I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

The [-]-to-[-] competition is much more lively, and those who can stay are basically masters, and the competition is extremely fierce.

Yang Xuan put on the shackles, and stood silently watching under the stage, with a smile on his face all the time.

At this time, Wang Renhai was competing on the stage, and he was competing with a practitioner from the [-]th floor of the Aperture Realm.

All the prisoners on the fifteenth floor of the basement are cultivators. Although there is no system, their physical skills are not inferior to those with supernatural powers.

The strength of the two is evenly matched. In terms of training time alone, Wang Renhai is indeed not as long as his opponent, but with the blessing of the system, it can be regarded as making up for his own shortcomings of unstable foundation.

Wang Renhai's prefecture-level soldier king system is indeed outstanding. Every move is full of killer moves. The opponent he hits backed up again and again, hitting the thorn fence behind him several times. The prison uniform on the back has been scratched, revealing bloodstains .

The two fought back and forth fiercely, but after a long time, the practitioner gradually showed fatigue, and his body skills gradually could not keep up with Wang Renhai's fierce offensive.

After a muffled sound, the practitioner was knocked off the ring by Wang Renhai's punch, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Blue wins!"

Under the loud announcement of the prison guard, Wang Renhai jumped off the ring and walked towards his place.

Yang Xuan looked at Wang Renhai, the two looked at each other, and Yang Xuan nodded appreciatively.

An hour later, with the end of the last group of matches, the quarterfinals of the prisoner contest were born.

Eight people stood in a row, all with their heads held high, welcoming the baptism of the audience's eyes.

Only Yang Xuan fiddled with the shackles on his hands safely, as if he didn't care about this match at all.

The battle for the next semi-finals was very fierce, but Yang Xuan still won with a crushing attitude and successfully entered the semi-finals.

And Wang Renhai is no longer what Yang Xuan hoped, and also ranks among the top four.

The only difference from Yang Xuan was that Wang Renhai's back had been gouged out by the opponent just now with five bloody holes, and the blood was still dripping at this moment.

Only then did Huangfuxiong move his body, his eyes scanned the four prisoners present, and finally stopped on Wang Renhai.

The murderous look in his eyes flashed, and Huangfuxiong patted Gu Xingye's head lightly.Gu Xingye got up immediately, walked behind Huangfuxiong, and said loudly to everyone in the audience:

"The next semi-finals will be very intense. To add some excitement to all the guests, the little prince made an exception and allowed the competition to be changed to a real sword duel!"

Gu Xingye's words were like water droplets falling into a frying pan, immediately causing the audience to erupt!

True sword duel, as the name suggests, is a competition with weapons.The sword has no eyes, and one sentence directly increases the bloodiness of this game several times!
A tense and bloody breath rushed to the face, firmly pulling the nerves of every audience at the scene.

As soon as the words fell, four prison guards quickly stepped forward and presented the weapons that the four had before they were imprisoned.

Seeing the prison guard handing the black folding fan in front of him, Yang Xuan took it with a chuckle, then stretched out the folding fan, and slapped it across his chest.

This black folding fan is nothing more than a three-pointed and two-edged gun transformed into a pistol. The main body has been hidden in his soul, and he has never been far away for a moment.

Looking at the weapons of different shapes in the hands of the other three people, and seeing the folding fan in Yang Xuan's hand, which was only one foot long, the audience present burst into thunderous laughter.

"Damn it, this guy doesn't think he can win other people with a fan, does he? If he can win this, I'll just take him as my teacher in the future!"

"You don't understand this, it's called one inch short and one inch risk."

"Stop fooling around here, this is the first time I've heard of fans being used as weapons!"

Hearing the bursts of taunts from upstairs, Yang Xuan just smiled lightly, shook the folding fan lightly, and stood there with a calm face.

There was no lottery ceremony in the semi-finals, but Gu Xingye directly designated the match. After arranging Wang Renhai's opponents, only Yang Xuan and a white-haired old man were left standing in place.

