"This may be God's will, but I just met you!" The Red Eyebrow Sword Saint smiled slightly and pulled out the sword on his waist: "No matter what, I will not let the Holy Sword fall into your hands!"

Zhao Qiankun held the Zen Staff and smiled: "I didn't plan to take that holy sword! If you give me ten thousand gold coins, how about I quit now?"

"Shameless!" The Red Eyebrow Sword Saint shouted angrily, swinging his sword straight at Zhao Qiankun!

The speed is very fast, comparable to that high elf, and even faster!! Zhao Qiankun narrowed his eyes, used the same trick again, and swung his Zen stick and smashed it horizontally!

But who knew that the Red Eyebrow Sword Saint suddenly turned sideways at full speed, barely avoiding Zhao Qiankun's Zen Staff and stabbed him from the side with a backhand!

Zhao Qiankun did not expect that his move would be avoided, so he was caught off guard. He relied on his extraordinary reflex nerve to avoid the attack of Red Eyebrow, swung his Zen stick and counterattacked again, but Red Eyebrow had retreated more than ten meters away.

"Every time, use the same trick, even if the monkey should learn it!" The Red Eyebrow Sword Saint pulled a sword flower: "I am different from the opponent you met before. If you want to beat me, you should show me some real skills and let me see what your real school is!"

"Want to see my genre? OK!" Zhao Qiankun carried the Zen Staff on his shoulder: "Then it's my turn to attack next!" After saying that, he struggled with his legs, the floor behind him burst, and his whole person turned into a phantom and rushed towards the Red Eyebrow!

The red eyebrows condensed, and he admired Zhao Qiankun's speed in his heart! It is basically impossible to avoid it, so he could only raise his sword and stab it straight into Zhao Qiankun's heart, and try to force the other party back!

This move really worked. Zhao Qiankun braked suddenly to avoid the sword edge, and his body was slow. Taking this opportunity, the red eyebrows flipped his wrist, and the tip of the sword was like a dragon and snake, and he raised towards Zhao Qiankun's throat!

But who knew that Zhao Qiankun did not raise his Zen stick to block it, but raised his head, took a deep breath, and then roared at the Red Eyebrow!

"ah!!!!"

The roar was like a huge thunder explosion, and the entire venue seemed to tremble. The audience a hundred meters away were also shocked to the eardrums, and the eyes were filled with stars. The weaker physique even fainted on the spot. The red eyebrows, who were the first to be hit, were even bleeding from the seven orifices. The sword was stumbled away, and they staggered back a few steps, almost unable to maintain their balance.

"This... this is the lion roaring skill..." Chimei trembled all over and gritted her teeth to ask. Zhao Qiankun laughed, walked to him, raised his hand and pushed it. The arrogant sword saint fell to the ground on his back and could never get up again.

No matter how hard your muscles and bones are, no matter how strong your heart is, the eardrums and cochleas are, you can't exercise them. If you break the balance organs, you will only be able to lift them down!

"I said, it's time to announce the result!" The roar just now made Zhao Qiankun's voice a little hoarse. He coughed twice and turned to the host to pronounce the verdict, but found that the host was shocked because he was close to him.

"This is a troublesome!" Zhao Qiankun scratched his head. At this time, a beautiful figure jumped into the arena and used magic amplification equipment to announce to the audience: "The winner of this game is Sha Wujing. Medical team, hurry up, carry player Ling Jian and host down for treatment. If the audience is unwell, they should seek medical team treatment in time..."

At this time, it was naturally the local Paladin of Karentis. After arranging the order of the scene, Joan of Arc also specifically instructed Zhao Qiankun that, considering safety issues, he should not use the tricks just now!

Zhao Qiankun had no choice but to agree, and he had no choice but to say that the Red Eyebrow is too strong, too fast, and superb, and it is difficult for him to win!

That’s right, just by just a fight, Zhao Qiankun thought he would be difficult to win!

Needless to say, he is a thousand miles apart from the Sword Saint, but as a Vajra Skeleton, his reflex nerves, strength, speed, endurance, physique and other basic attributes should be in a crushing state. As the saying goes, one force reduces ten points, and relying on the powerful power of the Vajra Skeleton, can't you even overwhelm a mortal?

Of course, there is no problem with the King Kong Skeleton, but the problem is that Zhao Qiankun is playing Sha Wujing now, and the skin outside is not indestructible!

The flesh and blood of the ancient dragon was so strong that he could not resist Zhao Qiankun's struggle during the primitive continent and eventually collapsed. Now this body is only obtained from the large-jawed dragon, which is a level worse than the ancient dragon. Even if he moves too fast, his skin and flesh may be torn apart. If he really let go of his hands and feet and fights, he can certainly kill Chimei in seconds, but then he will have to thrive in front of tens of thousands of viewers, which will be in trouble at that time.

Therefore, Zhao Qiankun came up with the ultimate trick of the lion roar. Naturally, the flesh and blood vocal cords could not make such loud noises. Zhao Qiankun relied on the ability of the King Kong skeleton. However, in this way, he would also be shaken by the loud noise. As soon as he returned to the lounge, the guy found a place where no one started coughing up blood.

