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Chapter 200 Black Clothes and Black Face King of Eternal Night
"Dear viewers, today the ten promotion matches in the Global Martial Arts Southern Division have all been completed. First of all, let us congratulate Ximen Laixue, Zhang Chengyang, Gu Mujing, Situ Wuqing, and Liu Keke for successfully advancing to the top 64 in the Southern Division. "

The host took control of the audience with a microphone, but the audience, who had gradually calmed down, burst into heat again when they heard the host still talking nonsense.

"Let's not listen to this nonsense, hurry up to the next game!" a spectator shouted at the top of his voice.

"Next game! Next game!" Followed by a large crowd of spectators.

"We want to watch the game!"

"Get started!"

Okay, now we're going to watch the game?Haven't you seen enough of ten games a day?And it seems that during the day you don't look very energetic, do you?
Of course, the host didn't dare to confront so many opposing voices. After briefly congratulating the five people who advanced, he directly turned the topic to the next game, and said passionately:

"I believe everyone knows that in yesterday's promotion competition, there was a match that was questioned by the audience as a fake match. Here, on behalf of the Global Martial Arts Conference, I promise to everyone that the official personnel of this global practice are very satisfied with this Global Martial Arts Conference. Absolutely uphold a fair and impartial attitude, and will never break the rules of the Global Martial Arts Conference because of self-interest."

"Of course, our global practice firmly does not allow such acts of breaking the rules of the tournament, cheating, and cracking down on counterfeiting. We want to kill them in the cradle. I hope all players participating in the Global Martial Arts Conference will warn and play fair!"

The host put a lot of emphasis on the word 'cracking down on counterfeiting', which obviously meant something.

"According to public opinion and following the wishes of the players, we have decided to conduct a rematch today for a 'questioned match' that occurred in yesterday's match."

It really is a rematch!
"Wow~~!"

The sound of mountains roaring and tsunami erupted at the scene. Everything before was just speculation without official confirmation. Now that it finally got official confirmation, everyone couldn't hold it back and shouted one after another.

"In order to make the match more fair and open, we specially adopted the substitution system for the rematch, replacing player Dynasty with player Ximen Laixue, so as to prevent fake matches from happening again." The host once again released a bomb, which exploded. There are ripples all around.

"Oh my god! It's Ximen Laixue, a top [-] Asian server player!"

"Isn't this a bit too difficult? Ximen Laixue is a powerhouse in the third level of Concentration!"

"I've checked Mu Chang'an's ranking, and he's ranked 99th on the global Martial Arts sub-list.

"It's two realms short, it's impossible to win against Ximen Laixue, right?"

The audience will always be like this. If you win a match with low strength, they will say that you are playing a counterfeit match, but if you play a few levels higher than you and obviously have no chance of winning, they will start to sympathize with you.

The vacillation is for the people who eat melons.

"Contestants Mu Chang'an and Ximen Laixue are invited!" With the shout of the host, it was also announced that this 'proof match' was about to begin.

The eyes of the audience, the cameras of the major platforms turned to the players' seats.

White clothes and white sword.

Black clothes and black knives.

shoulder to shoulder.

The last touch of sunset glow lengthened the figures of the two of them, taking away the last trace of color from the horizon.

"Whoo~"

A gust of wind blew, blowing the gown rustling.

This is destined to be a game that attracts worldwide attention.

The eyes of the whole country and the whole world are watching here, watching this small arena.

The referee was an old man over half a century old, without a single wrinkle on his old face, Gu Bo stood there calmly, waiting for Mu Changan and Ximen Laixue to enter the ring.

Wait until the two are seated.

Only then did the old man say: "This is a self-certification match, just click to the end."

Having said that, as for whether to listen or not, that is up to the contestants themselves, and the old man seemed to understand this truth, so he didn't need to answer from Mu Changan and Ximen Laixue after finishing speaking, he just skipped the topic and said in a deep voice: "The competition begins! "

After finishing speaking, the old man jumped off the ring, stood under the ring and looked at the stage quietly.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually cooled down, and the huge city that never sleeps fell into silence. When night came, little neon lights climbed up like a thousand flowers and trees to light up the whole city that never sleeps.

"Hoo~!"

The wind blowing from nowhere blows across the city that never sleeps, and the nights in late autumn are always a bit cold, making the spectators wrap up their clothes tightly.

A cool moon looms, and the moon shines on the earth, with silvery light and beauty.

But no one was going to appreciate the beauty of the city that never sleeps anymore, everyone's eyes were focused on the arena, the breeze blew up, and the two black and white figures were intertwined, like a silver moon confronting darkness, ghostly and lonely.

Silently, the sword wiped and separated, and the fires splashed in the night, like fireworks blasted from firecrackers into the sky.

The audience is obsessed with watching, like watching the silent fighting of knights in ink TV, solemn and atmospheric.

The shadows are silent, and they are also silent.

He tightly grabbed the corner of his companion's clothes, pursed his trembling lips, and widened his eyes, which reflected the fierce and enchanting fight.

The night in the city that never sleeps, coupled with this black and white shadow, is like a beautiful ink painting.

God is also interested in adding some brush and ink to this painting, and the white of a plum blossom swayed down, crossing the middle of the black and white figure, and dripping onto the wooden floor.

"tread!"

A black shoe stepped on it, and the snow sank deep into the floor, never to be seen again.

