Universal system must die

Chapter 141, the loser calls Dad

The position of champion must be produced between the two.

This is everyone's idea, this game should be the most exciting one in the history of the competition.

I didn't expect it to be such a hot scene at the beginning, and all the attention was just waiting for the beginning.

Qianji glanced at Jian Wudao lightly, "You are not my opponent, why not save some effort to deal with the big man."

Jian Wudao's expression was stern, and he didn't take Qianji's words to heart.

"I think the same way, why don't you admit defeat and save your strength to deal with the big guy."

The two refused to give in to each other, a bell sounded, and the two came to the ring.

It is said to be a ring, but it is actually a circle drawn on the football field. If you go out of the circle, you will fail, but the circle occupies half of the football field.

The two faced each other from a distance, Jian Wudao took out his spiritual weapon, a medium-length sword, the name of the sword: Zhan Ling.

"Qianji, this spirit slayer has additional skills, I'm not afraid to let you know, you will definitely lose today."

"It's a joke. Just say it and assume I believe it. Don't deliberately distract me."

Qianji's heart is like a rock, and he firmly believes that he can win.

Jian Wudao drew out his sword and pointed at Qianji obliquely, "It's useless to talk too much, just watch the sword."

The figure came to the side of Qianji in a flash, and Zhan Ling drove the dazzling brilliance to shoot at Qianji.

His figure was agile and fast, closely following Qianji's pace and not giving him a chance to cast spells.

Taoist Qianji recited the terms silently, and soon the spiritual power around him formed a protective layer, and he took off the dagger with him.

For a while, I only listened to the symphony of clanging weapons.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Jian Wudao gradually became weaker and weaker, and the spirits of those who bought a thousand chances to win were shocked.

Qianji vs. Jian Wudao gamble is 1:2.

If Qianji wins, the person who buys him can earn 100%, and if Jian Wudao wins, the person who buys him can earn 200%.

There are many people who want to bet on upsets at the venue, but there are more people who buy thousands of machines.

At this time, the Tang brothers were in the VIP private room, and they couldn't help but nod with relief when they were here.

"Brother, there is no surprise, this fellow Jian Wudao is doomed."

"Calm down, it's normal for Qianji to win him, this is already in my expectation."

"Brother, do you think that Jian Wudao will not use any means?"

Tang Licheng smiled lightly, "Thousands of people from more than [-] provinces competed. If he had the means, how could he not make a move until now?"

Tang Song gave a thumbs up, "Brother is still thinking carefully, Jian Wudao is doomed."

Before the words fell, Jian Wudao suddenly flew into the air.

Zhan Ling suddenly let go of his hand and flew out, circling in the air, and suddenly shot towards Qianji's back.

Light and shadow are like electricity, swift as a shuttle.

No one could have imagined that Jian Wudao would be able to do this trick. Spiritual weapons are powerful, but if you want to use the ability of flying swords, you must have a spiritual weapon of level 3 or above.

Slashing Spirit is still level 2, but I have a hidden secret inside. What flies out is the tip of the sword, and the material is special, comparable to a level 3 spirit weapon.

Whoosh!
Everyone exclaimed, it seems that all chances are lost!
Tang Song looked at his elder brother's stinky face, not daring to breathe.

I just said that I am optimistic about Qianji, but I don't want Jian Wudao to have such a means.

It's over, you have to lose.

"Qianji, as I said long ago, I have a hidden opponent, and you are no match for me based on your real skills."

A smile appeared on the corner of Jian Wudao's mouth. It only takes a moment for Zhan Ling to approach Qianji, and he will definitely be defeated.

"Oh, is it?"

No one thought that they would laugh instead of being surprised.

When Zhan Ling got close to him, the Daoguang appeared and then disappeared, and the defensive energy in front of the Qianji fuselage was suddenly enhanced.

I saw something in his hand, a hexagonal disk-shaped object.

Clang!
The point of the Zhanling Sword pierced Qianji's back, and suddenly there was a sound of metal and iron clanging.

"What it is."

"It's incredible that it was blocked."