Although the sound was not made by the vocal cords, it did pass through his throat and his body was damaged in many places, causing great pain.

It would be much easier to have a skin that can heal itself... Zhao Qiankun thought to himself, I wonder if there are any strong monsters that cannot be killed in the primitive continent of the Wild Continent. If you have the chance to take off this layer of skin and kill two monsters with strong recovery, it would be better to put them on...

The washing and wiping were finally finished. Zhao Qiankun returned to the stands and found that the third game had reached. Seeing him coming, many contestants subconsciously made way. This Sha Wujing is not only fierce, but also powerful in methods, and is a difficult person to mess with!

Zhao Qiankun's eyes swept over the contestants and found a tall lizard man with fiery scales and a fiery red scale, which was the scarlet dragon king who participated in the siege of the Necrotic Guild on the Primitive Continent.

"Hey, Brother Dragon King!" Zhao Qiankun leaned over and asked, "I'll ask if you have any races or monsters with particularly strong self-healing ability in your primitive continent?"

The Scarlet Dragon King looked down at him, wondering why Sha Wujing talked to him. But the straightforward lizard man still answered honestly: "We lizard man have strong self-healing ability, and broken limbs can be regenerated!"

"That's how!" Zhao Qiankun's eyes shone, and he looked up and down at the powerful lizardman warrior. For some reason, his eyes made the Scarlet Dragon King feel a little furry...

To put it short, after a morning of the game, the quarterfinals were also contested, leaving the players to rest at noon, and the next quarterfinals competition began in the afternoon!

However, the rules of the quarterfinals in the afternoon have changed. Because there is only one or two hours at noon, in order to allow players to get a fair rest time, the arrangements for the quarterfinals are no longer drawn lots, but instead decide the order according to the arrangements for the quarterfinals.

This was unexpected by Earl Horn. Zhao Qiankun didn't care. No matter who his opponent was, he would just do it.

During the lunch break, Zhao Qiankun finished his meal and lay on the bench to close his eyes. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and felt someone approaching, so he opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

"Don't be excited!" In front of me was a little panicked young man. He looked twenty-three or four years old, tall and strong, handsome, and had a head of blonde curly hair neatly trimmed, but looking at his face, he showed a little unsweetened and immature.

"You are..." Zhao Qiankun frowned. He remembered that this person was also a contestant, and seemed to be called...

"Shit big grains?"

"It's Stanley!" the young man corrected: "Like you, I am also a player in the top 16..."

"I know!" Zhao Qiankun nodded: "Why, I have something to do with me?"

"It's nothing..." Stanley smiled and said, "After all, the first match in the afternoon is our duel? I'll say hello to you?"

"We two?" In the second game, Zhao Qiankun was busy cleaning up the blood on his body and didn't look at it at all. Even if he looked, he didn't pay attention to who was the winner of the second game. Anyway, he would be finished if he couldn't beat him.

"Then are you here to provoke?" Zhao Qiankun raised his eyebrows: "Come on, say any sarcastic words, I promise not to slap you to death!"

"No, no, no, no..." Stanley waved his hand quickly, his head shaking like a rattle: "I don't mean that, don't get it wrong, don't get it wrong..."

Seeing Stanley's cowardly appearance, Zhao Qiankun frowned in confusion: "Then what are you here for?"

"That... I'm a little embarrassed to say..." Stanley smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My full name is Stanley Sandro. I am the eldest son of the Marquis of Sandro, the Ilion Empire in the East of the Mainland. The family guards the east coast of the empire and is also one of the pillar families of the empire. Speaking of which, our Sandro family has a long history and a long history..."

"Tell me the point!" Zhao Qiankun raised his hand and interrupted Stanley. The boy was startled and thought Zhao Qiankun was going to do it. His speech speed suddenly increased. He said in a machine gun: "I am still a student of Carrent Academy. In the third grade this year, there is someone I like and I am also watching the game off the stage. I don't want to be embarrassed in front of others..."

"Oh?" Zhao Qiankun's expression became wonderful, but he didn't expect that he was still a senior: "What do you mean? Do I want me to lose to you on purpose?"

"Can it work?" Stanley heard him say this and watched with an expectation.

"What do you think?" Zhao Qiankun glared, and Stanley was so scared that he shivered: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. I hope you always give up your hands and don't let me lose too badly!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Qiankun probably scared his majesty for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little amused: "I said, you are still a student, it's not easy to reach the finals. What else is there to be dissatisfied with your partner?"

"Don't talk about the partner, they haven't agreed yet..." Stanley scratched his head with a smile: "To be complacent, my ability is outstanding everywhere, and I am very famous in school..."

Zhao Qiankun thought to himself: Why haven’t I heard of being famous before?

"However, compared to my lover, I can't stand this ability..."

"Huo?!" This surprised Zhao Qiankun a little. He looked at Stanley, and when he saw his timid look, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Chapter completed!