Eating, drinking, gamble and gambling are the foundation of greed in life. The three-star alliance, where the mixed things are mixed, brings this greed to the end.

The sword spirit lineage, in the Three Star Alliance, put the word "gambling" to the end.

For monks, it is difficult to stimulate them in the normal gambling techniques in the world. Even the most ordinary foundation-building monks can easily use their spiritual sense to predict the results of gambling techniques in advance.

For example, the simplest dice in gambling techniques, how can a mere wooden dice cup resist the spiritual consciousness of a monk? Yes, there are some treasures that can isolate the spiritual consciousness. However, that thing is very rare, all of which are of extraordinary value and are too late to make magic weapons. Who would be bored to use it to make dice cups?

I'm afraid even if there are great forces using expensive treasures to make dice cups, they still cannot avoid cheating methods from monks. They have countless ways to change the results, but they still go in the direction they imagined.

Well, even this possibility is eliminated. The monks are all agile in their five senses. If you shake the dice cup casually, you can still know the result here, but it still makes no sense.

In other words, normal gambling techniques have no meaning in front of monks, so no one has worked hard in this regard.

Only the sword spirit lineage took a different approach, and they applied gambling methods to a whole new level, that is, combat.

There are many ways to fight, such as sword fighting, fighting skills, fighting beasts, and all kinds of distribution can be fought. As long as the two sides fight wonderfully and beautifully, people can enjoy the joy of a gamble on heaven and hell.

Therefore, the sword arena came into being on the occasion of the Three Star Alliance. It was initiated by the Sword Spirit lineage. Since its establishment, it has become one of the most profitable projects among the many items of food, drink, and gambling in the Three Star Alliance.

No, maybe it's not just profitable.

The sword arena can also bring fame to monks. After all, there are the most passionate battles everywhere, so challenging ones and never giving up will definitely make a name for themselves.

Therefore, the sword spirit lineage has a good grasp of this kind of heart. It has signed countless experts, allowing people to see the most exciting battles here every day and satisfy the pleasure of being bet on the winner.

This is the sword arena? The attraction.

Even today, in order to make their geniuses famous, major forces have spent a lot of money to send them to the sword fighting arena to hone their skills, which has further stimulated the vigorous development of the sword fighting arena in some ways.

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In the huge sword arena, a handsome man who looked very elegant and like a scholar, with his hands slightly behind him, with a cold light shining in his eyes, and he smiled at the opponent in front of him.

His opponent was a very burly fighter, with a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. His body was covered with scars. He looked like a brave and good fighter. How could this seemingly elegant scholar defeat him?

However, judging whether a person is strong or weak is definitely not the key to appearance.

The elegant scholar had no intention of taking action from beginning to end. He just stood there, and the cold light in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, as if it contained some unique power.

On the other hand, the burly fighter, who was supposed to kill all directions, was now like a python wrapped around his whole body, and his whole body was tied in great pain. Strikes appeared on his skin, his eyes turned white, and he made painful roars.

At the same time, black auras appeared faintly on the burly fighter's body, shaped like a rope and like a python, emitting an extremely evil aura, which was the main reason for the burly fighter's pain.

"I...I...I...Acknowledge..." The whimpering sound was so painful that he tried hard to make it from this burly fighter, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never make any sound from his mouth.

It was because a burly fighter had a black smoke wrapped around his neck, which made him almost suffocate, so it was impossible for him to make a normal sound.

For a moment, facing such a cruel scene, the audience was shocked. As the saying goes, killing people is just a slightest point. You can easily defeat your opponent, but why do you still use this method to torture the opponent? It is simply too much.

However, the elegant scholar seemed to have not seen the reaction of the audience around him at all, and still did his own thing, constantly strangling and controlling the black smoke. The burly fighter screamed in pain, but he seemed to be enjoying it, showing a look of obsession.

Finally, perhaps the elders of the burly fighter's masters could not bear to see the burly fighter being tortured like this, so they were ready to find the arbitration institution in the sword arena to admit defeat.

But at this moment, the elegant scholar seemed to have already expected it, and his murderous intent flashed in his eyes and said with a grim smile: "Give it to me, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black smoke wrapped around the burly fighter suddenly exerted force. With a scream, a mass of blood fog exploded, and a living person was forced into several sections.

In an instant, the thick smell of blood spread around, and the audience who witnessed such a tragic situation were all shocked.

After a brief surprise, the elders of the burly fighter immediately exuded angered murderous intent and said angrily: "So brave, we have decided to admit defeat, why are you still so cruel? Damn it, I'll give my disciple my life!"

The master of the burly fighter pulled out a heavy blade and slashed at the elegant scholar hard. The aura of the saint had burst out like a vast ocean, and had actually reached the level of the third level of the saint.

