The swordsman who started as Douluo

In Soto City, the Soul Fighting Arena is full tonight, and the price of tickets has increased dozens of times, but it is still difficult to stop people's enthusiasm, and the prices are still skyrocketing.

Faced with this situation, the owner of the Soul Fighting Arena was extremely happy. All of this was naturally under his control, but the more important reason was because of one person!

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, everyone!"

"Oh oh oh oh~~~!"

Deafening shouts erupted from the audience. When the host saw how enthusiastic the audience was, he spoke even more powerfully.

"Everyone must be like me and are looking forward to the next game, because after this game, Xiaoyao Swordsman's game points have reached the Gold Medal, becoming the first person to win this medal with consecutive personal wins since the establishment of our field. The youngest player."

"Easy Swordsman~Easy Swordsman~"

The entire Soul Fighting Arena audience cheered for this title, and the personal worship of the Easy Swordsman reached its peak.

After the host finished speaking, he paused and said: "However, his opponent is also very strong. The Demon Dragon King's soul power level has reached level 49, and his martial soul is the Dark Tiger Dragon with dark attributes! The Happy Swordsman can Can you defeat him with his level 37 soul power?"

"Now let's invite the Demon Dragon King to appear!"

"Devil Dragon King~Demon Dragon King~"

There was also a lot of shouting in the stadium, which showed that the Demon Dragon King's reputation was not small at all.

A burly-looking man with a cold face stepped onto the stage. The surrounding light was very dim, as if it had been eaten away.

"Next, let's invite you... the Easy Swordsman~!"

"Oh~Happy Swordsman~Happy Swordsman~Happy Swordsman~"

The entire fighting spirit arena was shouting in unison, and the sound was so loud that it gave people a headache.

A man had a sword hanging from his waist and was wearing a dark black robe. He looked very beautiful under the spotlight.

When his figure appeared in front of everyone, the place suddenly became excited.

"Easy Swordsman~"

This person was Long Tianquan. He waved his hand to greet the audience, enjoying the shouts of thousands of people.

After the two were ready, the host explained some more rules.

"The game~start~!"

The two of them wandered around the competition stage, observing every move of their opponents. The entire soul fighting arena watched the two figures with bated breath, not wanting to miss a second.

A sword blade rushed towards the Demon Dragon King quickly, and in the end, Long Tianquan made his move first.

The Demon Dragon King turned sideways to avoid the attack, and then rushed towards Long Tianquan possessed by his martial spirit.

Long Tianquan rushed towards the Demon Dragon King without any fear, and the two fought each other with fire flying everywhere.

The fierce fighting ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and the entire venue was drowned by the roar of shouts.

The Demon Dragon King struck Long Tianquan with a dragon claw, and Sijian burst out with endless sword intent, ruthlessly tearing the dragon claw apart.

There was no communication between the two, only fierce attacks one after another.

The outcome of a master's duel only takes a moment, so both of them played very carefully, constantly looking for opportunities while protecting themselves.

Long Tianquan slashed the Demon Dragon King hard and then distanced himself.

"Let's stop testing, act like real men, and go all out for a good fight!"

The Demon Dragon King frantically absorbed the surrounding dark elements, and his aura became stronger and stronger.

"I, the Demon Dragon King, have never been afraid of anyone in close combat?"

Long Tianquan raised his sword, and the sword was condensed with overwhelming sword intent.

"I don't care what kind of monster you are, I will kill you with one sword."

"bring it on!"

The Demon Dragon King rushed towards Long Tianquan with endless darkness, and half of the spirit fighting field was plunged into darkness.

Long Tianquan swung more than a dozen swords in succession to disperse the darkness, but what he didn't expect was that the Demon Dragon King had disappeared.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back, and a dragon claw came towards his claw.

Just when the Demon Dragon King thought he would win this battle, a sword intent suddenly appeared from behind Long Tianquan, blocking the Demon Dragon King for a full second.

What does one second mean in combat?

For Long Tianquan, this second means eighteen swords.

The Demon Dragon King was hit by several swords, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body disappeared again.

Long Tianquan once again gathered his monstrous sword intent and slashed hard at his own shadow.

The Demon Dragon King was shocked and could only show up to resist. I saw that his big hands were covered with black scales and became very huge.

However, the sword energy shattered his condensed hand and slashed hard towards his chest.

"Pfft!"

The Demon Dragon King was pushed back dozens of meters and spat out a large mouthful of blood. But before he had time to breathe, Long Tianquan was already killing him.

The Demon Dragon King could only stand up to resist. The originally evenly matched situation had been broken, and he had fallen into a disadvantage.

After several minutes of struggling to block it, the Demon Dragon King seemed to be unable to do what he wanted!

"No, I will definitely lose if I continue like this. Only by fighting to the death can I have any hope of winning!"

After making up his mind, the Demon Dragon King was no longer stingy with his soul power and activated his soul power crazily!

Long Tianquan quickly backed away, knowing that he would win as long as he dodged the blow.

Attack and defense suddenly switched, and the Demon Dragon King, who had been passively beaten, chased Long Tianquan and beat him. The audience was confused by this scene.

Seeing that he could not catch up with Long Tianquan no matter what, the Demon Dragon King roared angrily: "Soul Egg! Did you agree to fight like a real man? Why are you running!"

Long Tianquan smiled, "Since you want to fight, then I will fight with you!"

After saying that, Long Tianquan poured all his soul power into Wuhun, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, bursting out with unprecedented wisdom.

The Demon Dragon King could not have imagined that Long Tianquan would be able to unleash such a fighting power, but he had to take action as the arrow was on the string.

A black dragon roared and rushed towards Long Tianquan, who swung his sword with all his strength. The black dragon resisted for a while, and then was cut open by the sword energy.

The Demon Dragon King looked at the sword energy coming towards him, and was already cut painfully before it reached him.

"Am I going to die like this?"

The Demon Dragon King closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, waiting for death to come.

A figure appeared on the stage, blocking the terrifying sword energy with one hand.

The man lightly put his hand behind his back, and no one noticed at all that blood was already flowing from the man's palm.

The man said without changing his expression: "In this competition, the Free Swordsman will win!"

The man glanced at Long Tianquan, considered it for a moment and said, "Congratulations, young man!"

Long Tianquan nodded. Just as he was about to say something, the man had disappeared.

Then the host said: "Let us congratulate the youngest recipient of the Gold Medal in history, the Easy Swordsman~!"

The entire soul fighting arena burst into applause, and the voice of "Happy Swordsman" resounded throughout the night sky.

The Demon Dragon King caught up with Long Tianquan and asked the questions in his heart.

"How did you find me?"

Long Tianquan smiled and said: "Brothers, not only will you watch my game, I will also watch your game! Although your soul skills are weird and changeable, they are not without flaws. For example, I The shadow is darker!"

The Demon Dragon King shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You can still observe so carefully in such a fierce battle. It seems that I did not lose unjustly."

Out of sight of the two of them, a man looked at his injured palm and laughed dryly: "This little baby made my hand bleed!"

"Owner, he has left!"

The man called the owner of the field waved his hand and said: "I know, let's get down!"

The owner of the field sighed, thinking that it would be good to have a good master, and then quietly followed Long Tianquan.