Chapter 64 Chapter 64

If you want to participate in the submarine dragon list martial arts competition, you must first pay a registration fee of one or two.

After paying the money, he stepped on the martial arts platform.

His first opponent, a young warrior in blue, was built into a third-order samurai.

The young man in green pulled out the bright sword from his waist, and said, “The new Yongcheng Chengjia, Cheng Hong, is the first to challenge your excellency.”“What weapon is used?”

He raised his empty hands and said, “I don’t need weapons.”

Cheng Hong hesitated and said, “My weapon is a second-order weapon weapon, which can greatly enhance the power of real anger.”To be fair, I advise you to get a weapon first and fight with me again.”

He shook his head, “No!A pair of meats is enough against you."

“Farious!”

Cheng Hong injected the true air into the long sword, and activated the four power inscriptions and three sharp inscriptions in the sword.The sword is wide open, and the radiant radiance is radiant.

He held the long sword in his hands, and the impenetrable wind of the long sword danced, stepping on the strange footwork at his feet, rushed to the section.

“Thirteen Swords!”

This is Chengjia's unique sword martial arts, just overbearing, with Cheng Hong's current momentum, even if it is a fourth-order samurai, he does not dare to touch with him.

The Hm –

In the middle of the throes, the low bell rang.The paragraph stood in the same place, the right arm slightly raised, slowly pushed out a punch, but then sent first, accurately hit Cheng Hong's sword.

Oh, and huh!

The sword was shot and fell to the ground.

Cheng Hong only felt a powerful and difficult anti-shock force, coming along the arm, and then the person was slammed down the martial arts platform and fell on his back to the sky.

Cheng Hong struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the long sword, and re-entered the martial arts platform, some aweed rushing section of the punch, said: "Thank you for your mercilessness."

If it is not for the merciless of the Duan Chen's men, just now this punch, you can break Cheng Hong's arm.

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Second place, win!

Third, win!

Fourth, win!

Fifth, win!

Five in a row, the paragraph easily won.

He stood in the middle of the martial arts platform, like a sculpture, and his body did not move more than half a step.

Whether the opponent is strong or weak, without exception, he was shocked by the martial arts.

“Who is this boy?Why is the battle so strong?Even the little prince of the general's house, who had been repaired to reach the peak of the fourth order of the samurai, was bombarded by him with a fist, and there was no half-handed force.On the aristocratic observation table, a girl dressed in a gorgeous look at the stage in shock.

The strength of the section, just the tip of the iceberg, has been so terrible, if he completely erupted, I really do not know how powerful.Continue with this rhythm, winning ten games in a row, only to be sure of the thing.

On the high-view table, the merchant general who had been faceless and had been holding the wooden iron, suddenly showed a rare smile on his old face.

“Well, it’s a ‘fist’.At a young age, he has such an understanding, and he is indeed a good martial arts genius."

In the previous martial arts competition, some people also performed strong, and even successfully won ten games to enter the submerged dragon list.However, no one can be so evaluated by the headmaster of the Wood University.

Qi Yu was very curious, such as the eyes of the water gently blinked, and carefully observed the paragraphs on the stage: "It is really strange... I have not noticed before, as a holy woman of the earth, how can I not notice that there is such a talented teenager in the Zongmen."

Qin Ziyun looked gloomy and felt that the problem was tricky.In order to prevent the band from winning, he began to make eyes against the crowd.

On stage, someone immediately responded.A gray-clad boy with a bandage on his face jumped to the martial arts table.

The boy made a three-foot-long thin sword, although his face was covered with bandages and could not see his appearance, but from those grumbling eyes, it was not difficult to see that he hated the paragraph.

He was just now, the young man who fought with Li Zhe, was a young dead man privately cultivated by the two princes, and his name was Qin Thirteen.

Stopped by the Ahua, Qin Thirteen's action failed, and the status of the two princes fell sharply.For the dead, this is a great shame.

Qin Thirteen is now on the stage, precisely in order to kill the paragraph, prove himself, and save the trust of the two princes.

“Oh—”

Qin Thirteen's arm trembled, and the three-foot blue front in his right hand lit up with a pale blue light, phantoming a confused sword shadow.The sword shadow is different in length, overlapping with each other, in front of Qin Thirteen, transformed into a sea of swords.

“The Sword of Swords!”

Qin Thirteen showed a kind of human-level martial arts and rushed to the section.

The sword is sharp, and the sky sword shadow points straight to the key of the line, when the head is covered.

Such a sharp attack, there is no clear, which is a false trick, which is a real trick.Even the fifth-order samurai will certainly choose to avoid its sharp edge and step back.

Qin Thirteen eyes up a spicy, as long as the paragraph dared to back, he will quickly turn back, burst out the cheetah soul, deceive the near part of the Chen, and then abandon the sword to use the dagger, with lightning to cover the ears, the section of the assassination.

“Hush!”

There is no meaning to back down, no expression, still punched.

This boxing seems to be unpretentious, and there is nothing special, but in the sea of sword shadow, the long drive straight in and accurately bombarded the sword front of Qin Thirteen.

The sword disappeared immediately.

There was a great power, and the sword was shaken.

The fist is unfazed, the cold ice is condensed into a sharp ice knife, in order to destroy the rotten momentum, through the heart of Qin Thirteen!

“You... you...”

The dagger hidden in the sleeve, slipping to the ground, Qin Thirteen covered his bloody chest, his eyes staring at the section, full of shock and unwillingness.

He struggled to get up, but eventually died of blood.

The two guards immediately carried the body of Qin Thirteen down.

"Damn it!Qin Thirteen can't even stop a trick... how can this piece of art be so powerful?"

Qin Ziyun could not help but tighten his fist.You know, Qin Thirteen's best result is to win nine games in the martial arts competition, and the strength is quite strong.Unexpectedly, but even forced the section to move, can not do, was killed by a fist!

“It’s a great mid-level stage of the punch.At a young age, you can reach the cultivation of the fist to this state!”

Wood iron eyes slightly narrowed, gently holding the white beard, I do not know what to calculate.

As Qin Thirteen was killed, the eyes of the teenagers onlookers at Duan Chen became a little awe.

After a long time, no one was willing to take the challenge.

Almost everyone already knows that this is a gambling battle between the earth and the Tianshui royal family.Since the strength of the paragraph is so strong, if there is no long-term challenge to the stage, it is really strange.

Take advantage of this gap, Qin Ziyun made arrangements.

After the tea kung fu, there were two more dead people, who successively took the stage to challenge.

However, they were still defeated by a single punch.

The match went to the 9th.

So far, I haven’t moved more than half a step.

Whether the challenger, the third order samurai, or the fifth order samurai, whether they are awakened, whether it is a fighting soul, or a perceptual soul, they are all defeated by a punch.

On the martial arts platform, Duan Chen stood up straight, the whole person is like an ancient well, no one can touch, how deep his cultivation is!