Chapter 665: 10-word brutality
Watching the two scimitars kill them like a whirlwind.
There was a sneering smile on the corner of the one-eyed man's mouth. He gently stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the big knife in the back flew straight out.
This is a wide knife, about half a meter wide, with two slots in the blade, like gears.
Different from Mu Zhoubai's moves, his movements are wide open, and he has a great momentum when he is closed.
Knifes collided, bursts of sparks.
Mu Zhoubai's face changed slightly, and he felt the power from the opponent's wide knife, even stronger than himself.
He quickly stabilized his body, kept evading, and attacked with the airtight knife.
"Brother Mu's attack is more flexible and changeable, but the strength is worse," Liu Rufeng said.
"However, although the opponent is strong, but there is no skill in terms of speed and moves, it is too early to talk about success or failure."
The two people on the ring are fierce in one move.
Gradually, as time passed, the one-eyed man was anxious.
This Mu Zhoubai was like a loach, let alone an attack, he couldn't even touch it, and under the powerful force of the opponent's knife, he had been slightly injured, and his body was somewhat scarred.
"Do you just hide?" Said the one-eyed man indignantly.
"Cross killing knife," Mu Zhoubai sneered as the one-eyed man revealed a flaw.
Then he saw his two scimitars crossed together to form a cross pattern.
His figure seemed to merge with the void, leaving only the cross-knife in the whole world, and his people disappeared.
Before the one-eyed man reacted, he only heard the sound of "boom", and the cross knife was fast printed on his chest.
Immediately after that, blood was scattered, and a cross knife penetrated his chest and appeared behind.
Mu Zhoubai's figure also disappeared behind him, holding a cross knife and looking at him coldly.
"How come," the one-eyed man looked down at the wound on his chest, and then fell to the ground, and the body was split apart.
"Baichang Mu Zhou Baisheng," the referee said lightly beside him.
As a referee here, he is used to life and death.
Countless people die here every day, both local and foreign. Life is the least valuable here.
As the guard dragged the one-eyed man's body down, the referee looked at Mu Zhoubai and asked: "You have won his 80 pieces of fusion stone now, do you want to continue?"
"Why not?" Mu Zhoubai smiled lightly.
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There is a very magnificent restaurant next to Biwutai at this moment.
The restaurant is called Qunying Building, which is divided into six floors.
The first four floors can be entered with money, the fifth floor needs some identity, as for the sixth floor, it is prepared for the real heroes.
It is said that only those who have won 100 games in a row at the Competitive Tower are eligible to come to the sixth floor of this group of British buildings.
At the moment on the fifth floor of Qunying Building, it is divided into small private rooms.
Because the restaurant is close to the Biwu ring platform, looking down from above, you can basically see the whole picture of the Biwu ring platform.
This is also a place of rare scenery.
"Master, they all went to the contest," in the private room, Nu Yang was drinking while listening to the report of the next man.
"Win?" Nu Yang asked lightly at the window.
"Winning a game, they are on the side of a hundred fusion stones," the next person said respectfully.
"Let the old deadwood go next time," Nu Yang said lightly.
"Master, this is not appropriate. We seldom manipulate the rivalry of Biwu Challenge," the man paused and explained tentatively.
"Afu, what I said doesn't work?" Nu Yang turned his head and chuckled lightly.
"Don't dare, my subordinates will arrange it here," seeing Nu Yang smiled, the next person nodded quickly.
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Mu Zhoubai waited for a long time on the competition ring.
While being impatient, the underground gate was opened and an old man came out of it.
When the old man came out, the audience watching around was shocked.
"Old boneless man, doesn't this guy often go to ten thousand times?
How come there will be a hundred times, "someone wondered.
"Could someone offend him?" The person next to him speculated.
"I don't know, but the kid on the opposite side is miserable."
"There is nothing miserable, just meet the old boneless old man and just surrender, and just lose some fusion stones."
There was a lot of discussion around, and it was clear that this boneless old man had a great name.
He usually compares over 10,000 games, because he wins one game with 10,000 fusion stones, and he ca n’t even look down on a hundred games.
The boneless old man wore a large black robe and wrapped his entire body in it.
When he walked up, he made a very harsh sound of "creak".
"Acknowledge defeat, this man is a bit dangerous," Huang Fu Xianyue said solemnly in the lower field.
"But according to Brother Mu's personality, it should not be so easy to admit defeat," Fang Xiang said.
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Mu Zhoubai looked up at the old man in front of him and saw that he slowly pulled out the double knives behind him.
With both hands clenched, the body's momentum increased slightly.
With a "boom", he saw a slight half-step on his right foot, and the whole person swooped in.
There were cracks on the floor under the feet.
Seeing Mu Zhoubai killed, the old boneless man still lowered his head and saw no movement.
The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. At the next moment, the old boneless man suddenly looked up.
His face hidden in a black robe became clear, only to see that his face was thin and there was no flesh, only pale skin.
Even more frightening is that he has no eyes, and there are two pale blue flames in his eyes.
When Mu Zhoubai saw the two groups of flames, the whole person seemed to be struck by thunder and instantly froze in place.
"No, it's a soul attack," Liu Rufeng stood up quickly.
The old boneless man smiled cruelly. He stretched out his right hand, palms up, and forefinger raised slightly.
Just listen to the sound of "Boom" ~ www.readwn.com ~ The hard ring was broken and a huge white bone came out from under Mu Zhoubai.
Straight through his back, nailed it to the ring, on the bones.
Blood splattered in the air, Mu Zhoubai died unconsciously on the bone throughout his life.
The blood on the bones was shocking, and Huangfu Xianyue's eyes were slightly condensed.
"This guy is not a level at all," Fang Xiang said.
"I think we made a mistake," Xu Zimo said.
"In the younger generation, you are indeed the strongest disciples, and there are even opponents among your peers.
But this is on the competition stage, regardless of age, and those older than you can easily defeat you. "
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Liu Rufeng took a deep breath and walked directly to the contest ring.
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