Yang Xuan looked at his opponent. The old man was only 1.6 meters tall, with a short stature, dark eyes, and a worn prison uniform. He had obviously been imprisoned in the North District for a long time.

Otomo Zhengsan, the third-generation successor of the old Yinliu of the Ryukyu Kingdom, possesses an earth-level swordsmanship system and is in the early stage of Leaving the Aperture Realm.This person obtained the system at the age of 30. In order to spread the old Yinliu swordsmanship, he traveled far to Donghua and opened a kendo dojo in Hai'ao City.

Later, because of seriously injuring the disciple of Xianweng, he was imprisoned in the Infernal Prison. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison, and he was only released from prison for less than half a year.

The old man's information appeared in Yang Xuan's mind, and a smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face when he glanced at the old man.

Dare to attack Xu Banshan's apprentice in Hai'ao City, it seems that Otomo Masamune and him are all the same.

Seeing that Otomo Shozo took a 1.5-meter-long Taidao from the prison guard, put it on his shoulders, and strode up to the ring. Yang Xuan glanced at Wang Renhai at the side, got up and followed.

As the prisoners in the first group of the semi-final duel with real swords, the two naturally attracted the attention of all the audience present.

After Otomo Masamune came to the stage, he erected the big sword on his shoulder in front of him, holding the half-meter-long handle behind his back with one hand, slowly closed his eyes, stroked the scabbard with the other hand, moved his lips slightly, and muttered something.

On the other hand, Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gently fanning the folding fan in his hand, waiting for Otomo Shozo calmly.

Otomo was caressing the scabbard reverently, then laid the Odachi horizontally on the ground, raised his hand and tore off the sleeve on one arm, slowly pulled out the long knife, and gently wiped the blade.

Although this big sword has not been drawn out of its sheath for nearly 20 years, it still emits a dazzling cold light when the blade is drawn out.

Gently wiped off the floating ash on the knife, looking at this long-lost weapon, Otomo Masamori's eyes were slightly red, carefully wiped the long knife clean, put it into the scabbard, and then raised his head to hold the giant sword on his shoulder superior.

Seeing that Otomo Zhengsan was ready, Yang Xuan smiled slightly, put away the folding fan, held it in his hand and nodded to Otomo Zhengsan.

"Please."

Yang Xuan still spoke in a very gentlemanly manner, letting Otomo Masamune take the lead.

But when Dayou Zhengsai saw that Yang Xuan's weapon turned out to be a folding fan, there was a hint of disappointment on his face, and he said in broken Donghua.

"Yu Yisheng has fought countless duels, but he has never fought against an unarmed person. Please also show your weapon, otherwise I will not make a move."

Hearing Otomo Shozo's words, Yang Xuan gave a helpless dry laugh, looking at the folding fan in his hand, he was indeed suspected of disrespecting his opponent.

"The old man said so."

Yang Xuan laughed lightly, then shook the folding fan violently, and the black folding fan instantly turned into a 1.5-meter-long simple knife, which lay across his chest.

With the long handle in hand, you can rest assured!
Seeing that Otomo Shozo's Da Tai Dao is no more than a Dao weapon, Yang Xuanruo's use of a three-pointed two-edged spear to meet the enemy is indeed a bit ineffective.

He simply turned Shenfeng into an ordinary plain sword, which was considered a fair confrontation with the big sword.

But this is in the trapped fairy formation, even the Dao weapon can only be hidden in the body, it is impossible to have so many changes.

Seeing this situation, several experts in the audience immediately exclaimed!

Even Huang Fuxiong straightened up immediately when he saw the simple knife in Yang Xuan's hand, with greed in his eyes.

In the entire floor, only Otomo Masamune's face remained unchanged. After seeing Yang Xuan's folding fan turned into a simple sword, he immediately pulled out the big sword on his shoulder, raised it straight, and pointed the tip of the sword at Yang Xuan.

"Your Excellency, I am also entrusted by others. You and I will have a decisive battle today. It will be a matter of life and death. I hope you will not hold back!"