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Chapter 48 One move

Sitting on the waiting table, Chen Zong looked forward and clearly saw the battle on the Baizhan Arena.

At this time, the two parties fighting on the Baizhan Arena were one holding a sword and the other using a spear. Both of them were at the eighth level of the True Martial Realm. They were between equals. The outcome would depend on their respective martial arts attainments and power.

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The sword light is brilliant, like a folding fan opening, and the heavy sword shadows are superimposed into a sword that cuts through the air.

"Black Ice Spear!" The gun warrior let out a low cry. He held the gun with both hands and shook it. The gun body rotated at high speed in an instant. All the power was poured into the tip of the gun through the rotation. The tip of the gun emitted an astonishing cold light, like

Made of tens of thousands of years of ice, it stabs out with astonishing power.

One shot was like an ice-cold dragon emerging from the abyss, its momentum was astonishing.

The sword light shattered, and the spear tip pierced the sword body. A terrible force exploded, causing the sword body to bend. The warrior holding the sword used force a second time. The sword body trembled, and a powerful force burst out to rebound the spear tip, and the sword body became more powerful.

Take advantage of the situation and cut it down.

The spear was suddenly raised, and then smashed down fiercely, causing an astonishing sound of wind and thunder.

The weapons used by the two men are all standard weapons provided by Bai Zhan Arena. They have sufficient hardness and toughness, but do not have other powers. It is also stipulated that in Bai Zhan Arena, no power other than one's own, such as the use of pseudo-spiritual weapons, is allowed.

Strength or taking elixirs to temporarily enhance strength, etc.

This kind of competition seems relatively fair.

One shot fell, the long sword exploded, he rushed forward, his shoulder hit the opponent's chest hard, knocking the opponent backwards and retreated, and another shot trembled with a heavy gun shadow and stabbed him out.

Guns and guns followed, knocking the sword-wielding warrior off the ring and slightly injuring him.

"No. 17 wins, No. 18 takes the stage." A loud voice came from Baizhan Tower.

In a battle in the Hundred Battles Arena, there is no time to recover strength after victory, and you cannot take elixirs. Otherwise, what is the point? It just goes on one after another, and if you lose, you lose.

Moreover, Baizhanlou will only announce the name of the winner after winning ten consecutive victories. If he cannot win ten consecutive victories, who will care what his name is.

Chen Zong looked at his wooden sign. The number on it was No. 30.

No. 18 was sitting in the waiting room at this time. After hearing the loud voice, he stood up, first took out a big knife from the weapon rack next to him, jumped up, and flew over like a big bird.

Thousands of meters later, he finally landed on the Hundred Battle Arena.

As soon as his footsteps touched the ground, his toes touched the ground of the ring. Power burst out and he leaped high into the air. Holding the sword in both hands, his real power poured out, and it burst out with an astonishing red color, slashing it down like a burning fire.

With a flick of the spear, a cold light shot through the sky, like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

The two warriors tried their best to fight for the victory.

In the end, the gun-wielding warrior won again and achieved a second consecutive victory, but immediately the 19th came on the scene to fight.

When someone goes to fight, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will not stay in the waiting area. However, the number of people in the waiting area does not decrease, but increases, because people continue to sign up to participate in the challenge.

At this time, a cold breath filled the air, as if a dark wind was coming, making everyone look back and their expressions changed.

I saw a young man in black walking towards him with a cold face and his hands behind his back. He had an appearance and aura that did not allow strangers to approach him. His eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife. When he passed by, it made people feel as if they had been scratched by an invisible blade.

"It's Mo Sen."

"Here he comes again."

A low voice sounded, and Chen Zong's heart moved slightly. When he just stepped into Baizhan City, he heard a lot of people talking, and one of them mentioned Mo Sen.

It has won ten consecutive victories and has hidden a lot of strength.

Chen Zong could tell at a glance that Mo Sen's cultivation level was the limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, but it was a bit obscure. It is estimated that people who are not as good as him would have a hard time seeing his cultivation level clearly. As for his combat power, it was impossible to determine, but according to Chen Zong

Based on my guess, this person's combat power should not be lower than two stars.

Mo Sen was cold and arrogant, paying no attention to others. He sat down alone and looked forward.

"Ancient Bell Garden."

"Gu Zhongyuan is here too."

"Now it's interesting. Which one is Gu Zhongyuan's 30th consecutive victory, or Mo Sen's 20th consecutive victory?"

A young man with a slight smile strode into the waiting room. He looked ordinary, but wore a thick chain around his neck. The chain was made of egg-sized black balls that collided as he walked.

, making a crisp impact sound.

Although Gu Zhongyuan didn't look as cold and arrogant as Mo Sen, he didn't pay attention to anyone when he entered the waiting area. He just glanced at Mo Sen's face and found a seat to sit down.

The cultivation base of Gu Zhongyuan is not low either. It is also at the limit of the ninth level of Zhenwu Realm, and its combat power is unknown.

In the Hundred Battles Arena, the winner between No. 17 and No. 19 is determined. No. 19 is the winner with superior skills, and No. 20 immediately takes the stage.

Then, No. 20 defeated No. 19 and became the champion instead, meeting the challenge of No. 21.

