Chapter 103: Ten-game winning streak

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Nowadays, Lu Ming's cultivation base has reached the early stage of the eighth layer of the martial arts master, plus the strength of the true dragon tactics.

And Lu Ming's flesh reached the second grade, and He Tie, only finished first grade.

In both respects, Lu Ming surpassed He Tie, so Lu Ming could easily suppress He Tie without any effort.

"He Tie, based on your strength, I am embarrassed to say that I am a strong man? I said, you are no different from Jiang Hao."

Lu Ming's voice sounded, making He Tie roar, and desperately drove to the landing.

"No longer playing with you, it's almost over."

Lu Ming whispered, and then increased his strength.

boom! boom!

Lu Ming continued to show the Yanlong fist. On his fist, there was a mass of red qi wrapped in it. Every time he punched out, there was a faint voice of Long Yin.

He Tie couldn't resist it at all, his figure kept receding.

After a dozen punches, He Tie's throat was sweet, and a spit of blood spewed out.

He Tie is going to lose!

The audience watched this scene silently. They knew that He Tie's defeat was determined and he was unable to return to heaven.

bump! bump!

After a few punches, He Tie shuddered all over his body, and the blood in the air kept overflowing.

At this moment, he really wanted to admit defeat directly, but remembered what he said just now, the word "confess defeat", he suffocated back.

Lu Ming sneered and added another force.

Card wipe!

He Tie's arm heard the sound of broken bones. His body retreated, and Lu Ming rushed up, punching He Tie's stomach.

He Tie screamed, his sturdy body flew out more than ten meters, and fell heavily on the battle platform, causing the battle platform to make a violent shock.

Lu Ming stepped out, came to He Tie, looked down at He Tie, said with a smile: "You just said, you want to pinch my bone?"

"No...no, there is no such thing as a chapter, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

He Tie looked at Landing Ming's indifferent eyes, and his heart was cold, frightened to the point that he couldn't be added, and hurriedly shouted "confess".

He knew that if he didn't admit defeat, Lu Ming would really break his bones.

"Oh? Acknowledge defeat? Then you can get off the battle platform. You said it yourself. If you break the contract, I don't mind if you break the contract.

Lu Ming sneered.

He Tie's face was ugly and he was going to die. He did say before that if he conceded, he would get off the battle platform.

But at that time, he thought he had won, and he never thought he would lose, so he said that.

Now I really lose. In front of so many people, tell him to get off the battle platform. How did he do it?

But if he didn't do it, Lu Ming could use this as an excuse to continue attacking him.

"Lu Ming, don't go too far, it's better to stay alive."

In the stands, Yao Tianyu stood up and said coldly.

"Leave a line of life? Yao Tianyu, why didn't you see you stay a line of life? Now your people lie at my feet like a dog, but I stand up and say what is a line of life, what the **** is you?"

Lu Ming glanced at Yao Tianyu and shouted directly.

Yao Tianyu's face was instantly ugly and ugly.

"Yao Tianyu, you don't have to talk nonsense there, because it's your turn soon."

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he no longer looked at Yao Tianyu and continued to look at He Tie, saying: "Are you going to roll? If not, I will let you roll."

If you raise your foot, you must step on He Tie's body.

During this process, the middle-aged referee said nothing.

He also wants to maintain any agreement reached on the battle platform.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I get out! I get out!"

He Tie shouted suddenly.

Rather than being interrupted by Lu Ming, he finally chose ‘roll’.

Immediately, he rolled up on the platform in humiliation, awkward and ridiculous, and even rolled dozens of times before he thumped and fell off the platform.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, half-sounding, before making a laugh.

He Tie's face was flushed, and he no longer confessed himself. He never stayed again and ran out of the bronze platform.

After today, He Tie will completely become a laughing stock.

In the stands, Yao Tianyu's body of murder could not be changed.

He Tie is his man, He Tie is shameful, he also followed the shame.

"Lu Ming, Lu Ming, Lu Ming, I will not kill you, I swear not to be a man!"

Yao Tianyu roared in his heart, the murderous Ling Xian was incomparable.

At this time, the referee announced that Lu Mingsheng.

With nine straight wins, Lu Ming has reached nine straight wins and is only one step away from ten straight wins.

Countless people have shown their looking eyes.

In the first year of entry, you can rush to the bronze list, not much in the history of the Xuanyuan sword faction.

In the past ten years, there was only one person.

That is one of the golden class disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School today, and also the first master of all the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School.

Feng Wuji is a true peerless genius.

Lu Ming, can it be achieved?

"In the next game, Lu Ming will play against the strong nine-game winning streak. Who will come to fight for your nine-game winning streak?"

The middle-aged referee announced.

Half a ring, no one spoke.

A nine-game winning streak is only one game away from a ten-game winning streak. Of course, be cautious and cautious. Otherwise, if you lose, you will give up.

The strength revealed by Lu Mingzhan is unfathomable. Those disciples who have already won nine games in a row are not sure, and will naturally not easily play.

After waiting for a while, and seeing that no one came forward, the referee said: "Well, since no one came up on my own initiative, then I will draw the lottery. Whoever draws it must come up."

This is also one of the rules of the Bronze Platform. It is mandatory to play. If this is not the case, some people are relatively strong, and no one dares to fight one, so can this person not attack the Bronze List?

After the referee finished speaking, someone immediately took the stage and handed him a box.

Inside the box, there are the names of all the nine-game winning disciples present.

The referee randomly fumbled for a while, and took out a bamboo stick with a name written on it.

"Wu Hao, you go up for a fight."

The referee's voice spread throughout the audience.

In the Western Grandstand, a young man stood up with a trace of helplessness on his face.

Now that he has been drawn, he can only fight one battle.

Wu Hao jumped a few times and landed on the battle platform.

"Brother Lu, please!"

Wu Hao clenched his fists and his face was very dignified.

Lu Ming can easily suppress He Tie, making him feel a lot of pressure.

"Please!" Lu Ming said.

When the referee announced the start, the two fought together.

Wu Hao's ability to win a nine-game winning streak is naturally a matter of course.

He has a martial arts skill and a swordsmanship, all of which are top-grade yellow, and he has already practiced to the sixth level. His talent is not high.

Unfortunately, he met Lu Ming and was destined to lose.

Lu Ming did not exert his full strength. With the giant sword in his hand, he displayed the streamer sword technique and fought dozens of moves with Wu Hao before defeating Wu Hao.

Ten consecutive victories, after defeating Wu Hao, it means ten consecutive victories.

And a ten-game winning streak means you are on the bronze list.

The audience was boiling.