At this moment, Shi Mu heard a sudden sound of wind.
“Just in time!”
Without saying anything, he lowered his body and felt a cold wind rushing past his head.
But the weight appeared behind him at some point, and activated the black figure to attack him with a black scythe.
Seeing Shi Mu dodge, the long black scythe suddenly changed its direction and slashed down from top to bottom.
However, Shi Mu turned a blind eye, and the long stick wrapped in Hunyuan True Fire in his hand was suddenly lifted from diagonally downward to somewhere behind him.
"Bang!"
As a muffled groan came, the weight was directly knocked into the air, and the blue light on the body trembled wildly, almost collapsing.
After the Ruyi Stick knocked the weight away, it followed the trend and collided with the black scythe that was less than a foot away from Shi Mu's head.
"boom"
The originally powerful black scythe melted like a cocoon when it touched the Hunyuan True Fire rising from the surface of the Ruyi Stick.
Immediately afterwards, Shi Mu used the ape climbing move to send himself high into the sky. Then he suddenly swung the long stick in his hand left and right, and used the move "Meteor to Catch the Moon". A series of stick shadows emerged in a criss-cross direction, and the bows of the left and right fell.
On the surface of the body, there was a sound of rain hitting the plantains.
"Bang" sound!
After a few wild flashes of green light that protected the entire body, the weight finally couldn't withstand the huge force of the bombardment and collapsed.
Seeing this, Shi Mu bent back like a powerful bow, holding the Ruyi iron rod tightly with both hands, swung it out from behind to in front of him, struck the goshawk on top, and hit the weight heavily.
in the middle of the abdomen.
This movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, completed in one breath in two or three breaths!
"ah!"
Hearing a scream from the mouth of the body, there was a sound of bones breaking in the body, the body sunk downwards from the abdomen, and the whole person curled up and fell down.
There was a "bang" sound.
Fu Tong's body fell heavily to the ground of the ring, gravel splashed everywhere, blood was vomited from his mouth, and he passed out directly.
When everyone in the audience saw this scene, there was a commotion.
In just the blink of an eye, the situation changed dramatically. Shi Mu, who was passively being beaten just a moment ago, in the blink of an eye, beat his opponent until he was unable to resist!
Shi Mu turned over in mid-air, and then landed smoothly on the ring not far from the weight. His golden scales were retracted, and he looked at the motionless weight on the ground with an expressionless face.
The red-browed young man flew down, checked the condition of the stone, and immediately announced the news of Shi Mu's victory.
The noise in the field grew louder, and everyone looked at Shi Mu with different expressions.
Shi Mu raised his hand towards the red-browed young man and did not take back the Ruyi iron rod. He directly put it on his shoulder and strutted towards his station No. 37.
When everyone around the ring saw this, they started talking one after another.
Many people think that Shi Mu deliberately hid his clumsiness before and never revealed his true strength. Some people think that Shi Mu's strength is actually not as good as that of Fu Tuo. His victory in this match is quite a coincidence.
Shi Mu stood on the stage and felt the gazes coming from all directions, and the look of pride on his face did not diminish at all.
There were even malicious looks from the right, so they stared back directly.
The reason why he acted like this was actually because he had just won the battle, but his physical strength and energy had been greatly depleted, and he needed a period of rest and adjustment.
At this moment, Ma Long's excited voice came to his ears:
"Brother Shi, congratulations on your victory again!"
"Oh, what are the odds for this one?"
"It's not as high as the previous two games, only one loses two. Now Brother Shi, you have a total of almost 5,400 top-quality spiritual stones! By the way, you didn't see the expression on Zhao Chenlei's face when you won just now.
Eating a fly won't make you any better. Anyone who wins by gambling with him may have the desire to kill him."
"I understand. Let's end the gambling here."
"good!"
At the gambling table not far from the arena, Ma Long took the bag of spirit stones handed over by Duan Muguang, with mixed feelings in his heart.
This time she hesitated, and instead of staking all the more than a thousand top-grade spiritual stones she had, she only symbolically staked two hundred top-grade spiritual stones.
Although I finally won four hundred spirit stones, I didn't know why at this moment, but I felt an indescribable feeling of loss.
On the left side of the arena, Shi Mu had already seen the scene at the gambling table through Cai'er's field of vision. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and with a thought, he cut off the sharing.
At the same time, on the high platform, behind the three guardians, an old man with green hair and white eyebrows gently stroked his white eyebrows and said:
"That disciple named Shi Mu must have practiced several techniques to temper his body. Otherwise, with a mere human body, he would not be able to use the Heaven-reaching Stick Technique so skillfully and skillfully."
"Haha, looking at these two battles, this guy seems to have some reservations. Maybe he can give us old guys some surprises later." Another old man with red skin and white beard and hair said.
