I'm Really a Villain!

He didn't even use a strong pulse technique, only one move of the sword drawing technique, which was so fast that the eyes could not catch it, ended these opponents.

Ten people, twenty people, more and more opponents fell under his hands.

Such a scene also attracted the attention of the organizers, the Angry Family.

In that gambling house, someone even placed a bet on Xu Zimo's Baisheng, but most of the bettors were not optimistic.

Because everyone knows that when a person wins to a certain point in a row, the Fury family will target them in private, and they don't allow this to happen.

……

The manager of the martial arts arena of the Angry family is Nu Shiwu, the younger brother of the Patriarch of the Angry family.

Listening to the servant's report at this moment, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly, and said, "What do you mean, you can't fight in the whole hundred games?"

"It's not that there is no one, Mr. Jianming hasn't come up yet, the key is that we can't control Mr. Jianming," said the servant in a difficult way.

"Idiot," Nu Shiwu said coldly, "Jianming has no shortage of fusion stones at all, he came to the competition arena purely to hone his pulse skills and increase his combat experience.

You go and tell him that a young man of his age has come to the martial arts arena. If he is still a swordsman, he will definitely fight. "

"Your subordinate will do it now," the servant nodded hastily.

On the martial arts arena, Xu Zimo has won twenty-nine games.

There are basically no people in the waiting area at Baichang, in fact, it's not that there are no people, to be precise, no one dares to go up.

So far, no one has been able to catch his sword, and there is only one word, death.

Because no one participated in a hundred games, there was a short period of vacuum in the competition.

The surrounding audience chattered.

"There's no one here, so how can you compare?"

"Wait, if no one is really there, it won't work for a hundred times, there are still thousands of times and ten thousand times for people over there.

It's just that the odds of betting have not reached the highest point, and they are waiting for the time. "

"You think this guy is trying to win consecutively, right? From the establishment of our martial arts arena, no one can really win a hundred games in a row."

"It shouldn't be possible, do you know how hard it is to win a hundred games in a row?

There is no rest time in these hundred games, is there enough aura in his body?Will the body be injured and tired?

And this is the very beginning, and the opponents behind will become stronger and stronger, which is unrealistic. "

While everyone was talking, the door to the waiting area was opened again.

A handsome young man came out.

"It's Mr. Jianming," someone on the ring exclaimed.

The loudest voices were some women.

The young man was wearing a robe with sleeves and shoulders and a streamer. There were four layers of clothes, and the inner layer was white and light blue.

The neckline is intertwined with white and blue cloud patterns, the shoulders are decorated with white ribbons and blue gemstones, and the outer robe has layers of undulating dark patterns that are not easy to see clearly.

The young man's eyes were clear, his black hair was tied behind his head in a black bun, and a white headband was tied on his forehead.

With a high nose bridge, fair skin, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, anyone who looks at it will sigh with emotion, what a face.

There was a blue and white long sword hanging from the young man's waist, the sword was engraved with two small characters "剑子", and the rest were some incomprehensible patterns.

The imposing manner of the youth is as dusty as a handsome man walking out of an ancient style.

"Jian Ming," the young man looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly.

"It seems that Mr. Jianming has finally made a move," the women watching the battle said admiringly.

Although most men disdain his appearance, they cannot refute his strength.

"Since Mr. Jianming came to this Fury City three years ago, he has reached the top of the hundred games for three years."

"It should be. Among the people who have played a hundred games, he has won fifty-four games in a row, which should be the most."

Everyone was discussing, regardless of the people from Wanshici, because there are basically old monsters there, and because of the long training time, the younger generation is no match at all.

As for the thousand games, they are some famous seniors.

As for the hundred games, except for some people with low cultivation bases, most of them are contests of the younger generation.

According to the rules of the martial arts arena, if a person with a hundred rounds wants to bid for a thousand rounds, he has three chances to challenge each month.

If you win, you can participate in thousands of competitions. Similarly, it is the same for thousands to ten thousand competitions.

For the sake of fairness and sanction, people with [-] games also have three opportunities to compete in [-] and [-] games every month.

But under normal circumstances, people who played [-] games seldom go to other games. On the one hand, they won the Fusion Stone, and on the other hand, they went to other games, and no one dared to fight them.