"You are very strong!" Ximen Laixue's sword had been unsheathed at some point, trembling slightly in his hand, as if it was about to be released the next moment.

Since he was promoted to the top [-] of the sub-ranking list, he has never met such a strong opponent. He can't beat him in ten moves, and even vaguely beat him in terms of kung fu.

"You're not weak." The dawn of the coming early winter could no longer cool the blood in Mu Chang'an's body, and the life and death knife in his hand was covered with thin layers of white mist, and he left with a move of "Feng Hua Xue Yue".

Fierce battle.

Ximen Chuuxue was not afraid at all, the long sword whined softly, and the human sword turned into a white light and pierced Chang'an, reaching the state of "human and sword in one".

"Boom~"

Although there was no sound in the sword dancing and knife chopping, the light curtain of the ring was quietly shattered, and a gust of wind and fierce sword energy suddenly dispersed to the surroundings.

"Roar!"

The wind roared.

The sword is angry.

The audience all around couldn't resist, tearing, backing, tearing, backing.

In the end, the land of ten feet was empty.

"This is the real strong man!..." A spectator muttered to himself in shock as he looked at the bloodstains on his hand that had been blown by the wind.

"The sub-top [-] are so strong, how exaggerated should the global top [-] be!"

"It's really not in vain to wait today, it's so enjoyable to watch!"

"A year ago, I had the honor to watch the decisive battle between two strong men in the state of concentration on the top of the Great Wall. The battle lasted for three days and three nights. There was no light day and night, and the heavy snow gave way. It's nothing more than a competition between fireflies and bright moons."

"Perhaps you can only see fights beyond this level in global competitions..."

Everyone was shocked, amazed, and satisfied.

But no one cares about who wins or loses this game, and no one remembers their original intention for watching this game. Now everyone has only one thought in their minds, to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime visual feast.

Not only at the scene, but also on the Internet. The cameraman has already fixed his perspective on the ring. Although the online viewers cannot personally experience everything that happens on the ring, they can still feel the passionate battle.

I don’t know when the barrage has disappeared, and there is no one left. I don’t know when the forum stopped posting. I don’t know when the hot topic has no reply.

At this moment, hundreds of millions of people are watching this silent but exciting competition.

"嗖~嗖~嗖~嗖~"

The four gray-robed old men flew around the arena and shot out several bursts of spiritual power with both hands, and an oval mask re-wrapped the entire arena with a 'buzz'.

Several people in charge of the VIP seats who had been watching the game also had different expressions on their faces. Zheng Qingxuan wore a black windbreaker, her face was expressionless, but her heart was filled with joy.

Chairman Liu Mou looked at the arena with great interest, then at Wang Mian, and occasionally glanced at Zheng Qingxuan, showing some curiosity.

Wang Mian's complexion was already a little ugly, and he didn't expect that he had a lot of calculations, and even sent Ximen Laixue, who was one level higher than the Dynasty, to participate in this proof competition to ensure nothing went wrong, but the current situation is still beyond his control. expected.

The world's top [-] players in the world's practice list actually fought back and forth with an unknown person, and it seems that the gap between the two sides has gradually widened, and practitioners with a little discernment can see that if this continues, Ximen Laixue Failure is a matter of time.

In fact, even if Ximen Laixue wins in the end, Mu Changan's proof match can be regarded as a successful pass, and no one will say anything about Mu Changan playing a fake match.

Because the strength he displayed has already surpassed the second level of concentration.

"This kid has unlimited potential, so we must get rid of it as soon as possible." Wang Mian looked at Mu Changan, who was getting more and more courageous in the ring, his eyes rolled around.

……

After the turmoil subsided, Ximen Laixue took seven steps back, half of his body almost touching the fence of the ring. This time, he finally lost the wind.

Mu Chang'an is dressed in black and has a black face, with the Life and Death Sword tilted downward at 45 degrees, and his whole body is super-burning, like a war god from hell, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Shh!"

The saber suddenly melted, and with a huge saber aura, it slashed towards Ximen Laixue.

Ximen Laixue's eyes narrowed slightly, and the spiritual energy of the spirit sword in his hand exploded three points, and he directly chose to be tough.

"Ding!"

"boom!"

In the end, it was due to lack of strength, excessive consumption of spiritual power in the body, and the sword energy would be defeated in one blow, and the sword energy continued to kill Ximen Laixue with a destructive momentum.

'Pfft~'

The saber energy formed by the gathering of spiritual power penetrated deeply into Ximen Laixue's body, a mouthful of blood sprayed into the sky, then flew out of the ring, and fell heavily on the ground.

Life and death do not know.

The match was over, and everyone stared blankly at this scene, there was no cheering, no shock, only the cool breeze, and the man in black with a black face and a black and white sword standing on the ring.

"tread!"

He moved.

Hundreds of millions of eyes followed closely.

Under the black mask, what kind of face is it at this moment?
They want to know.

Suddenly, he spoke.

The voice is hoarse and deep.

"Who dares to say that I admire someone for playing match-fixing."

The voice is like a scythe, and the words are like a king in the eternal night, which shakes people's minds.

Yes!

Who dares to say that Mu Chang'an played fake matches?

This battle has let the world see Mu Changan's strength.

How could someone who could defeat even Ximen Laixue, who was in the third level of Concentration, be defeated by a dynasty that only had the second level of Concentration?

nonexistent.

Night is deep.

The silver moon is shining, and the long snow is shining on the earth.

The first snow in early winter has arrived.

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