…
Shi Mu's previous behavior indeed had a certain deterrent effect. In the following games, no one challenged him again, allowing him to have a good rest.
Since the following competitions are all contests between old disciples, both sides may be quite familiar with their opponents, and they are just having a symbolic discussion, which will stop at the end. The excitement of the competition will be greatly reduced, and the casino business will also change.
You have to become a little colder.
Just when the atmosphere at the scene became a little dull, another person stood up from the upper disciples' side, making everyone's eyes brighten.
"Disciple Zhao Jian, currently ranked ninth, wants to challenge Senior Brother Long Zhanye, who is ranked first!" Zhao Jian stood tall and said loudly.
"Someone actually challenged Long Zhanye?"
"Hey, there's something exciting to watch now!"
"Zhao Jian does have some strength, but after winning a few games, does he really think he is invincible?"
The appearance of Zhao Jian made the area around the arena boil like a pot.
At the casino, Duan Muguang, who was presiding over the gambling game, was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses and shouted excitedly:
“A wonderful start, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why don’t you come and place your bets!”
Shi Mu cast his gaze and saw Long Zhanye, a straight figure in a golden robe, stepping out from the far left side of the queue and coming to the opposite side of Zhao Jian.
"In more than a hundred years, you are the first person who dares to challenge me." Long Zhanye said coldly.
"Then I will be the first person to defeat you in this arena in more than a hundred years." Zhao Jian said calmly.
"Hmph! That's not a small tone. Now let me learn your Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique!" Long Zhanye said with a cold snort.
As soon as he said this, the golden light around him suddenly brightened, and golden scales the size of thumbnails turned out layer by layer, covering him from top to bottom.
The golden scales matched the golden robes on his body, and coupled with the aura of murder that was hard to conceal, he looked like a golden-armored god of war, unrivaled in majesty.
As soon as the golden scales covered his body, Long Zhanye held his right hand in the air, and a golden dragon-headed sword was held in his palm.
I saw him holding the dragon-headed golden sword with one hand, holding it upright in front of him, pulling it with the other hand continuously, kneading a few magic formulas, silently reciting a few obscure spells, and then pressed hard on the blade.
superior.
"Ouch..."
A dragon roar sounded, and the light on the golden sword twisted. The blade suddenly lengthened, and turned into a small golden dragon that was more than six feet long.
But I saw its limbs and golden claws constantly stirring in the air, with billowing clouds, winding towards Zhao Jian.
When Zhao Jian saw this, his expression remained unchanged. He neither picked up the giant ax and went to fight, nor retreated to dodge. He just stood there motionless.
On the left side of the arena, Shi Mu took a closer look and found that Zhao Jian's pupils had turned extremely blue at this moment, and an invisible ripple was rippling in the void in front of him.
The long golden dragon rushed into the invisible ripples, and its body suddenly stagnated, as if it had been frozen instantly, hovering in mid-air.
Not only the long golden dragon, but also the dragon battle field behind the golden dragon was frozen in place.
Countless slender white threads emerged from the void around Long Zhanye and wound around his body.
He only felt an invisible pressure coming from his whole body, but it became extremely difficult for him to move his fingers.
Zhao Jian held the ax in one hand, took one step forward, and came directly to the golden dragon as if he ignored the distance.
He glanced sideways at Jin Long, but didn't make any extra moves. He just took another step forward and came to Long Zhanye's side.
He glanced coldly at Long Zhanye's neck, then directly raised the purple giant ax and slashed towards it.
Everyone under the ring was shocked when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but scream in surprise.
But the red-browed young man stood on the sidelines with a calm expression, showing no intention of stopping him.
At this moment, I saw a sudden golden light in Long Zhanye's eyes. The golden dragon who was imprisoned in mid-air suddenly turned his eyes and escaped from the trap. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden flame, which went straight towards Empress Zhao Jian.
Heart.
Zhao Jian frowned slightly, and quickly retracted the hand holding the axe, barely blocking the golden flame, but his body was blown away by the huge impact of the golden flame.
The golden dragon succeeded with one blow, but did not continue to pursue. Instead, he twisted his body in the air and rushed directly towards the dragon field.
At the same time, Long Zhanye's body seemed to be on fire, releasing a large surging golden light.
The golden dragon raised its head and roared, twisted its body, and rushed straight into the dazzling golden light.
"Boom!"
There was a roar above the arena.
Shi Mu saw the golden light suddenly shake, and countless thin white lines break into countless pieces and disappear into the void.
"Ouch..."
There was a sound of dragon roar in mid-air that shook the whole sky, and everyone saw a huge golden dragon claw covered with golden scales protruding from the surging golden light.
Immediately afterwards, a golden dragon that was more than ten feet long flew out from the golden light and hovered in the air. (To be continued.)