Chapitre 192: Thirty consecutive victories, fight again.
"Ding bell bell~"
There was a sound from the square box embedded on the side wall of the guard. He opened it, pressed the switch, and a sweet female voice came:
"The gladiator is in place, please enter the challenger."
"Received ."
The guard responded, opened the channel valve, turned to look at Ning Xiaotian, bowed and said,
"Golden Warrior, please."
Ning Xiaotian, who had stood up, nodded and walked into the channel.
"Wow!"
When he first entered the passage, a tsunami-like shout came with dazzling rays of light.
The voice was messy, and he couldn't even distinguish between men and women.
He walked slowly and walked out against the warm sunlight.
The shouts of "Jin Can. Jin Can" became uniform and deafening.
Ning Xiaotian doesn't know if these people are fans, but they must have made a lot of bets, and by the way, they helped him annoy the gladiator on the opposite side. This can be seen from the cannibalistic eyes of the other party, who can't wait to kill him. look.
On the circular field with a diameter of thirty meters, a giant man came towards him.
More than two meters tall, he was wearing a heavy silver-gray steel armor, only his face and neck were exposed, his shoulders and wrists were covered with thorns, his left hand held a thick metal shield, and his right hand was a single-edged broadsword with five fingers wide. , about 1.5 meters long.
The broad blade struck the shield, the steel hummed softly, and the rough face was full of tyranny.
"Cruel and irritable, without the steadiness of a soldier, I'm afraid this person is not a bandit or a robber before he is caught."
Ning Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and glanced at his opponent,
"I can cultivate to the soul king, but I am willing to be a thief, I guess it is an unhappy empire.
The guy who rules."
All things are born to support people.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
And the guy in front of him just happened to be violent.
Ning Xiaotian's eyes flickered, and he secretly looked at it.
In the battle of life and death, the enemy's character, height, weight, wingspan, and even the length of the weapon can be transformed into his own advantage at the right time, making the battle easier to win.
"Clang!" The death bell rang.
"Kid, die for the young master!"
The giant man glared angrily, shouted loudly, his head drooped slightly, and he rushed over with his shield on his back, with his broad blade hiding behind him.
He is straight, but it does not mean that he is stupid. How can a character who can win 29 games in a row be a simple character.
Walking with a shield is the safest exploration strategy.
Ning Xiao was unmoved, until the opponent was about to approach two meters away, and he moved.
Leaning forward suddenly, holding the sword in both hands, he charged straight ahead, and instantly came a meter away and swept the sword.
"So fast!"
The giant man lowered his body subconsciously, revealing only a pair of squinting tiger eyes, blocking with a shield.
This is the time!
Lower your head and press your body, like a shadow!
"No attack?"
The giant man lowered his shield, and there was no figure in front of him.
He was surprised:
"Disappeared?"
"You are too tall."
A low voice suddenly came from behind.
puff! Throat is pierced!
Blood spurts!
"Uh gulu"
The giant man's eyes widened, he felt the blade pulled out from his throat, the broad knife fell, and his right hand quickly covered his throat, trying to stop the flow of life, but the blood was still gushing out, and he wanted to ask questions.
No sound at all.
"How could this be?
How did he get behind me!?"
"You're too tall!"
The giant man recalled Ning Xiaotian's previous whisper, and suddenly realized.
That's right, the opponent rushed over to swing the sword, and the speed was too fast.
He subconsciously lowered his body to block, and the front view was blocked by most of it.
In addition to the height difference between the two,
the opponent only needed to lower his head a little more, and then he could completely remove himself from his own.
Disappeared from vision, and then came behind him at a very fast speed.
The opponent lowered his body and dashed not at all for the purpose of accumulating the attack, but for the convenience of speeding up the back.
"Such a terrifying fighting talent, it's not wrong to lose."
The last thought flashed through his mind, his right hand was weak, the giant shield slipped from his fingertips, and his body fell softly.
silence!
On the ring-shaped stand, there were no empty seats, full of astonished expressions.
Some people's lips were open and closed, and some people's raised hands were fixed in the air, but they could only hear the sound of something falling to the ground.
Is this the end?
Thirty consecutive victories?
"I won. Did I bet right?"
The man sitting in the center of the stand was instinctive as a businessman. He subconsciously snapped his fingers and calculated how much money he had won in this game, "Jincan! Jincan!" The field suddenly erupted like thunder He was woken up by the roar, jumped up to join in, shouted loudly, hoarsely:
"Jincan Niubi!"
Some people were depressed, their faces were ashen, and they were unable to sit on their seats.
Such is life, there are losers and winners.
In the stands, winners and losers depend on wealth.
Under the stands, in life and death.
Looking at the giant man soaked in blood in front of him,
Ning Xiaotian had no sorrow or joy,
inserted the long sword into the ground,
squeezed his palms, turned his head and glanced at the charming host who was about to speak on the hanging platform in the air, and said lightly:
"Continue to the next game."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Yes. Please wait a moment." Ning Xiaotian glanced at him, the host felt a chill down his spine, and quickly responded respectfully.
"The next game, actually start the next game?"
The audience was stunned.
In the protagonist's battlefield, in order to let the audience feel the sound of fists and feet, weapons collision, bloody roars and other fighting sounds, there are amplifiers hidden on the ground and around them. .
Seeing Ning Xiaotian dozing while holding a sword, the host seems to be lowering his head to contact. This is true!
Unstoppable roar, cheers!
Contestants choose to continue the challenge.
As long as the audience does not leave the venue, they do not need to buy tickets again.
There are also people with tangled faces.
They want to go out to bet, or make a big profit, or win back the lost bet, but after leaving the venue, they not only face high ticket prices, but also whether they can get a seat is also a problem.
There are already seats in the stands. full.
The whole stand is boiling!
Ning Xiaotian has won 30 games in a row, creating the history of this city, and now he is ready to continue to create history, they will be witnesses if they stay, it is a pity to miss it.
However, out of the desire for wealth, some people still choose to leave their seats.
The contestants choose to continue to challenge.
The arena hall will open a new game immediately, and they can also know the outcome of the battle for the first time outside.
Wealth and silk move people's hearts, but glory does not fill one's stomach. Many people bowed their bodies and left quietly.
Submerged in cheers, without the slightest ripple.
Observatory.
The old man was pacing, and his face was a little red,
"We all underestimate him, hand-to-hand combat is his strength, he is probably a battle spirit master with sword spirit, and has such a speed, is it from Fengjian?
The arrogance of the sect?"
The spirit of the Spirit Wind Sword of the Fengjian Sect's direct line is known for its speed.
"Director, if it was the Wind Sword Sect, it would be possible to win over.
The strength of the suzerain of Fengjianzong is still level 89.
If he has not been promoted to the title, the imperial family does not need to be afraid.
"Yes, you immediately send someone to report to Your Majesty as quickly as possible.
You don't have to insist that this person is from the Fengjian Sect.
You can report the battle truthfully.
In addition, apply to His Majesty to send a Soul Emperor level gladiator here, just in case.
The old man said anxiously,
"This person wins so easily, yet he dares to apply directly to continue the fight.
He must have no fear.
He still hides his strength after thinking about it."
"It may even be aimed at Tang Hao's 39 consecutive victories.
" Very likely." The man's eyes widened.
"I can't rule out this possibility.
Back then, Tang Hao also chose hand-to-hand combat in the 30th game.
The two can be said to be exactly the same."
leave.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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