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【Clean Hit! 】

【Clean Hit! 】

【Clean Hit! 】

Three lines of writing representing [Excellent Attack] clearly appeared above the arena.

The prompt The Passionate Swordsman scores three points also appeared on the LCD screen.

In Li Ang's perception, the wind in the arena is not just wind, but also mixed with a large amount of invisible energy as thin as cicada wings.

These invisible wind knives revolve around the one-armed giant of the Voodoo Black Witch Group at high speed, gradually closing the distance.

Coupled with the whistling wind, it cut towards the vital points and tore a gap in the one-armed giant.

Brother Xiaodao must have used some kind of skill to make himself invisible in the wind.

Or the whole person has become elemental, and while being immune to physical damage, can also attack the enemy.

Li Ang thought silently: However, the energy fluctuations on the opponent's body are not weak, not worse than Brother Xiaodao.

I was stabbed so many times, and the blood on my body flowed all over the floor as if I didn't want money. Nothing happened.

Wait, that's...

The one-armed giant Ogun Mula stood there in a daze, with pools of black and red blood at his feet and wounds all over his body. He seemed not to feel any pain at all.

Sneers came from the Voodoo black witch group in the corner of the hall,

Li Ang looked back and found that the dark-skinned wizards were just watching with cold eyes, the corners of their mouths raised in mocking arcs.

What's going on! Has Ogun Mula given up?

The number one commentator, Spitwagen, stared and shouted in disbelief: Why is he just standing?

Look at that wind!

The second commentator, Abdel, exclaimed: “The wind surrounding Ogun Mula has also taken the initiative to recede.

You know, all the actions of the players in the ring are systematically observed.

As a referee system, since the passionate swordsman is not sentenced to leave the ring,

It means that he is still in the ring, and this gust of wind is his attack method.

Could it be that he noticed something unusual?

Before he could finish his words, something happened on the stage -

The black and red pool of blood at Ogun Mula's feet was rippled by the strong wind, but it did not turn into blood droplets and fly up.

But gradually condensed,

Like black and red coral, formed into substance,

Grow and extend upward.

Ding ding ding ding——

The outermost crystalline blood coral was cut off like leeks by the invisible wind knife.

Wrapped by the wind, they rotated around the ring together, disintegrated and split in mid-air, turned into thousands of powders, and were evenly distributed in the strong wind.

For a moment, the entire arena was covered by the crystal clear dark red sand, which was really beautiful.

There was a commotion from the auditorium, and the camera team of the Watchmen Association below the ring was sweating profusely.

The two commentators were stunned for less than half a second, and immediately started explaining in a professional manner.

The player Ogun Mula seemed to have withstood the first wave of injuries and used the wounds to spill his own blood.

Then solidify the blood all over the arena, and use the blood powder to blend into the wind caused by the passionate swordsman!

The number one commentator, Spitwagen, said solemnly: You know, members of the Voodoo Black Witch Union are generally good at using blood-related witchcraft.

This should be his strategy.

You're right.

The second commentator, Abdel, echoed: “If you can’t see or touch the opponent,

Then you must prioritize bringing your opponent back to the same level as yourself.

Boom boom boom!

There were loud noises in the bloody wind and sand, as if something heavy was hitting the arena floor.

Li Ang's eyes narrowed slightly in the faucet mask. Outside spectators were prohibited from using divine power or other methods to detect in the arena.

With his eyesight, he could only vaguely see the one-armed giant rampaging across the ring, smashing the bolas attached to his hands around and crushing the masonry ground.

Ding--

Finally, the spike of the meteor hammer hit something in the wind and sand.

The strong wind on the ring suddenly weakened, and a thin figure flew out, hitting the ring floor with a loud bang, plowing out a long trajectory.

Critical Hit! Down!

Spitwagen shouted excitedly: Contestant Ogun Mula of the Voodoo Black Witch just made a perfect attack and successfully knocked down his opponent's passionate swordsman to the ground!

Now the sky above the ring clearly shows that he has scored seven points. As long as he scores three more points, he can win this game.

Wanli Fengdao fell to the ground and looked a little embarrassed.

One lens of his sunglasses was broken, his hair was covered with dust, and there was blood on one side of his mouth. Even the dragon-slaying sword in his hand was trembling slightly and whining.

The one-armed giant should have spread his blood evenly on Brother Little Knife's wind, and based on the energy fluctuations and distribution of the blood powder, locked Brother Little Knife's specific position.

Li Ang thought silently: That's a good idea. In addition to being good at voodoo and poison, the Voodoo Black Witches are also good at making puppets out of living creatures or corpses.

Corpse puppets are extremely resistant to blows, and can only be completely destroyed by crushing their heads and burning their corpses.

Wanli Fengdao's first wave of attacks did not cut off the opponent's head.

Nowadays, it may be difficult to directly defeat such a tough opponent with swordsmanship alone.

Tap tap tap——

The one-armed giant Ogun Mula did not give Wanli Fengdao any chance to breathe.

Amidst the shouts of the two commentators, Zhong Ruo Qianjun's body charged towards Wanli Fengdao like a tank. The meteor hammer in his hand turned rapidly, tearing the air and falling downwards.

Soon after, Wanli Fengdao, who was still lying on the ground, had a cold light in his eyes. He held the Dragon Slayer Sword in his right hand and violently rotated the hilt, aiming the tip of the sword at the edge of the pothole on the floor of the arena, and stabbed it hard.

The sword blade covered with round green sword energy did not penetrate the stone wall.

Instead, the sword was bent, and the entire long sword was almost bent into a semicircle.

This long sword named [Zhan Long] has accompanied Wanli Fengdao through ups and downs.

Injecting sword energy with different attributes can give it different properties.

Buzz——

As the sword energy turned into a deep red color,

The dragon-slaying sword trembled at a high frequency,

The curved sword blade suddenly rebounded and straightened,

Provide thrust,

Pushing the Wanli Fengdao out of the hole, he narrowly avoided the falling meteor hammer.

boom!

Rubbles flew like shrapnel, and the entire arena seemed to tremble.

The toes of the man in beach pants touched the ground covered with gravel and blood coral.

Wanli Fengdao flew in the air, and his eyes under the broken sunglasses looked at the one-armed giant who turned around slowly.

Through the other party's broken linen mask,

Looking into the pale and turbid eyes, he saw his own figure in the pupils.

The long sword in his hand was inexplicably ignited with orange sword energy.

Wanli Fengdao took advantage of the falling force and stabbed the long sword diagonally downwards.

The sword blade pierced the one-armed giant's eye socket lightly, without any trace of dust.

puff--

Half of the sword blade pierced the linen hood,

Black and red blood dripped down the tip of the sword, mixing with the sand and gravel.

The one-armed giant trembled all over, his feet softened, and his huge body slowly knelt down on the ground as if in slow motion, raising some wind and sand.

Hoo, ho...

Wanli Fengdao's chest heaved violently,

He adjusted his half-broken sunglasses and looked at the giant who was kneeling on the ground and was still about the same height as him.

He clenched the hilt of the sword with an expressionless expression, and slowly pulled out the dragon-slaying sword from the opponent's eye socket.

【! 】

Unconsciously, huge handwriting appeared in the sky above the arena,

But the audience below the ring, as well as the two commentators in the commentary box, were still immersed in the calm sword.

Until Wanli Fengdao used the opponent's shoulder to wipe away the blood on the blade, and silently walked down the ring,

There was a burst of cheers and screams in the hall that could lift the roof.

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