would have been disastrous.

After missing a hit, Liu Yu changed his mind and shot the flying sword in the air towards the old man again.

When the old man saw this, he covered his lower body with both hands, his muscles suddenly swelled, his whole body became stronger, his dark skin turned golden, and he rushed towards Liu Yu's place.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The flying swords surrounded the old man and stabbed his body continuously. Every time they stabbed, they made the sound of gold and iron clashing, and sparks popped out, but they were unable to break through the defense of the golden muscles.

Looking at the old man who was about to rush in front of him, Liu Yu jumped slightly and his whole body floated up in the air.

"call out!"

The old man seemed to have known Liu Yu would do such a thing for a long time. The moment she jumped up, he suddenly waved his hand and threw a flying knife.

Under the full force of a third-level martial artist, the flying knife thrown was not much slower than Liu Yu's flying sword. In addition, the distance was shorter, so she had no time to dodge at this time.

Just when the flying knife was about to hit Liu Yu's body, a small diamond-shaped silver shield suddenly appeared and deflected the flying knife.

At this moment, the old man's body like a black bear appeared below Liu Yu, and he stretched out his big hands to grab her feet. The old man was very experienced in fighting, and the flying knives he threw were just to distract his opponent.

Tools, but the real killer move is oneself.

The physical body of a soul cultivator is much weaker than that of a martial cultivator. Once approached, if there is no magic weapon to protect the body or if one dodges, he will be beaten to a pulp in an instant.

"Little girl, you can't run away!"

A ferocious smile appeared on the old man's sinewy face.

Liu Yu's expression remained unchanged, and fiery red lines suddenly appeared on the long boots under his feet. The next moment, "Boom!"

A pillar of scorching fire shot out from the sole of the boot. The old man had no way to borrow strength in the air, and was directly hit on the head by the pillar of fire. The powerful jet force shot him from mid-air into the ground.

At the same time, the spirit pattern indicated by the flying sword also lit up. The long sword that originally looked ordinary suddenly exuded extremely sharp sword energy. Even from a distance of tens of meters, Niu Xiaosheng could feel it coming from his skin.

A dull sting.

"Winner, Liu Yu!"

Before the flying sword could be fired, the referee suddenly announced the result.

It turns out that the old man's golden muscles have a time limit. Once the time is up, they will naturally return to their original shape. Without the support of this martial art, the pillar of fire alone has made him lose the ability to fight again.

On the ring, Liu Yu landed lightly on the ground. Not far away, the old man was lying there, his whole body charred and black. If he hadn't been a martial artist with tenacious vitality, he might have died.

Liu Yu then played three more games in a row, relying on the magical weapons on his body to defeat his opponents without any danger. It was not until he met his fourth opponent that he regretfully lost one game.

"What a pity. I almost won by just a little bit."

After stepping down, Liu Yu was still a little aggrieved. Her opponent, like her, was a soul cultivator in the middle stage of the Third Realm, but his opponent's magic weapon was slightly stronger than hers.

Although they lost the fourth game, they still made seven yuan. Although the opponents were all of the same level, the rewarded yuan was slightly different depending on the opponent.

Just like the old man in the first game, he is a martial artist in the late stage of the third realm, so after winning, he can get one more yuan.

She pinched the money bag, turned to look at Niu Xiaosheng, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Xiaosheng, do you want to come down and give it a try?"

Niu Xiaosheng nodded. After watching Liu Yu's fight, his blood was boiling and his aggressive factor had been induced.

After paying two yuan, Niu Xiaosheng also walked onto the stage. He was not as elegant as Liu Yu when he appeared. As a second-level warrior, he could only walk up the stairs down-to-earth.

On the other side, a young man wearing a Taoist robe jumped onto the ring lightly.

"Yuan Chenzi, please give me some advice!"

The young Taoist priest slapped Niu Xiaosheng with a serious face.

Niu Xiaosheng's eyelids twitched slightly. In the field of vision of his left eye, the young Taoist priest was shrouded in a ball of colorful light. This guy was even more outrageous than Liu Yu, with magical weapons all over his body.

This is a showdown between kryptonians and micro-kryptonians.

When the referee announced the start, Niu Xiaosheng took the lead and rushed towards the young Taoist priest.

Seeing the opponent rushing over quickly, the Taoist priest showed a hint of nervousness on his face, and immediately took out a talisman, which instantly inspired him.

The next moment, a golden palace wall blocked him.

"Oh no, Junior Brother Little Saint is probably going to lose!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Jian frowned.

Liu Yu's face was also a little ugly, and he was a little heartbroken, "Which sect is this Niubi a disciple of? It's just a fight. Even a talisman of this level has been used. It's such a waste. How many games do you have to win to make money back?"

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