However, facing such a powerful saint, the elegant scholar turned a blind eye because he knew that the other party could not hurt him at all.

Sure enough, an elder in charge of the sword spirit lineage who specializes in maintaining the order of the sword arena appeared between the two sides in an instant. The sword blade swung and forced the other party back, and said coldly: "The signing of life and death off the stage, and the winning or losing on the stage is your disciple's own choice. If you are not as skilled as others, you can't blame others."

The burly fighter's master said angrily: "My disciple has obviously admitted defeat, but he still attacked this. Is this the so-called fairness?"

The elder of the Jianling lineage sighed. How could he not know the reason, and he was even more dissatisfied with the behavior of the elegant scholar. But the rules are rules. As long as he admits defeat and does not shout out, the battle will continue.

Therefore, even though the elder of the Sword Spirit lineage was reluctant, he still raised his head and said, "Are you questioning the justice of our Sword Spirit clan?"

The burly fighter's master fell silent on the spot. In fact, he knew the twists and turns in his heart, and he knew better why his disciples could not admit defeat. But just as the elder of the Sword Spirit lineage said, on the surface, it was still fair.

In other words, it would be of no benefit to him if he continued to make trouble like this, he would just fall into the other party's trap.

Therefore, after a brief thought, the burly fighter's master came up with a plan and shouted coldly: "Since that's the case, I may not have to come out in person to meet this young man who is ignorant of the world."

In response to this, the elder of the Sword Spirit lineage refused without thinking: "It is impossible. The cultivation level of the Saint First Heaven on the other side is the cultivation level of the Saint Third Heaven. Unless the other side challenges you, you cannot issue a battle invitation to the other side according to the rules of the sword fighting arena."

The burly fighter's master gritted his teeth and said, "I can use the magic weapon to suppress my cultivation and suppress my cultivation to the realm of the first level of the saint."

The elder of the sword spirit lineage shook his head and said, "This is not a relationship between realms. One more level of heaven will give you more insights into the way of heaven, and you will have more means and experience. Even at the same level, it is unfair. So fellow Taoist please come back. Our sword fighting arena will not agree to such unfair battles. However, after leaving the sword fighting arena, this is not the jurisdiction of our sword spirit clan. What fellow Taoist wants to do, our sword spirit clan will not pay any attention to it."

In fact, it was inappropriate for the elder of the Sword Spirit lineage to say these words, but he still made it clear, and the meaning was very simple, that is, no matter how unhappy you are, don’t make trouble in the sword arena. Whatever you want to do outside, we can’t control our Sword Spirit lineage.

After hearing these words, the elder in charge of the sword spirit lineage knew that he might not be able to continue today. He could only glance at the elegant scholar who was still alive with great resentment, put away the heavy sword, with a cold light and murderous intent in his eyes, and turned around and left with great momentum.

After seeing the other party leave, the elder of the sword spirit lineage turned around and looked at the elegant scholar, shouting coldly: "No matter what your intention is, please remember that this is the sword arena of the sword spirit lineage. If you dare to use such despicable means to kill your opponent next time, no matter who is standing behind you, our sword spirit lineage will not let you go."

The elegant scholar smiled coldly, but the elder who was in charge of the Jianling lineage turned around and left without even looking at it.

"Oh!" The elder of the sword spirit lineage sighed helplessly, and his eyes swept across a place with a faint look, as if he was making some warning, regardless of whether the other party could see it, then turned around and left.

Where the elders of the Sword Spirit lineage were gazing at was a luxurious private room in the sword fighting arena, with two people sitting inside, one covered in a black cloak, and the other was a skeleton with silver rays on his bones.

At this moment, the silver skeleton smiled and said, "This kid is so good at causing trouble. I really don't know what the Lord God is interested in him and actually accepts him as his disciple."

The black cloak replied coldly: "Pay attention to what you said, how can you guess the plot of Lord God?"

The silver skull's face froze, as if his mind had been seen through by some terrifying existence. He looked around carefully and then laughed for a long time: "Haha, I naturally don't dare to speculate on the great idea of ​​Lord God. If I let the wheel continue like this, the task assigned to us by Lord God God would probably be difficult to complete."

The black cloak voice contained no emotion, and continued to reply coldly: "I have to admit that the talent of the wheel is indeed amazing. It is really unexpected to grow to such a height in a short period of time. But what you said is right. It seems that he must be restrained, otherwise the next plan will indeed cause some unnecessary trouble."

The silver skull immediately said happily: "Right, right, I knew it would be like this, so I must have a good talk with this kid."

The black cloak nodded faintly and said in an insult: "Okay, the wheel has arrived. I will have a good talk with him next, so that's it for the time being."

The silver skeleton smiled strangely and didn't say anything more.
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