Legend of Swordsman Chapter 2497: Crazy old man

(Third more!)

This city is very large. The soul power of Swordless Warriors can only cover a small area, and there is no breath of the gods.

"That old wind is acting strangely, I just asked, he seems to be in the arena now." Yun Zhendao.

"Fighting arena?" Jian Wushuang moved inwardly and nodded slightly. "Then, please ask Lord Yun to wait for a while. I'll see him first. If he is willing to exchange Zijinsha directly to me, he can save There are many things to do, but if he is unwilling to surrender ... then, please ask the Lord Sect Yun to take the shot with me to force him to surrender with absolute strength.

"No problem." Yun Zhen agreed very easily.

The second drop of Zijinsha was obtained for Wushuang for the sword. This is the scope previously agreed. Of course, Yunzhen must contribute.

Jian Wushuang immediately went to the city in front, and soon came to a giant gladiatorial field in the center of that city.

The arena is vast and large enough to accommodate millions of people at the same time. On the huge center of the martial arts arena, there are two chaos gods fighting frantically.

Luo Yuyu ’s fighting in the gladiatorial arena is endless and insane. It must be a cultivator to die before this battle ends.

Because of this, the gladiatorial arena will attract many practitioners.

Like now, around the Yanwu Stadium, countless practitioners are sitting there, screaming and screaming wildly.

One of them was the fiercest.

That's a shabby black robe, and his hair is very messy, and his body is dirty, like a beggar old man.

"Haha, disciple, come on, kill him !!!"

"Don't entangle him, just twist his head off!"

"Stop, stop him, don't embarrass the old man!"

The oldest man has the loudest voice and the harshest, so many practitioners around him look at him.

Jian Wushuang appeared in the gladiator arena and looked at the old man at a glance.

"He, is that old man?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the old man looked like a strong man from his appearance to his manners, Jian Wushuang felt very clearly. There were many practitioners in the gladiatorial court, but this was the only one. The old man alone, the hidden breath on his body is extremely powerful, and is obviously a true god.

As for the two men who are at war on the performance martial arts, a burly man seems to be the old-fashioned disciple.

"Send his disciple to this arena to fight for life and death, he is not afraid of his disciples being killed?" Jian Wushuang muttered in his heart.

He can see that this old-fashioned disciple is just a second-class demon, and his combat power is average. It is not very powerful. His opponent is also a second-class demon, so continue If the slaughter continues, it may not be who lives last.

However, luck seems to be on the side of the old windy disciple. The final result is that he wins.

His opponent blasted his head directly, but he was also pierced by three fingers on his shoulder, leaving three blood holes, and his face was extremely pale.

"Ha ha, win, win again!" The wind-evil ecstatic immediately rose up, and the whole man seemed extremely crazy.

In a corner of the arena, a middle-aged man with a fat body feels extremely greasy, but his face is gloomy.

"Supervisor, this man has won three games in a row. The win is also the demon of our gladiatorial arena. The fiercest old man we called is the master of this man. After a lot of divine power on his disciples in the beginning, we lost a lot in three games. "A waiter in black next to him respectfully.

"How much have you lost?" the obese middle-aged asked coldly.

"The crazy old man weighed a thousand drops in the first game, and then won 2,000 drops in the second game and 4,000 drops in the third game. After winning all three games, the crazy old man alone , We lost seven thousand drops of the early power, not even the pressure of others. "Said the waiter in black.

"Seven thousand drops of magical power, isn't it equivalent to the top and bottom of the rank and file?" The obese middle-aged looked ugly. "Staring at them and waiting for them to leave the gladia Kill them by hand, and take back all the lost power in the early period, and their Qiangyun ring. "

"Yes." The waiter in black went down immediately and arranged.

Opening a huge arena in Luoyuyu's nine cities, the annual net profit is scary.

But the reason for such a high profit is that in addition to the interests on the bright side, there are also some special means in the dark.

As it is now, seven thousand drops of magical power in the early days is worthwhile to use some means in this arena.

Soon, Feng Fengguai left his arena with his disciples.

It was not long before I came out of the arena. It was on the street.

Oh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

There are more than twenty figures surrounding the duo.

"Master."

The face of that strong man has changed. He is just a second-class demon, but now all of them appear in front of him. Among them, there are six second-class demon. There is also a first-class demon.

"Old man, obediently give up all the power you won from the gladiator arena, and your ring and ring, all I can spare you," said the first-class **** and devil chuckled coldly.

"Oh, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, but your idea hit the old man's head. It's really stupid." Feng Laoqi laughed.

Oh!

His body suddenly moved, and a black figure flickered on the street.

A moment later he returned to his place.

The sturdy man looked around blankly, but found that the more than twenty people around him, including the six second-class gods and the first-class gods, fell down together.

Blood, shed.

The strong man was horrified first, but followed with ecstasy.

He knows that he has met the Master. His Master is definitely a shocking superpower, and it is likely to be the pinnacle god, no, maybe even stronger!

"Abright, let's go." Feng Laoguai said.

The strong man nodded immediately and walked forward.

But after only two walks, the pace of the old man stopped again.

"Huh?" Feng Fengguai looked up, but found a young man with a sword on his hands, walking slowly along the street in front of him.

"Someone else?"

There is a little surprise in the heart of the old wind.

He just swept around with the power of the soul, but didn't find the existence of this person.

Although the man in front of him looks very young, it gives him a sense of imperceptibility.

This makes Wind Boss even more unexpected.

Finally, this young man with negative swords walked in front of the wind old monster.

"Hello, senior."

Jian Wushuang yelled, and his expression was a little humble.

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(End of this chapter)