With the gold content of the Holy War Platform battle, it is very rare for a strong man to win seven consecutive victories twice in one day.
"It's so powerful! Wei Wuchen is the most powerful person in Fengyun Sect. He became a master of Xuanmen as early as eleven years ago, but he can't even block one of his palms."
"Did this person use some kind of medicine or magic weapon to deliberately hide his original cultivation level and lure everyone to the stage to challenge him? If not, how could he be so powerful?"
"Jian Yingyu is recognized as the number one golden elixir in the Great Sage World for thousands of years. Could it be that his talent is higher than that of Jian Yingyu? I am not optimistic about it."
"It has been seven consecutive victories. According to this momentum, if he wins three more games, this boy will really win ten consecutive games..."
Some people who were accustomed to badmouthing challengers rarely spoke up when they heard such words.
Even a blind person can see that after winning seven games in a row, the young man on the stage is still far from exerting his full strength and has a lot of energy left.
No one knows what the upper limit of this young man is.
There were countless people with sad faces. Before they placed their bets, they were not optimistic about this strange boy at all. They basically bought within seven consecutive wins, and now they have lost all.
Even Feng Piaoxue couldn't help but praise: "It's so beautiful! This palm is really unpredictable and hard to guard against. I really don't know where he learned such a wonderful method!"
Yang Ku glanced at her meaningfully and said leisurely: "He? Who is he? Why didn't you mention his name?"
Feng Piaoxue's pretty face turned red, and then she realized that, from some unknown time, she had always used this third person to refer to someone. His name seemed to be embarrassing, and it was because of some subtle mentality that she didn't know.
Yang Ku didn't bother anymore, but Feng Piaoxue still felt embarrassed and confused in her heart.
Feng Piaoyu said proudly: "Big brother is so powerful, he will definitely win ten consecutive victories!"
Only Song Qingmei was still singing the opposite tune. She snorted coldly: "It's too early to say anything now. How can ordinary Xuanmen masters compare with the warriors specially trained by the Holy War Palace? It won't be long before the Holy War Palace...
Something needs to be done.”
As soon as these words came out, both Feng Piaoxue and Yang Ku fell silent.
It is an open secret that the warriors carefully trained by the Holy War Palace will thwart warriors who challenge for ten consecutive victories.
Seeing that Sun Ning had won another game, the owner of the cutting room immediately said impatiently: "The seven consecutive victories have passed, please let the palace master..."
But before he finished speaking, a figure landed on the jihad platform even more impatiently than he did.
"It's Du Tong..."
Feng Piaoxue frowned, and there was a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.
Du Tong had just killed Yu Longhu with ease, and the strength he showed was terrifying.
Du Tong looked at Sun Ning, with a confident smile on his face, and said calmly: "I still want to introduce myself. I am Du Tong of the Xuanwu Sect. I would like to ask my brother for his advice. Although this is not the first time we have met.
, but I still don’t know my brother’s name, please give me a name, my subordinates will not kill unknown people.”
Du Tong was excited inside.
He has been limiting his wins to seven games on the holy war stage, just to catch big fish within a controllable range. This is indeed a good strategy. Because in the eighth challenge, Death
There are already thirteen people in his hands, including Yu Longhu.
These thirteen people brought him a terrifying profit of nearly 80,000 trial points.
But today's boy was at least ten times bigger than all the fish he had caught before combined.
This is also the best opportunity Du Tong has encountered since entering the holy war realm.
During Sun Ning's fight just now, Du Tong kept praying in his heart, just hoping that he could come to the eighth game alive, when he was qualified to end.
For this reason, he took a gamble.
He bet all his current trial points, which were close to 50,000, on Sun Ning dying in the eighth game.
Unfortunately, this kid actually did as he wished and won seven consecutive victories, all the way to the eighth battle. So at the first moment, Du Tong, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately stepped on the stage to challenge.
Standing opposite Sun Ning, Du Tong felt happy. He felt that he had never been so lucky as now. He felt that even the gods and Buddhas in the sky were blessing him.
The pinnacle of life has arrived!
Sun Ning raised his eyelids and said indifferently: "You are not worthy of asking my name."
"You are indeed very arrogant."
The smile on Du Tong's face did not diminish, but a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "However, I will never argue with a dead person."
The next moment, the Taoist sword was unsheathed, and a thick black light swept across the sky. At the same time, Du Tong's body made a series of crisp sounds.
On the jihad platform, there is another cry of breaking through!
Before the battle with Sun Ning, Du Tong actually advanced his first level of cultivation to the third level of Xuanmen.
After the previous seven battles, any fool knows that this guy is definitely not an easy guy to deal with.
But Du Tong was more prepared.
He suppressed his cultivation in the First Mysterious Sect with secret methods, just to break through the realm when he needed it most, soaring in strength and catching his opponents by surprise.
Feeling the terrifying power that was almost gushing out of his body, Du Tong laughed wildly and said, "Boy, didn't you say that I don't even deserve to ask your name? What about now?"
This sudden scene caused the crowd in the stands to burst into uproar.
No one thought that Du Tong, who had the first level of Xuanmen cultivation, had been suppressing his cultivation with secret methods for a long time, and now he suddenly reached the third level of Xuanmen! And ordinary warriors, even if they want to advance on the spot, are often only at the first level.
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There is absolutely a huge difference between the first level and the second level.
The owner of the cutting room said excitedly: "What a Dutong, he hid so deeply and quickly ended the life of this little bastard! My only regret is that I didn't kill this little beast with my own hands!"
Kong Xuan's eyes also showed a look of pleasure.
Only the head of the Chimu Palace has a strange look, and Du Tong's cultivation has skyrocketed, which is somewhat beyond his expectation. Of course, as the master of the Holy War Palace, he can handle these things in his territory, but it will cost more.
Just some hands and feet.
"Du Tong already has the strength to challenge the third Xuanmen warrior. Now he has advanced to two levels in a row. There is absolutely no opponent on the first holy war stage!"
"Although this young man is powerful, he will definitely die this time when he meets Du Tong, who is even more powerful."
"It's a pity that such an astonishing genius has to die so mysteriously on the holy war platform."
"Those who die on the jihad platform are not geniuses. If this kid dies, it can only be said that he deserves it."
While everyone was talking, the narrow and sharp Taoist sword in Du Tong's hand had already passed through a bright sword light and stabbed Sun Ning fiercely. (To be continued)