People Are in Douluo, Good at Hugging Thighs

And the guy in front of him happened to have a bad temper.

Ning Xiaotian's eyes flickered, and he looked at himself secretly. In the battle of life and death, the enemy's character, height, weight, arm span...even the length of the weapon, at the right time, can be transformed into his own advantages, making the battle easier to win .

"Clang!" The death bell rang.

"Boy, die for me!" The giant man glared angrily, shouted, with his head slightly lowered, he rushed over with his shield buried in his body, his broad blade behind him.He has a straight temper, but it doesn't mean he is stupid. A character who can win 29 games in a row is not a simple character.

Walking with a shield is the safest probing strategy.

Ning Xiao remained unmoved until the opponent was almost two meters away when he moved.

Leaning forward suddenly, holding the sword in both hands, he charged straight in the face, and in an instant came one meter away, swiping the sword across.

"So fast!" The giant man subconsciously lowered his body, revealing only a pair of slightly squinted tiger eyes, holding a shield to block.

This is the time!

Bow your head and press your body, follow you like a shadow!

"No attack?" The giant man lowered his shield, and there was no one in front of him. He was surprised: "Disappeared?"

"You're too tall..." Suddenly came a low voice from behind.

Pooh!Throat pierced!

Blood spurts!

"Uh... Gulu..." The giant man's eyes widened, he felt the blade being pulled out of his throat, the broad knife fell, and his right hand quickly covered his throat, trying to stop the flow of life, but the blood continued to spurt out I wanted to ask a question, but I couldn't make a sound at all.

"How did this happen? How did he get behind me!?"

"You are too tall!" The giant man recalled Ning Xiaotian's low voice before, and suddenly realized.

That's right, the opponent rushed over and swung his sword, the speed was too fast, he subconsciously lowered his body to block, and his front line of sight was blocked by most of it, and coupled with the height difference between the two, the opponent only needs to lower his head a little more, and he can completely move from his own Disappeared from the field of vision, and then came behind him at an extremely fast speed.

The opponent lowered his body and rushed forward not at all to charge up the attack, but to facilitate the acceleration and circle around.

"Such a terrifying fighting talent, it's not unfair to lose..." The last thought flashed through his mind, his right hand hung down weakly, the giant shield slipped from his fingertips, and his body collapsed.

silence!

In the ring-shaped stands, there were no empty seats, and there were expressions of astonishment. Some people opened and closed their lips in a daze, and some raised their hands in mid-air... All beings were in various states of mind, but they could only hear something falling to the ground the sound of.

Is this the end?

Thirty consecutive victories are achieved like this?

"Win... I bet right?" The man sitting in the middle of the stand instinctively snapped his fingers, counting how much money he won, "Golden! Golden!" With a thunderous roar, he was startled awake, and jumped up to join in, shouting loudly, at the top of his lungs: "Golden brilliant!"

There were also people who were depressed, their faces were ashen, and they slumped on their seats weakly.

That's how life is, there are winners and losers.

In the stands, the winner or loser depends on wealth.Under the stands, life and death.

Looking at the giant man soaked in the pool of blood in front of him, Ning Xiaotian was neither sad nor happy. He inserted the long sword into the ground, pressed his palms together, turned his head and glanced at the charming host who was about to speak on the hanging platform in the air, and said lightly: "Continue to the next game."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Yes... yes... please wait a moment." Ning Xiaotian glanced at it, the host felt a chill down his spine, and quickly responded respectfully.

"The next game, to start the next game directly?" The audience froze for a moment.

In the arena of the protagonist, in order to allow the audience to experience the sounds of the battle, such as fists and feet, weapon collisions, bloody screams, etc., the ground and surroundings are hidden with amplifying equipment, and the conversation between the two can reach the stands. All heard.

Watching Ning Xiaotian doze off with his sword in hand, the host seems to be bowing his head to contact... This is true!

Unstoppable roar, cheers!

Contestants choose to continue the challenge, as long as the audience does not leave the venue, there is no need to purchase tickets repeatedly.

There are also people with tangled faces. They want to go out to bet, or make a fortune, or win back the lost bets, but after leaving the field, they not only have to face high-priced ticket purchases, but also whether they can grab seats is also a problem. There are already seats in the stands. full.

The whole stand is boiling!

Ning Xiaotian has won [-] games in a row and created the history of this city, and now he is going to continue to create history. They are the witnesses if they stay, and it would be a pity to miss it.

However, due to the desire for wealth, some people still chose to leave their seats, and the contestants chose to continue the challenge. A new game will be opened immediately in the arena hall, and they can know the outcome of the battle immediately outside.

Money touches people's hearts, but glory is not enough to fill their stomachs. Many people bowed their bodies and left quietly.

Submerged in the cheers, without the slightest ripple.

......

Observatory.

The old man was pacing, his face flushed a little, "We all underestimated him, hand-to-hand combat is his strong point, he is likely to be a war soul master with a sword martial soul, and with such speed, could it be that he came from the wind sword?" Zong’s pride?”

The Spirit Wind Sword Martial Soul of the direct line of the Wind Sword Sect is known for its speed.

"Director, if it's the Wind Sword Sect, we can win over it. After all, it's not the last three sects..." The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi who stood not far away lit up.

The strength of the suzerain of the Wind Sword Sect is still at level 89. He has not been promoted to a title, and the imperial family does not have to be afraid at all.

