The only way

Chapter 201
Massacre? !

Lingchu held the teacup in his hand, and placed it firmly on the tea table. The teacup and the tea table collided lightly, making a slight sound.

In the eyes of the innkeeper, this fellow Taoist Baihu, even after hearing Wantu's name, drank tea as steadily as Mount Tai, his body was as still as a mountain, and he didn't seem worried.

I can't help but feel awe-inspiring in my heart.

As everyone knows, under the cover of the black cloak, the originally white and soft jaw has become a little cold and hard.

Lingchu recalled in her mind the first day she came to the underground black market, the first battle she saw in the underground arena, the monk with red eyes, like a giant bear, with an arm as thick as her waist.

Holding the opponent's leg with both hands, there was a stabbing sound, and blood rained all over the sky.

Tearing people is as easy as tearing paper.

Can my small body withstand this tear?

The tiger mask on Lingchu's face covered the whole face again, covering the expression on his face. He glanced at the shopkeeper indifferently, then got up and went upstairs with an extremely relaxed posture.

Doesn't seem to care who the opponent is at all.

It was not Yu Lingchu's style to admit defeat before fighting.

Trying to put aside the picture in his mind, Lingchu kept comforting himself.

Fighting against thousands of people must be under great pressure. Under heavy pressure, it may be a good opportunity to break through.

Even if you can't beat it, it's a big deal, the second senior brother's surrogate will not be returned, and when the time comes, it should still be okay to call for surrender.

Time passed bit by bit, half a month later, Lingchu's victories had already reached 99 games.

The next match should be the hundredth match, that is, the promotion battle, or in other words, the battle with Wan Tu.

Time, just two days later.

Lingchu dragged his injured leg back to the inn, drank a cup of tea with the innkeeper's sinister smile of interest, ignored the chatter, and said that the innkeeper who was going to the underground arena to support Lingchu that day, He returned to the inn room with a calm face.

On the day of the Lingchu card battle, there were crowds of people on the stands of the underground arena.

As long as it is a battle related to the massacre, the spectators who come to the arena are very enthusiastic, and the arena is overcrowded.

Lingchu's winning rate is not high, and there is nothing outstanding in his daily life. For example, he likes to kill people with a lot of money, and he is undefeated in ten consecutive battles a day.
For the spectators of the arena, Lingchu's performance can only be described as mediocre.

"Hey, brother, you also come to see this competition, how about it, have you made a bet?" On the high stand, a monk looked around, and his eyes fell on the monk next to him. He moved his head closer and spoke in a slightly sharp voice.

The person next to this monk is the innkeeper. The innkeeper said that he would come to cheer for Lingchu, but he actually came. Moreover, he didn't even wear a mask on his face, and he was very calm. The appearance of slender eyes.

The innkeeper was staring intently at the two monks who were standing opposite each other, ready to compete. One was as tall as a mountain, and the other was wearing a black cloak. I couldn't tell what his figure was, but compared to him, he looked extremely petite and Wearing a tiger mask.

Just as he was enjoying watching, he heard a somewhat sharp voice next to his ear, which seemed to be talking to him.

The innkeeper turned his head to look over, and saw a gray wolf mask.

The shopkeeper of the inn was very happy when he saw someone talking to him, and he said with a smile, "Of course, when you come to this underground arena, how can you not place a bet? It's so boring!"

As soon as the words came out, the two looked at each other, even though there was a mask between them, they could still feel the light in each other's eyes.

confidant.

"Fellow, brother!" Gray Wolf Masked Cultivator was so happy that he even raised his sharp voice a little, stretched out his hand and patted the innkeeper on the shoulder, with a tone of resentment for seeing each other late.

"That's not true! When I saw my brother, I felt very cordial." The slender eyes of the innkeeper narrowed his eyes, and then he approached the gray wolf mask monk, "Brother, I will open an inn in this underground black market. At the end, it's very close to this underground arena, brother, if you have time, you can come over to join us."

The gray wolf mask monk squinted his eyes, and patted the innkeeper on the shoulder again, "It's easy to say, brother, I will definitely go and support you."

After watching a competition, he even got a guest for his inn. The innkeeper nodded in satisfaction, pointed to Lingchu who was standing underneath triumphantly, and said, "I'm here, but come to my inn The guests are cheering, after all, they have been together for more than half a year, and they have feelings."

Hearing this, the gray wolf masked monk glanced at Lingchu below in surprise, then paused for a moment on the tiger mask, and said with a smile, "Then we are really destined, that fellow Taoist, I also know him! "

The innkeeper was really shocked, and then smiled, "That's really fate!"

"Indeed, I don't know, brother, who did you bet on?" Gray Wolf Mask monk asked curiously.

"Hehe, who else could it be!" the shopkeeper of the inn laughed, and said with a look of course, "Of course it's the massacre of thousands of people!"

Massacre?
The gray wolf mask monk stared round his eyes, and patted the innkeeper's shoulder heavily with his hand, "That's really... not bad, not bad."

"Brother, what about you?" The innkeeper didn't seem to notice the surprise of the gray wolf mask monk, and still had a smiling face on his face.

"Me? That goes without saying," the gray wolf masked monk paused, and said meaningfully, "Of course it's that white tiger fellow."

After saying a word, the two looked at each other, and there was a moment of silence.

At this moment, the sound of heavy drums echoed.

The competition officially begins.

The confrontation is only in an instant.

Without any reservations, the eight black and white Liangyi swords, the center ink sword, and the nine flying swords suppressed, three locked the air, three fixed the ground, and the third cut down with an unparalleled cold light.

"Roar!"

The human body roars like a beast.

The muscles of Wan Tu's whole body swelled up, his skin was bronzed, and his veins were secretly raised. Under his ferocious face, he let out a roar, punched out of the air, and there was a sonic boom.

The huge fist hit straight at the sword light, without avoiding the sharpness at all.

"Chong!"

Like gold and stone striking each other, the ear-piercing roar echoed above the stands.

The unstoppable sword glow was abruptly blocked by a fist, and the tip of the two swords touched the fist, as if they were still in the air.

However, the trembling sword blade and the fist with the golden light flashing constantly showed that the two were in a state of wrestling.

"Roar!" Roared again, a sea of ​​blood seemed to emerge behind Wan Wantu, the blood on the fist was dyed with golden light, and there was a burst of swelling on the arm, as if there was a little more power out of thin air. The flying sword retreated completely.

The three flying swords flew upside down to Lingchu's side in the air, stood in the air, and the swords sounded.

Looking coldly at the remaining six flying swords of General Suokong and Dingdi flying away, Lingchu beckoned, his clear eyes shining brightly.

According to the master's request, in this underground arena, no other spells or magic tools can be used, only flying swords and sword arrays can be used to hone the sword array.

But in fact, before Lingchu, he had never fully used the Sword Formation Spring and Autumn.

Controlling the nine flying swords is already rare, and requires a lot of spiritual knowledge, and there are not many monks who can completely stop the nine flying swords from appearing and disappearing.

The bloody aura of Ten Thousand Massacres seems very strange, even with the sharpness of nine flying swords, it may not be able to cause too much damage.

The physical body of physical cultivation is not easy to break.

(End of this chapter)