"Is Qianji's back waist made of iron? Why is there a sound of gold and iron?"

Thousands of spectators were excited. They thought the match would end in an upset, but they didn't expect Taoist Qianji to have a second move. That disk-shaped object must be a spiritual weapon.

"Big brother, look at big brother, Qianji didn't lose, he blocked it, he blocked it."

Tang Song roared hoarsely, shouting with all his strength, his expression could not describe his mood with excitement.

He beat Taoist Qianji for 5000 million to win, and if he lost the money, he would be in vain.

Tang Licheng let out a long sigh of relief, his stiff body relaxed, and his clothes soaked in cold sweat instantly felt much more comfortable.

"Calm down, all this is under my control. Ah Song, how old are you, and you are still so frizzy."

His old god was pretending to be reserved, and turned around to reprimand his brother.

"Yes, yes, what the elder brother taught me is that the Shen Yun younger brother is not as good as it should be, hehe."

On the field, Jian Wudao looked at Taoist Qianji in shock.

"You actually retained your strength."

"Hehe, no one deserves my best shot."

The Taoist Qianji was very indifferent, the Qianji plate was held in his hand and turned quickly, and auras of spiritual light flew out around his body, blessing his defense and increasing his strength at the same time.

"Death to me!"

Jian Wudao launched an attack brazenly, and for a moment Zhan Ling turned quickly, flying back and forth, left and right, but he was unable to break through the defense of Qianji.

"puff!"

Jian Wudao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Urging to activate Zhanling consumes a lot of energy for him, and he can only activate the sword in Zhanling sword for 1 minute.

"you lose."

Qianji raised his head to look at the weak Jian Wudao, his Qianji disc can be manipulated like an arm, and it is not a problem to use it continuously for an hour.

In such a comparison, Jian Wudao is indeed far behind.

"I won't admit defeat."

Jian Wudao gritted his teeth and persisted, leaning on the sword to stand up.

Taoist Qianji stretched out his hand and pointed, and the Qianji disk released a beam of light, which immediately hit Jian Wudao after flying out, causing the opponent to faint.

"I will fulfill you."

Taoist Qianji slowly put away the Qianji disk, and turned to look at the referee.

"In the first round, Taoist Qianji won."

"Roar, roar, roar..."

The vast majority of people still won by betting on thousands of machines, and there were deafening shouts at the scene.

A team of first aid ran to the field, helped Jian Wudao up, and poured energy water into him.

After a while, Jian Wudao woke up leisurely.

At the end of the first round, there will be a one-hour intermission, and the loser will play the second round with Ebony Tower.

During the intermission, the top [-] players invited by the competition will catch up with each other for an exhibition match.

What is an exhibition match, the more fancy it is, the more eye-catching the better.

Taoist Qianji can rest for more than two hours, waiting for the next game.

"Brother, if you say who wins and who loses between Jian Wudao and Wrestling King, will you be upset?"

Tang Song's admiration for his elder brother was beyond measure, and he could even tell that Qianji had a backup.

"I am not optimistic about the wrestling king. Even if he has a backhand, it will be difficult to resist Jian Wudao's flying sword."

Tang Licheng was fair, Jian Wudao was originally an offensive method, but now it has a long-distance attack bonus, the wrestling king has a brute force, even if his skin is thick, it is difficult to block two swords.

"Haha, I believe in big brother, this time I put all my money in, and put [-] million against Jian Wudao."

"Alright, I'll play with you too, let's put down two hundred million!"

"Big brother mighty."

Tang Song gave him a big praise.

"Hey, you're not that Tang...what are you doing?"

In the VIP area, He Ming met the brothers of the Tang family.

"It's you, I know you, you are He Ming, the grandson of the Zhou family."

"Oh, is it."

"He Ming, do you still remember the last time, you embarrassed me, today my elder brother is here, so I asked you if you were afraid."

"What about Tang, why don't we make a bet, just bet for a while on who will win the Wrestling King or Jian Wudao?"

"My name is Tang Song, and I will bet on Jian Wudao to win. If the loser sees the other party, he will walk around and call the other party's father."

(End of this chapter)