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"Yes, the game of 100 people is getting more and more tragic as the 100 people goes. The opponents in the first fifty games are easier to deal with, while the opponents in the last fifty games are all elites among the elites, and they cannot be taken lightly in any game. This feeling of fighting against geniuses is really wonderful." Liu Bo also agreed.

"We just won ten consecutive victories, and are still far from the goal of 100 people. You should be more realistic and observe the true strength of others." Mo Binglian interrupted.

"In the morning's game, the cultivators were fighting with less than fifty consecutive victories. There was no too exciting scene and it was not very referenceable. In the afternoon's game, all the cultivators fought with more than fifty consecutive victories. It was extremely exciting and must not be missed." Ge Shuxuan said disrespectfully.

With the strength of the three, it is indeed difficult to arouse their interest in the morning game. Even if there are occasionally several powerful players, they will be able to win quickly because of their opponents' cowardice, and there is not much to learn from.

The morning competition was very fast, with fifty rings and no time to spare.

After the afternoon game began, Liu Bo and the other two began to watch it carefully.

The number of monks who have won more than fifty games in a row has decreased a lot, and the Spirit of Magical Weapon has only arranged two rings to compete.

The afternoon game was very tragic. Many times, both sides of the game would suffer losses, and even the winner would often have to pay a lot of money.

These players are real geniuses. Any one of them has their own unique skills. Every game is exciting and benefits people a lot.

During the whole afternoon of the game, the three of them did not miss a single game, and they were distracted from each game. They carefully studied the strengths of others and absorbed the experiences and lessons of the losers.

In the afternoon, although the three of them did not have a competition, after observing so many life-and-death battles, they made considerable progress in terms of mood and experience.

The next day, all three of them completed ten more games.

Wu Xin was delayed yesterday and did not come to the arena to cheer for Mo Binglian. He would not miss the opportunity again today. He had already arrived at the arena to wait early. After Mo Binglian appeared, he was always around her, which made Mo Binglian very upset.

"Uncle Wuxin, as a disciple of the True Teaching Hall, you have won the title of Thousand People Slaying this time. There must be a lot of things. I won't bother you to come and cheer in person in the future. In fact, standing next to me will bring great pressure to me, and will affect my performance. If Uncle Wuxin really considers me, just agree to my request!" Mo Binglian could no longer suppress the boredom in her heart. Ruo Wuxin was not a respected True Teaching disciple. She would never speak so tactfully.

Wu Xin still had the indifferent smile, gentle and elegant appearance, and he could not tell what he was thinking from his appearance.

"I didn't expect that I was enthusiastic about doing bad things. Then I will come and check it out in the future, and you must also be careful. I am not worried about your strength. With your talent, you will be awarded the title of Thousand Persons. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be great hope. But there is no slight compassion on the arena. At this point, you must not be used by the other party. This is all the words. Take care of Binglian!"

After Wuxin finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Bo next to him indifferently before strode away.

Although Wuxin's eyes only stayed on Liu Bo's body for a moment, Liu Bo felt the bone-broken coldness from it, as if he was a dead person in Wuxin's eyes.

Liu Bo's spiritual sense was extremely keen. He knew that his feelings were definitely not an illusion. It seemed that Wuxin had regarded himself as a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh. If he was given a chance, he would definitely kill himself decisively.

Wuxin was able to win the title of Thousand Man Slash in the competition of the supernatural power cultivator, and his strength was absolutely powerful. There is no doubt that Liu Bo would be in danger at any time when he went against such a powerful supernatural power cultivator.

If it were other things, Liu Bo might choose to give in before he fully grew up, but he would not make any compromises in pursuing Mo Binglian. Even if Wuxin has won the title of Thousand Man Slaying in the Divine Power Stage, he dared to fight him.

With unintentional threats, Liu Bo is eager to have stronger strength and is even more urgent.

Brother Shuxuan saw everything about the three of them and was very clear about the situation Liu Bo faced in the future. He walked to Liu Bo and said, "No matter who you face, no matter what your situation is, as your senior brother, I will always support you!"

Looking at Brother Shuxuan's sincere gaze, a warm current surged in Liu Bo's heart, and he punched Brother Shuxuan and said, "I didn't say anything, I will be brothers in life and death in the future!"

Mo Binglian looked at the movements of the two, and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

After the three of them separated, Liu Bo prepared to turn back to his residence and sort out all the gains of today.

While walking slowly, he suddenly felt a little palpitations. This feeling was extremely strong, and it was the first time Liu Bo had experienced this.

