Eight hundred and fifteenth chapter five-game winning streak
Bai Zuxiang looked at the guy opposite, and the old god looked at himself without looking at himself. The anger in his heart became more and more vigorous. What kind of thing?
Immediately reaching out, a flame appeared in his hands, and quickly formed a burning sword, even if it was across the space, you could feel the amazing calories above.
"Lin Huoge's exercises, the power is really amazing!"
"I have never seen these moves!"
"Look at his dull look, it should be scared!"
"I really don't know, how did this beat Brother Zhong?"
Not everyone agrees with their views. For example, a strong person like Lin Zhen can see that Sun Xu is in a very good state now, and it can be said that it is extremely relaxed.
The opponent is not a powerful monk in Cheng Ding, but just a rabbit with harmless humans and animals.
Sun Xu raised his head, glanced at Bai Zuxiang indifferently, and made a hand in the air with one hand. A sword light flashed, and it turned out to be a virtual shadow like a ghost.
Bai Zuxiang roared, and the burning flame became a huge fireball, covering him completely in the middle.
Immediately after the fireball expanded to 100 meters, Sun Xu was trapped inside, and it looked prestigious.
The following people shouted together, and then the fireballs were scattered. The elements of the fire spread, and in the spark, Sun Xu of the moon white robe, with a light smile.
A silver sword, hovering on his head, entering the sword box on his back.
Person, Zhuo Er is extraordinary, as if he came out of the painting, even if he was an enemy, he couldn't help it.
Behind Bai Zuxiang's body, the watched watching Sun Xu left the space, and then planted on the ground.
As for his life and death, few people care about it. Most of the monks are angry at him. He is a waste, and even a small world who comes from a small world can't fight.
Naturally, the peripheral of gambling is indispensable. Although the hosted by the martial arts conference does not advocate this, it has been repeatedly banned every time, resulting in heavy losses.
Later, Tianji Pavilion learned well and simply opened it by itself. Even if it was a winning money, it could be used as a bonus or the like.
The news about Sun Xu was also began to ferment under certain conscious control.
Slandering Sun Xu is on the one hand, and on the other hand, there are countless people who have pressed Bai Zuxiang, and they have lost them.
The King of Zhenyi will not give up this opportunity. Anyway, it is to make money by the young master. At first, in order to avoid being discovered, he will press less.
It was found later that many people lost hundreds of thousands, and even millions of Sun Xu lost, and they followed the same number of Sun Xu to win.
It's okay now, the hundreds of millions of spirits are profitable, and the Jiuzhong Mountains do not have tax payment. You only need to give the Tiansi Pavilion. One -tenth of the principal is used as a cost. It can be said that it is profitable.
Even Lin Zhen made a small profit. At this moment, he was discussing with Sun Xu: "Master Sun, I think you should play a few more rounds with Bai Zuxiang this time!"
"Why do you say that?"
"In the next game, I am afraid that the odds are not so high!" Lin Zhen's face was regretful.
In fact, the organizer still specially picked up a pretty good opponent for Sun Xu. He thought that he could support several rounds, or the killing was difficult to solve. He did not expect to be killed and gave people a background board.
Tianji Pavilion, the monk responsible for this game, is also full of sadness.
They can know some things in advance and control some things, but like things after entering the ring, they are completely uncontrollable, sadness.
Just in this round, more than 200,000 people will be eliminated, and the remaining 200,000 people will continue to participate. The next round will be compared, and there is no rest time.
Now that the first round is over, the second round of the game has begun at the same time. Tomorrow will be Sun Xu's second game.
It will not enter the formal knockout until the remaining 10,000 people will enter.
At that time, the difficulty will be a lot of big now, and Sun Xu is not proud. He is the reincarnation of the Emperor. If he cannot defeat a monk of Cheng Ding, it is a joke.
The opponent does not know yet. Perhaps it is already winning in the first round, or it may be being killed.
No matter who it is, for Sun Xu, the only thing to do is to defeat the opponent.
By the time at night, the first round of the end was over. All the monks under the Dingjing realm were eliminated except Sun Xu. It was just this day, hundreds of deaths, and thousands of people who were seriously injured.
It's so cruel.
Sun Xu's reputation also louder again. This time, with his strength, he killed Bai Zuxiang in a spike. Although the strength of this guy is not strong, he is also a monk in the middle of Cheng Ding.
Many people's hearts are covered with a shadow, and this guy seems to be really a bit of ability.
Of course, there are still many people who are promoting. Bai Zuxiang is careless. It is too proud and looking at Sun Xu, so he was killed directly by Sun Xu to the magic weapon.
Similar remarks, the market is still there, but the fools who believe have become less.
A Bai Zuxiang has been dead, and no one wants to be the second fool.
The next day, when Sun Xu's turn, there were more people who came to see, and even exceeded the characters of no one. There was the first monk who had the first time in history to get such a great attention.
It was a group of people of the emperor and god of Jiuzhong Temple. They didn't care about it at all. They hadn't seen it once. They went to visit relatives and friends every day, chatted with bragging, and they were happy.
Of course, there is also the King of Zhenyi, how to make money, but unfortunately this time the odds have fallen a lot, and there are more people who cast the young master, making him unable to disappoint.
"You're right. Your young master is so confident that you don't look at it?" The friend of the King of the God of God was also a goddess, and he was very curious about Sun Xu.
"Of course, the young master's game still uses it? It must be a victory again!" The king of the God of God answered with confidence.
The words had just fallen, and the news from the maid came out. The young master of the Jiuzhong Temple fell off a opponent in the middle of Cheng Ding in a second.
Outside the field, the monk who had just been defeated by Sun Xu had already found him with excitement: "Brother Sun, I said you must be awesome, they can't!"
I look like your fans, making Sun Xu feel a little speechless. I haven't started to move around?
Five days later, Sun Xu took the clamor of Cheng Ding's later monk, and he became a serious injury. He walked down the platform and didn't look at it.
No worry, the other party would stand up and give him a sudden.
Five consecutive victories, every time is a trick to kill the opponent. It is nothing more than looking at the other party's performance. It determines that you have no damage, or you are seriously injured, or even died directly on the spot.