Only in situations like Xu Zimo's, when they are almost invincible in their own games, and the odds of the bet reach a certain level, will they make a move.

……

Jianming was surrounded by sword intent, and he looked at Xu Zimo calmly.

When the sword drawing sound sounded, Jian Ming closed his eyes slightly and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The lingering sword intent directly annihilated Xu Zimo's saber energy and disappeared.

Although the saber energy was annihilated, the strength contained in it still made Jian Ming take more than three steps back.

Jian Ming's pupils shrank, and when the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, there was wind and thunder flashing on the sword, and Wu Geng's sword intent surrounded the surroundings and shot straight into the sky.

"You are very strong," Jian Ming said, looking at Xu Zimo.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?" Xu Zimo smiled.

"Only the strong have the meaning of fighting," Jian Ming stared, and took half a step back with his right hand.

I saw him holding the sword in his right hand, tilted a little bit, surrounded by the sword intent, behind him appeared countless long swords condensed with sword intent.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect," Jian Ming said lightly, and thrust forward the long sword in his hand.

Just hearing the sound of "boom", countless strands of sword intent pierced through behind him, the void was pierced, and the space was broken into pieces.

Xu Zimo raised his head and pointed lightly at the long knife in his hand.

Chapter 670 Blood sacrifice

When the long knife was raised, Xu Zimo waved his hand in mid-air, and the knife energy drew a transparent barrier in front of him.

All the ten thousand swords were blocked by the barrier.

The sword inscription on the opposite side looked solemn, and on the three-foot blue and white sword, an aurora shot straight into the sky.

The whole sword was full of sword energy, and the surrounding clouds were divided.

I saw him stepping up into the air, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

"Shaking Sky Shadowless Sword," Young Master Jian Ming shouted softly, and his figure completely disappeared from the arena.

The arena at this moment is full of afterimages of swords, lights and swords echoing.

The dense sword light occupied the entire competition platform, as if the space was split into countless fragments in front of him.

"It's all flashy moves," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

He stretched out his right hand, held the knife and just blocked it lightly in mid-air, and he didn't see any other movements from him.

The sound of "rumbling" exploded all around, and the entire space of the arena was completely submerged in it.

The people watching the battle could hardly see anything clearly, and the sword prison surrounded the entire arena.

There was a big explosion with a "boom", and the competition arena completely collapsed.

When all the sword intents shattered the entire space, as if a flying mosquito could die tens of millions of times, the audience watching the battle gradually saw the scene inside.

A series of cracks spread down from the competition ring under his feet, and the sound of "click, click, click" sounded.

The arena was collapsing little by little, and everyone was amazed. You must know that this arena was specially built for fighting, and it has a very strong bearing capacity.

"Master Jianming is strong again," someone murmured.

Xu Zimo still stood calmly in the center of the ring.

Accompanied by a ray of sword light falling from the void, Jian Ming's figure slowly appeared to the side.

He raised his right hand, and the sword light turned into his saber and landed in his hand.

"No one of my age can catch my sword," Jian Ming said flatly.

He looked at Xu Zimo, as if he was waiting for something, but the scene where Xu Zimo's body was torn apart did not happen.

With a "poof", the robe on his abdomen suddenly shattered, and a line of blood shot out from it.

"How come, when?" Mr. Jian Ming half-kneeled on the ground, looking at Xu Zimo in horror.

In his sight, Xu Zimo just held up the knife and didn't move at all.

He obviously escaped, why was he still hit by the knife.

Looking at the figure standing in the middle of the ring, he felt inexplicably shivering.

"Could it be that from the first time I made a sword, he could clearly see the trajectory of all my sword skills.

So his saber didn't move, because that's where my swordsmanship must pass," Jian Ming boldly guessed.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the knife in him.

"Eyes can be deceiving sometimes," Xu Zimo turned around and said flatly.

"Why are you okay?" Jian Ming said unwillingly.

"Because you are too weak." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly and said, "I am on the fifth floor, but you are only on the first floor."

Seeing this scene, the audience below exploded, and couldn't believe the scene in front of them at all.

"Master Jianming lost? How is this possible?"

"What is the origin of that guy, I have never seen it before."

In the auditorium at this moment, the handsome man who had lent Xu Zimo a knife before squinted his eyes slightly.