I am a True Villain Chapter 669: Wanjian Guizong

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

"In Xia Liuzhou..."

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

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

"The sound of clang," a sword-drawing sound came into my ears, waiting for the reaction of everyone watching the battle.

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 stood close and said lightly.

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

As the Xu Zimo victory, the audience on both sides became more and more emotional.

And the opponents in the waiting area also appeared one by one.

However, the next opponents were all ended by Xu Zimo.

He didn’t even use the strong Bloodline 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, twenty more and more opponents fell to his hands.

Such scenes also attracted the attention of the organizer family.

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

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

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The manager of the angry family Biwu ring is the younger brother of the angry family head, Nu Shiwu.

At the moment, listening to the report of the next man, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean, did you fail to fight for the entire 100 games?"

"It's not that there is no one, Master Jiang Ming hasn't gotten on yet, the key is that Master Jian Ming can't control him," the next man said embarrassedly.

"Stupid," Nu Shiwu said coldly: "Jianming doesn't lack fusion stones at all. He came to Bi Wutai just to hone his Bloodline Technique and increase combat experience.

You go and tell him that a young man of his age is coming from Biwu Challenge. If he is still a sword, he will definitely fight. "

"Subordinates will do it now," the next person nodded quickly.

Competing against the ring, with Xu Zimo has won 29 games.

Hundreds of war zones are basically empty. Actually, they are not empty. To be precise, no one dared to go.

So far, no one can catch his sword, and there is only one word to go up and die.

Because there are no one hundred times, there is 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 100 games, there will be thousands of people and 10,000 people over there.

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

"Are you saying that this guy wants to win a white game in a row? Since we built this competition, 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 are no breaks in these 100 games. Is the spiritual energy in his body enough? 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 door to the theater was opened again.

A handsome young man came out.

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

Some of the loudest are still women.

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

Curved cloud patterns are interwoven with white and blue, 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 youth's eyes are clear, a black hair is tied behind the head with a black bun, and a white hair band is tied out of the forehead.

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

A blue and white long sword hung on the waist of the young man. Two small characters of the sword were engraved on the sword, and the rest were some unintelligible lines.

The youthful spirit is like a beautiful man coming out of the ancient wind.

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

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

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

"Since the son of Jianming came to this Raging Fire City 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 games, because there are basically some old strange creature, relying on long practice time, the younger generation is not an opponent at all.

As for a thousand times, it is some famous seniors.

On the one-hundred games side, except for some people with low cultivation base, most of them are still younger.

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 less fusion stones. On the other hand, they went to other games, and no one dared to fight them.

Only like the situation of Xu Zimo, they are almost invincible in their own games, and their betting odds reach a certain point, they will take the shot.

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

Jianming saw Jian Ming close his eyes slightly and pulled out the long sword from his waist at the moment when the sword-drawing technique sounded.

The sword lingered, and the Xu Zimo's sword was annihilated and disappeared.

Although the qi of the sword was annihilated, the intensity of it made Jian Ming retreat more than three steps~IndoMTL.com~ Jian Ming’s pupils shrank, and when the long sword in his hand was out of the sheath, there was wind and thunder flashing on the sword. Wu Geng's sword intention surrounded the surrounding sky straight.

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

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

"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, and surrounded by the sword intention, there were countless long swords condensed behind him.

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

Only hearing the sound of "Boom", countless shares of sword behind him were punctured, 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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