I Have a Doomsday City

Entering the lobby of the top floor, Song Jian found that the decoration inside was the same as that of the nBa arena. The center was the ring platform, which was almost twice as large as the normal ring platform. The ring platform was a projection TV, and it was the battle scene on the ring platform.

Surrounding the platform is a circle of stepped seats. At this time, not many people watched, only about a third of them were seated.

On the ring, two boxers were fighting fiercely, and Song Jian's eyes narrowed, and neither of them was wearing defensive and boxing gloves.

"How is it, really, only this kind of place is the best for you!" Wu Xuan said with an excited expression, pointing to the ring. "As soon as you come in today, I can see that you and the ancient head are not All the way, the coaches in that fitness club, although they have also been on the battlefield, but you can also see that they are still bloody? "

"Even the ancient head is a self-cultivation. Learning swordsmanship with him is a waste to you!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jian glanced at Wu Xuan in surprise. He had this feeling when he was practicing with the ancients, so he chose not to hesitate to leave, but he did not expect to be seen by Wu Xuan. This person's eyesight It's really spicy.

"Hey, I'm surprised?" Wu Xuan laughed. "It's our eyes that do our job. You look at it first, and you want to be on the field, you can tell me. I'll arrange it. There is no introduction from the agent. Way to go on stage! "

"So, are you even my agent?" Song Jian laughed.

"Hehe, eat!" Wu Xuan nodded and said with a smile.

"Well, if there is a weapon war, please give me a name, but I do n’t have a handy weapon in my hand now, you have to find me a sword of better quality, and if you have heavy hands here, people No more ... "Song Jian hesitated.

Hearing Song Jian's desire to play, Wu Xuan's eyes flashed and he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the background of this game is extremely hard, but you should also be careful, if you really fold here, that's also ... "

Song Jian nodded and stopped talking.

Wu Xuan glanced at Song Jian, patted him on the shoulder, let him wait here, and ran towards the office next to him. After a while, Wu Xuan returned to Song Jian's side.

"Say hello, you can play in two more games, this is your opponent's information, take a good look!" Wu Xuan handed Song Jian an a4 paper with the opponent's information printed on it.

"In addition to weapons, you need to choose your own. Generally, players will bring their own weapons. Although the quality of the weapons in the field is good, after all, it is still easy to use their own weapons, anyway, there is still time, otherwise we will pick them now It's too late ... "Wu Xuan said hesitantly.

Song Jian waved his hand and said, "Just use the weapons here."

"Well, come with me, go and pick the weapons first!" Wu Xuan said, taking Song Jian along the aisle, and came to a room next to him.

In this room are rows of equipment racks with various weapons on it. A man in his twenties is sitting at a wooden table near the door and playing with a computer.

"Xiaohui, you are on duty today!" Wu Xuan passed a voucher and stuffed another packet of cigarettes.

"Oh, Angkor, have you found a good boxer again?" The man named Xiaohui looked up at Wu Xuan, pushed the glasses off the bridge of his nose, and looked at Song Jian up and down.

"Hey, find us a good sword first, and then we will be playing soon." Wu Xuan flashed an awkward look on his face and said quickly.

"Okay, the second row of shelves on the far left. Pick it yourself. This time the company has a new batch of goods, and the quality is OK!" Xiaohui said with a finger to the left.

"Okay, then you're busy, let's go and see!" Wu Xuan pulled Song Jian toward him;

When I came to Xiaohui's finger, there were three rows of equipment racks, all of which were long swords.

"Song Jian, you can choose it by yourself and see what is in hand!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jianshun took out the longest sword closest to him and took a scabbard to take a closer look. These swords were just forged, and although they were opened, they were never used;

Song Jian reached out and gently bounced on the blade, "click", a tiny crack spread from the place where he played.

"What are these things!" Song Jian's face suddenly darkened, he inserted the sword back into the sheath, and put it back into the equipment rack.

The next Wu Xuan watched, and whispered, "No, why can't such a shoddy product appear? This rebate may be too harsh."

Song Jian burst seven or eight swords in a row and became a little impatient;

"Well, this one is good!" Song Jian drew another one. This sword was heavier than the previous ones in weight. The blade was long and narrow, and it was ground in all directions.

Gently bounce, "Om ~" a crisp sword sounded, the blade trembled slightly, and the light was refracted, like a clear water.

"That's it!" Song Jian inserted the sword back into the scabbard, held it in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, just go!" Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Weapons are crucial in weapon warfare. If weapons fail, half of their strength will be lost.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was Song Jian's turn to play. At this time, there was a lot of blood on the ring. Three or four service personnel were holding it up. After another ten minutes, the ring was wiped clean.

Stepping on the hard rubber floor on the ring, Song Jian still smelled a faint **** smell, and he felt a bit stunned. As long as he stepped on this ring, he was fighting with his life, even if he died, he was seriously injured. Spent in bed or in a wheelchair.

Song Jian took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the opposite man in a white gown. The man was holding a long knife in his arms and a short knife hanging around his waist. His body stood straight and his eyes were cold.

Song Jian was deaf to the explanations by the audience and the noise of the audience, with only opponents in his eyes;

"How does this guy look a little like Japan?" Song Jian narrowed his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and looked at each other up and down;

Clang ~

"Game start!"

A crisp bell rang, and the other man in the white gown burst into a sudden scream, pulled out a long knife, and rushed towards Song Jian;

"Well, katana, really Little Japan!" Song Jian narrowed his eyes and pressed the spring with his right hand, and the scabbard popped out.

The left hand grabbed the scabbard and threw it forward, and the scabbard flew towards the opponent like a sharp arrow;

"Tessor!" The samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan waved forward fiercely, and the scabbard was cut into two parts, and the slaughtering intention came towards him.

Song Jian swings his sword with one hand, and his wrist keeps turning while he rushes forward. The long sword is as light as a lamp grass in his hand, making a low whistling sound;

"Dead!" Seeing the little Japan coming to his face, Song Jian waved his right hand, and the sword in his hand was slammed hard against the opponent's head;

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