"That's right, you should immediately send someone to report to His Majesty as quickly as possible. You don't have to insist that this person is from the Wind Sword Sect, just report the battle situation truthfully. In addition, you should apply to His Majesty to send a Gladiator of the Soul Emperor level, just in case. "The old man said anxiously: "This person won so easily, and he dared to directly apply to continue the fight. He must be confident, and he still hides his strength."

"It might even be aimed at Tang Hao's 39-game winning streak back then."

"That's unlikely." The man's eyes widened.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Tang Hao also chose hand-to-hand combat in the 30th match back then. The two can be said to be exactly the same." The old man turned to look at the man with a solemn expression, "Hurry up and arrange it!"

"Yes!" The man cupped his hands and left quickly.

Chapter 192 36 consecutive victories

The old man walked slowly to the window and continued to look down.

In the arena, the corpse of the giant man was dragged away, and a new gladiator entered the arena.

It was a man less than 1.8 meters tall, wearing a streamlined metal light armor, covering the shoulders, chest, forearms and calves. Under the light metal armor, there was a black cloth tights, extending upwards, covering the mouth and nose. Also wrapped.

He walked lightly, and as he walked, three slender claw blades slowly extended from the gauntlets on both arms.

Even the tips of the ten fingers were barbed sharp blades, shining coldly under the light.

"Sensitive skill system! The defense of light armor is not high..." Ning Xiaotian smelled murderous aura, opened his eyes, and quickly made a judgment.

The man approached slowly, and three meters away, the two looked at each other.

In the stands, the shouts stopped abruptly like waves.

And the beautiful host who had finished explaining just kept her eyes on the two of them for a short while, and then pressed the mechanism lightly with her slender hands.

"Ding...ring..." the ear-piercing bell sounded.

"Shua!" The man quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye, and pale yellow dust rolled up on the ground.

"Clang!" Ning Xiaotian was faster, tapped his toes, his body turned into a phantom, and brought up the long sword embedded in the ground.

Like a shadow, start.

"So fast!" All he could see was the shady scene coming diagonally, and the man's heart was shocked. He could feel the extremely fast and domineering power on the blade, and the decision to preemptively strike with speed was like a shattered fairy tale.

The time for the handover of short soldiers was too short, there was no chance to turn around and dodge.

Dodging means giving up the attack and exposing the back to the opponent.

Even if he leaned down to dodge, the momentary center of gravity of the body was out of balance, and it was impossible to avoid the tricky angle of this sword.

The sword is long and the claws are short, so it can't hurt the opponent first...

This sword can only be blocked!

His thoughts disappeared in a flash, and the man reacted immediately, crossing his arms, "My gauntlets are embedded with claw blades, the defense is not low, and the light armor on the chest is enough to resist most injuries, as long as you adjust your body slightly shape, you can also use the strength of this sword to stay away."

He was about to lightly pad his toes, and the sharp blade had already arrived.

"Pfft!" There was no intertwined sound of gold and stone.

"Crack...crack..." The sound of a hard object hitting the ground.

"What a sharp sword!" Unbelievable, the man's eyes widened, looking at the folded arms in front of him, his pupils were bright red, mixed with white lines, "Gulu" Adam's apple rolled, and blood gushed from his flesh and blood Out, flowing from the chest.

"This can be regarded as a relief..." With a murmur, the man looked down at his chest, blood was pouring out, and his life flowed away quickly.

The heavy exhaustion quickly covered up the sharp pain. He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't squeeze out any strength. His hands slipped down uncontrollably, and his legs seemed to be pressed on the Wanjun boulder, pulling his body and falling down slowly.

The scarlet spread downwards, turning into two small pools.

"Wow!" The cheers from outside the arena burst forth, there was no sigh of pity, only uncontrollable fanaticism.

"Next game." Ning Xiaotian was unmoved, and didn't turn around, just looked up at the host.

"Yes... yes..." Amidst the unstoppable cheers, the enchanting woman hastily responded, sweat dripping from her snow-white hair.

"Where did this monster come from?" On the top of the building, the old man murmured, fists clenched tightly, "There are not many high-level soul king gladiators in this arena, and it can only last up to 38 battles at most." , if this young man continues to kill like this..."

"I'm afraid it will be my turn!" Thinking of this, his heart trembled for no reason.

According to the regulations, if the contestants continue to challenge and wait for the gladiators sent by the imperial capital to come, the master of the arena, who is the pinnacle of the soul emperor, is the last barrier. This rule was set by Tang Hao after he completed his record of 39 victories. .

In the past 30 years, no one has broken it.

"That's Tang Hao! Who can break the record he left..." The old man shook his head, and sighed in self-deprecation, "I didn't expect that when I get old, I become timid."

If the opponent is famous and defeated, he may have to die to make amends, and if he loses, he will be more than justified.

In the arena, there is always only one person who can walk out alive.Now that he is full of children and grandchildren, he is worried and doesn't want to go to that point.

But for the honor of the empire, it is incumbent.

"If you can really be such a monster, this old man will be worth it in this life." Looking at the two people standing at each other below, the old man's heart became hot again. It’s good to die of old age in the city, so let’s set an example for the younger generation.”

"And under the watchful eyes of nearly [-] viewers..." Looking down slowly for a week, he smiled, "My grandson should be proud of me when he grows up."

Outside the window, thousands of people stood up, and the crazier cheers soared into the sky, overshadowing everything else.

At this time, there was only one person standing in the arena.

"Next game." Ning Xiaotian raised his head again.

"Yes!" The woman clenched the microphone tightly, looking humble.