Being robbed and killed in the Heavenly Demon Prison is a common small matter. I don’t know how many such things will happen every day. If I die because of this, I can only blame myself for being unlucky and no one will come forward to investigate.

Such a strong warning sign could make his heart rise, I guess the person who came must be a master in the period of supernatural powers. Liu Bo thought about it and quickly made a decision.

"Suffer to die!"

Accompanied by this extremely cold sentence, a mountain of magical powers was smashed towards Liu Bo.

Only then did Liu Bo see clearly what the person is looking at.

The supernatural cultivator who assassinated Liu Bo had an extremely ordinary image, and even if he was not handsome, he could not be said to be ugly. A very popular face made people easily ignore his existence.

Although he just glanced in a hurry, Liu Bo had already judged that this was definitely a cultivator in the supernatural power stage who was good at assassinating.

This kind of assassin in the supernatural power stage is the most difficult to deal with when encountering in a hurry. Because they are good at assassination and are best at creating opportunities. If they are not careful, even monks with higher levels than their level are at risk of death.

"I didn't expect that Wu Xin really respected me and actually sent an assassin from the magical power stage to assassinate him. He was really cruel and ruthless. He just left and sent a killer. It seems that his hatred for him must be very strong!" Liu Bo had already judged that this was definitely a killer sent by Wu Xin.

Fortunately, Liu Bo was prepared in advance and could still deal with the crisis calmly.

Liu Bo's wrist shook and a round bead flew towards the stone mountain above.

The magical powers displayed by cultivators in the supernatural power stage, regardless of the level, are very powerful for Liu Bo, and even if he uses magical spiritual skills, it is difficult to resist.

Fortunately, Liu Bo also has a low-grade Taoist artifact, Xuan Water Bead. This Taoist artifact is not only a treasure that assists the cultivation of water-based spiritual root cultivators, but also an extremely powerful attack magic weapon.

Although it is only a low-grade Taoist weapon, its power is better than that of the monks in the magical power stage. The Xuanshui Beads fly higher and higher, and it will soon collide with Shishan.

"Bang..."

Just like Mars hitting the Earth, the two collided and made a deafening loud noise.

In order to launch this attack, all the spiritual lakes in Liu Bo's sea of ​​consciousness dried up and all his magic power was lost.

"The power of the Taoist weapon is really huge, but it consumes too much mana. Fortunately, I can quickly replenish my dry mana, otherwise I will not be able to continue fighting after I send this attack."

Liu Bo took out a lot of ethical pills to take it, and the mana in the spiritual lake began to recover quickly.

After blocking the fatal blow of the monk in the supernatural power stage, Liu Bo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. According to his vision, as long as he successfully blocked the first attack, he could quickly turn defeat into victory and suppress the opponent.

Liu Bo put away the Xuanshui beads and a small drum appeared in his hand.

He activated his entire body's magic power again and beat the drum.

"Dong...Dong..."

Two long and thick drum sounds sounded, and two consecutive invisible ripples pierced into the killer's sea of ​​consciousness.

The killer was about to mobilize his mana and send a stronger blow when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul. All the condensed mana dissipated. He no longer had to attack again, and his whole mind was used to fight against the strange drum sounds that seemed to be able to kill the soul.

After two drums, while the killer's soul fell into chaos, Liu Bo immediately used the magical soul attack technique "Drunk Hongchen".

Liu Bo’s biggest advantage is that his soul is strong, and even compared with a cultivator in the Divine Power Stage, he will not be much inferior. Now the killer’s soul is attacked by the regretful God Drum, and he has already suffered some damage. If he is attacked by the “Zui Hongchen”, it is naturally even more difficult to resist.

Unconsciously, the killer's consciousness was completely controlled by the "Drunk Hongchen" and fell into a illusion.

The flying sword in Liu Bo's hand flew quickly and cut off the man's head neatly.

Finally, the killer was killed, and Liu Bo's back was covered in cold sweat.

After putting the killer's body into the storage ring, Liu Bo quickly left the place.

Although this battle was short, it was extremely dangerous. Liu Bo's response was tied up with one another. If there was a slight mistake, it was probably Liu Bo himself who died in the end.

The most dangerous level among them is to resist the first full-strength attack of the monk in the magical power stage. If he cannot defend successfully, he may be seriously injured and the subsequent battle will become even more dangerous.

If he cannot defend successfully, he may be seriously injured and the subsequent battle will become even more dangerous.

After returning to his residence, Liu Bo calmed down and thought carefully. After returning to his residence, Liu Bo calmed down and thought carefully.
Chapter completed!