This time came out a young man, wearing a blue robe and holding a spear.

"In Xia Liuzhou ..."

"Okay, I don't need to remember the name of the dead man," before the young man finished his words, he was interrupted directly by Xu Zimo.

"Arrogant," the youth snorted, holding a spear, and burst into the sky to kill Xu Zimo.

"The sound of clang," a sound of drawing a knife came to my ear, and the people watching the battle hadn't waited for the reaction.

The spear in the hands of the youth has been broken into two halves, and even the body has been divided into two halves.

"One move," Xu Zimo said, standing quietly.

"This knife," the young man in the suit who borrowed the knife narrowed his eyes and touched his chin, thinking about something.

With Xu Zimo's victory, the audience on both sides became more and more emotional.

The opponents in the waiting area are also one after another.

But the next opponents were all ended by Xu Zimo.

He didn't even use a strong pulse technique. He only had one trick to draw the knife, which was so fast that he couldn't catch his eyes, and ended these opponents.

Ten and twenty more and more opponents fell to his hands.

This scene also aroused the attention of the host's angry family.

In that casino, some people even made Xu Zimo's Yum bet, but most of the bets are not optimistic.

Because people all know that when a person wins a certain streak, the Anger family will target it privately, and they will not allow this to happen.

The manager of the Ninghuo Family Biwu Challenge is the younger brother of the Ninghuo Family Head, Nun Shiwu.

At the moment listening to the report of the next man, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly, and said, "What do you mean, the entire 100 games have not been played?"

"It's not that no one is here. The son of Jianming hasn't gotten on. The key is that we can't control him," said the next man embarrassedly.

"Stupid," Nu Shiwu said coldly: "Jianming doesn't lack a fusion stone at all. He came to Bihuai to purely want to hone his pulse skills and increase combat experience.

You go and tell him that a young man of his age is coming to the contest, and if he is still a sword, he will definitely fight. "

"I will do it now," the man nodded quickly.

On the competition side, Xu Zimo has won 29 games.

Hundreds of battlefields have basically no one here. In fact, it is not nobody. To be precise, no one dared to go.

So far, no one can catch him a sword, there is only one word up, die.

Because there was no one hundred times, there was a short period of vacuum in the contest.

There was a lot of talk from the audience around.

"This is no one, how can you compare?"

"Wait, if there is no one to attend, it will not work for a hundred times, there will be a thousand times and there are tens of thousands of people over there.

It's just that the odds of the bet haven't reached the highest point now, they are waiting for time. "

"Did you say this guy wanted to win a white game in a row? Since we built this contest, no one can really win a hundred games in a row."

"This should not be possible. Do you know how difficult it is to win a hundred games in a row?

There is no rest time for these 100 games. Is there enough energy in his body? Will the body be injured and tired?

And this is the beginning, the opponents behind will become stronger and more unrealistic. "

While everyone was talking, the gate of the waiting area was opened again.

A handsome young man came out.

"It's the son of Jianming," someone from the ring exclaimed.

Some of the loudest are still women.

The young man wore a robe with sleeved shoulders and streamers. The clothes had four layers, and the inside was white and light blue.

The neckline is woven with white and blue curly lines, the shoulders are decorated with white streamers and blue gemstones, and the outer robe has layers of dark waves that are not easy to see.

The young man's eyes were clear, a black hair was tied behind his head with a black bun, and a white hair band was tied out of his forehead.

Tall nose bridge, fair skin, sword eyebrows and star eyes, anyone who read it will be emotional, a face.

There was a blue and white long sword hanging on the waist of the young man. The sword was inscribed with two small characters on the sword, and the rest were some unreadable lines.

The youth's momentum is flying like a beautiful man walking out of the ancient wind.

"Jianming," the youth looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly.

"It seems that the son of Jianming has finally shot," the woman watching all around said with some admiration.

Although most men disdain his appearance, they cannot refute his strength.

"Since Jianming Gongzi came to this City of Fury three years ago, he has been in the top 100 games for three years."

"It should be that he has won 54 games in a row, and it should be the most."

Everyone talked about it, regardless of the people over 10,000 sessions, because there are basically some old monsters there, relying on long practice time, the younger generation is not an opponent at all.

As for the thousand games, it is some famous seniors.

For a hundred games, except for some people who are low-cultivated, most of them are young contestants.

According to the rules of the competition field, if a person wants to buy a thousand times a hundred times, there are three opportunities to challenge each month.

If you win, you can participate in thousands of contests. Similarly, from 1,000 to 10,000.

In order to be fair and sanctioned, 10,000 people will also have three opportunities to go to one hundred and one thousand competitions every month.

But under normal circumstances, people with 10,000 games rarely go to other games. On the one hand, they won the fusion stone less. On the other hand, they went to other games.

Only when the situation is similar to Xu Zimo, they are almost invincible in their own games, and the odds of the bet have reached a certain point, they will shoot.

Jian Ming was surrounded by swords and spirits, and he looked at Xu Zimo calmly.

When the sword-drawing technique sounded, Jian Ming closed his eyes slightly and pulled out the long sword from his waist.

The sword lingering, directly wiped out Xu Zimo's sword.

Although the qi of the sword was annihilated, the strength contained therein made Jian Ming back more than three steps. Geng's sword intention surrounded the surroundings and rushed to the sky.

"You are strong," Jian Ming said looking at Xu Zimo.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?" Xu Zimo smiled.

"The strong only have the meaning of fighting," Jian Ming's eyes narrowed, and his right hand took a slight step back.

I saw him holding the sword on his right, tilting it a little bit, and surrounded by the sword's intention, countless long swords with condensed swords appeared behind him.

"Wanjian Guizong," Jian Ming sipped, and the long sword in his hand thrust forward.

At the sound of "Boom", countless shares of sword behind him were stabbed in the past, the void was punctured, and the pieces of space were broken.

Xu Zimo raised his head, and the long knife in his hand gently pointed.

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