Number twenty-two!

Number twenty-three!

Number twenty-four!

One after another he has entered the 100-fight arena, and so far, the longest winning streak is three games.

Soon, number 29 will appear.

Number 29 was the man who mocked Chen Zong before, and he landed on the Baizhan Arena with a long knife in his hand.

"You are no match for me, just get out of here." No. 29 grinned, his foul mouth was annoying.

"We won't know until we get a fight." No. 27 frowned slightly, then replied lukewarmly.

"I'll finish you off with one strike." No. 29 laughed wildly and slashed through the air with his long sword. His cultivation at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm made the sword even more powerful, which doubled the pressure on No. 27 and changed his expression.

Sure enough, as No. 29 said, with just one strike, No. 27 was knocked away and the weapon in his hand flew out. He was no match at all.

"Hahahaha, I said, you are no match for me, one knife is enough." The No. 29 long knife was put back on his shoulder, laughing endlessly.

If you lose, you lose. Although you are not willing to accept it, you have no choice but to leave on the 27th.

"Win on the 29th, come on the 30th." As the voice from Baizhan Tower rang, Chen Zong also stood up, walked to the weapon rack, glanced over, and pulled out a weapon of inappropriate weight.

Long sword.

The figure floated gently, as if it was weightless. It floated forward, as light as a wisp of floating catkins, but very fast, and landed on the Baizhan Arena.

"So it's you, get out of here or let me chop you down with my knife." No. 29 showed a hint of disdain when he saw Chen Zong and sneered coldly.

Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, his face was light and calm, but he was just a person at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm. Although his cultivation was similar to his own, the gap in combat power was as big as the sky.

In this way, you can only show off your rhetoric.

The long sword passed through the air, very slowly, but in fact it was extremely fast, and the sword cut through the air.

No. 29's complexion changed, and he immediately swung his sword, and countless sword lights were raging like a storm, killing him suddenly.

But the sword light was directly defeated by Chen Zong's understatement of the sword. It drove straight forward like a broken bamboo, and nothing could resist Chen Zong's sword.

The unopened point directly hit No. 29's chest. Terrible power burst out and pushed forward heavily. No. 29's expression suddenly changed, and his face was filled with pain. He tried his best to stop himself, but was helpless.

Sliding back and falling from the Baizhan Arena.

"So strong!"

"He actually defeated a person at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm with just one sword. This person's combat power reaches at least two stars."

At the waiting table, everyone waiting for the battle was startled, while Mo Sen and Gu Zhongyuan's eyes lit up slightly as they stared at Chen Zong.

It is not difficult for them to defeat ordinary ninth level peak warriors of the True Martial Realm with one move.

From this alone, it is not possible to tell how strong Chen Zong is, but it has aroused their interest and may become a rival.

The warriors who come to participate in the Hundred Battles Arena are not only here for the rewards, but also to compete with other warriors to hone themselves. However, if the opponent is too weak and easily defeated, there will be no training at all.

As a result, only opponents with similar strength or stronger than yourself can bring you a sharpening effect.

There are several old men watching the battle on the Baizhan Tower. They are all members of the Baizhan Tower.

"Not bad strength."

"Well, I have the ability to win ten consecutive victories."

Ten consecutive victories is the most common in the Baizhan Arena, and the reward is nothing to Baizhan Tower. After all, Baizhan Tower can earn a lot of spirit shells every day, even if there are several people in one day.

After winning ten consecutive games, the spirit shells as a reward are only part of the income.

Moreover, the more people who have a winning streak, to some extent it will expand the reputation of the Hundred Battle Arena and attract more people to watch or participate.

On the 31st, he saw Chen Zong's strength, so when facing Chen Zong, he unconsciously felt weak.

Once his momentum was lost, it was even more impossible to fight. Chen Zong just swung his sword, and No. 31 fell out of the Hundred Battle Arena. Fortunately, Chen Zong had a measured attack, and the opponent was only slightly injured.

If you switch to some warriors with more ruthless methods, they will often severely injure their opponents. This is because the Baizhan Arena has regulations not to kill people, otherwise there is no telling how many people will die.

Then No. 32 came on stage.

The actual age of No. 32 is over forty years old. His cultivation is at the ninth level of Zhenwu Realm, but his aura is very powerful, which is a bit stronger than the ordinary ninth level of Zhenwu Realm.

"Please enlighten me." No. 32 is very calm. His weapons are two palms. It can be seen that his palms are thicker than ordinary people, like two small millstones, full of a heavy sense of power.

Chen Zong swung his sword again. The lightness of the sword contained domineering power. No. 32 roared and waved his palms with all his strength, displaying a proud palm technique. His palms seemed to

It expanded like a huge millstone, containing terrible and heavy power, and blasted out fiercely.

The rumbling sound echoed in all directions.

But the sword light flashed by, and all the momentum stopped. The palms, which were like huge millstones, were also chopped open under the sword light, and dissipated like smoke blown by the wind.

The remaining power of the sword light was not gone, and it struck No. 32 directly on the chest with lightning speed. The real power of the body protection was shattered in an instant. With a bang, No. 32 flew upside down uncontrollably.

Enter the arena of hundreds of battles.


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