Mr. Monster

Seeing this obsidian sword, Ghost King Shen Sui's pupils shrank in fear!He will never forget that in the bamboo forest beside Muxiu Lanyue Lake, Huan Ye stabbed him in the stomach with this sword.Although the wound had healed long ago, the bone-piercing pain at that time was still fresh in his memory, and the sword scar on his abdomen, no matter how many souls he used to heal it, he could never get rid of it!This is a great humiliation for him who loves beauty!

When the audience was frightened by the magical light of the obsidian sword, Huan Ye's figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye he had already rushed in front of the ghost king, swung the obsidian sword, and slashed at the ghost king.

The Ghost King hastily jumped back to avoid it.Before he could stand still, Huan Ye followed him like a shadow, and the sharp blade swept across his throat.In desperation, the ghost king stretched out two fingers of his right hand to pinch the blade, and the sharp blade stopped less than an inch away from his throat.

However, the finger that touched the Excalibur seemed to be stained with strong acid and began to melt "sizzling"!Seeing the flesh and blood melted to reveal white fingers, the ghost king was shocked, knowing that this sword is completely untouchable!Hastily pulled out the sword, and jumped three feet away.

Taking advantage of the victory, Huan Ye pursued and thrust his sword straight into the ghost king's heart!The ghost king dodged sideways again.Huan Ye followed one sword after another, not giving the ghost king a chance to breathe.His sword is fast, accurate and ruthless!The eyes can't catch it at all, let alone count how many swords have been made!Except for demons and ghosts with particularly strong demon powers who can see clearly, ordinary audiences only see a ball of colorful lights dancing.

The Jiaolin Arena is monitored. In order to take care of the visual enjoyment of the audience, the video will be slowed down at one-eighth of the speed on the large display screen.Everyone finally saw the fighting situation clearly.

But seeing Huan Ye's cold eyes like stars, and his sword like a god, there is no distraction in his mind, no extravagant movements, every move, every move, is to use the simplest movements, and swing the sharp blade at the shortest distance. enemy.

And the ghost king, when the obsidian sword is about to hit him, always avoids the deadly attack with strange angles and figures.Because Huan Ye drew his sword very quickly, the ghost king had no time to use that tricky illusion.

As time goes by, the time gap between replays and live combat is getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, all the swords, lights and swords on the battlefield disappeared instantly!Ghost King and Huan Ye suddenly separated, each leaping back three feet.

Everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes in surprise!A piece of black remnant cloth slowly fell from mid-air, lying quietly in the middle of the chilling battlefield like a withered dead leaf.The audience recognized that the cloth was the clothes worn by the ghost king. Could it be that Huan Ye cut the ghost king?

Looking at the ghost king again, the right sleeve was obviously missing a piece, and there was a bloody sword mark on his upper right arm.The blood dripped continuously on the stone slab of the battlefield, like a clear spring on the stone.

Sure enough, the ghost king was hit by Huan Ye's sword!

At this moment, the flesh of the ghost king's left hand gradually turned into bones in the charred smoke...

The Ghost King stared at Huan Ye angrily, gritted his teeth.He still didn't seem to believe that Huan Ye could actually hurt him.The calm and elegant posture just now was gone.

"Good job!" Xiaobai and Amy clapped their hands together and cheered in unison.The black skin monsters all waved their flags and cheered for Huan Ye.

"Master! What are you still in a daze for? Get rid of the ghost king!" Seeing that Huan Ye and the ghost king were still looking at each other, Xiaobai couldn't help shouting anxiously when neither of them took any action.Then he fixed his eyes and looked at his master carefully, he was quite shocked!

Huan Ye still held the black sword firmly in his right hand, but covered his heart with his left hand.Beads of sweat dripped down the pale cheeks, the lips were tightly pressed together, not uttering a word, and blood was slowly oozing from the mouth.Suddenly he couldn't bear the blood in his throat, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and began to gasp for breath, his face turned pale and blue.

At this time, the duel on the battlefield was paused, and the replay on the screen was in full swing!

It turned out that the figure of Huan Yefeiwu used five consecutive swords to the ghost king. The speed was faster than the previous attack, which made people dazzled. The ghost king was too late to hide. With a piece of sleeve, the fifth sword hit the ghost king's upper right arm!Huan Ye pressed the sword down with all his strength, and the blade pierced into the flesh again, almost cutting off the ghost king's entire arm.The ghost king used an incredible move at this time!

The ghost king suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab the blade of the obsidian sword, Huan Ye was surprised and tried his best to pull the sword back, but the ghost king's hand was locked tightly like an iron claw, and he pulled back violently Huan Ye, who was holding the hilt of the sword, was pulled over by him with the sword!

The ghost king raised his palm quickly and hit Huan Ye in the heart!However, the hand holding the sword was burned by the righteous energy of the sword, and it was ossification little by little, so the two injured at the same time jumped back, and the next thing is the scene of the current confrontation.

"It seems that both players are injured. Since no one has fallen first, it is uncertain who will win. The match just now was really exciting! Why don't we invite the special Mr. Shorty to comment?" The host, Milan, commented nervously in the arena, and threw the topic to the specially invited commentator Mr. Dwarf Melon, who had been sitting in the judges' seat to watch the game but remained silent.

Mr. Shorty Melon commented clearly and logically: "Contestant Ghost King suffered only skin trauma, while Contestant Huan Ye obviously suffered serious internal injuries. It seems that the obsidian sword is Contestant Huan Ye's secret weapon, while Contestant Ghost King dealt with the sword with bare hands. Huan Ye's all-out attack, so for the time being, the ghost king has the upper hand in this competition. However, the magic sword held by Huan Ye has amazing power and speed, and it is not easy for the ghost king to win. .”

Such a three-point analysis made everyone present suddenly realize.

"Milan understands, what Mr. Short Melon means is that Contestant Ghost King hasn't done his best yet. It seems that Player Huan Ye is under a lot of pressure. I don't know if he is still behind!" Milan raised the microphone to follow Mr. Short Melon's words. play.One of the two is on the field and the other is off the field, as if singing a double reed.

"Hmph, how long-winded!" The ghost king glanced coldly at Milan's face.He hated watching the chattering comments when he was playing against others, so Dieyi, Yingwu and Yifeng, who knew the ghost king's temperament, retired voluntarily. After the three games, the ghost king won all without a fight.In fact, it's not a big deal to accidentally cut a few tricks with his loyal subordinates, it's just that the ghost king doesn't want to show up and be gossip.

Milan immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling chilly, with an embarrassed sweaty smile on his face, and said aggrievedly in his heart: Contestant Ghost King, this is my job!Besides, since you don't want others to talk about you and compare your heart with your heart, don't talk about others!In the match between Huan Ye and Gibb, you exposed his scars... Then Huan Ye is really too young, how did he offend so many people?It seems that no one can get along with him... Sigh!

Although I don't like to see the ghost king very much, but the host is the host and must maintain a neutral attitude, so I had to bear my dissatisfaction.Continue to stand on the battlefield and preside over the work.