The old man and the battle

  "There are so many people?"

Ning Xiaotian frowned slightly, looking from a distance, the arena is already full of people, and there are still people pouring in from the streets and alleys from time to time. Look here.

  With boots 1.77 meters, black hair and silver eyes, wearing black armor, even the nose and mouth are covered.

  Such striking features are easily recognizable.

  I have to say that Ning Xiaotian's height has grown rapidly in recent months.

  In a previous life, a monthly gain of 7 mm was quite normal for his age group.

In this world, he still has the energy of the spirit bones in his arms to continuously transform his body, and the blood beads in his lower dantian also greatly increased his appetite and digestion ability.

  Not only his height, but his strength is also growing.

Ning Xiaotian feels that his body is changing every day.

After training, the whole body feels sore and numb, and it feels very comfortable to stretch.

  "According to Wilkin's judgment, there are more and more people coming to Gengxin City."

He walked steadily towards the gate without pausing.

The morning sun was hanging diagonally, the pitch-black armor reflected orange light, and the shadows underfoot stretched and spread forward.

  People consciously gave up a passage, with expressions of surprise, curiosity, and enthusiasm

  . "He is Jincan? He doesn't look tall or strong, but he has won 36 consecutive victories."

It is the soul master who came here admiringly. In the spirit master world, men in their 20s are considered short at 1.8 meters.

  "Brother, you won't say that when you see him fight."

The companion responded in a low voice, elbowing to signal,

"Come on, we are all late. There are so many people, it will be troublesome to enter the venue later."

  Given the people in the city More and more, the arena has temporarily added seats, otherwise they really couldn't buy tickets yesterday.

  Tata tower, the stone paved ground made a crisp sound, the reverberation in the hall was lingering, but there was no human voice.

  The man's throat rolled, and he didn't dare to say the words stuck in his mouth.

He dragged his companion to the side and watched quietly.

  Eyes followed the crowd staring at the figure, all the way to the counter.

  "Continue hand-to-hand combat."

Ning Xiaotian paused and walked towards the corridor leading to the waiting room.

  In the entire arena, he is the only one who is qualified to fight in the protagonist's arena, and does not need to be ranked.

  "Yes, Golden Warrior!"

The reception girl's heart went numb, looking at Ning Xiaotian who had disappeared in the corridor, she quickly picked up the communication device from the table,

"Steward, Golden Warrior is here, request"

before she finished

  speaking, inside the hall A violent roar erupted.

  "The Golden Warriors are in! Come on, let's enter the arena quickly!"

  "Damn! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze"

The audience entered the arena with their hips against their hips, crowding into a crowd in a commotion.

  "Steward, what should I do?"

On the top floor of the arena, the man in blue turned to look at the old man with a worried expression.

  "So Cold!"

The old man rolled his eyes at him, flicked his right hand, and a silver spear appeared in his palm. He raised his left hand and rubbed the spear's barrel lightly, whispering,

"Old man, it looks like we are going to fight together again today."

  After saying that, he ignored the man in blue, and walked to the window, the sound of the gun tail hitting the ground. He stood tall and straight, and his eyes glanced down like eagles.

The scorching white sun rose against the dome, the beam shone through the window sill, the wind blew gently, the front of the shirt was close to the chest, the neckline showed scars the size of the index finger, and the skirt was flying.

  The man in Tsing Yi's eyes turned red as he stared at the figure in a daze, as if he had returned to the scorching battlefield back then.

  The general Xianyi and angry horses charged forward, and they were protected behind them, their trembling hearts calmed down, and endless courage emerged,

"Men of the Star Luo Empire, charge with me!" Rush to the enemy.

  Behind him, countless men attacked, and the ground trembled, as if to crush everything.

  "General."

The man in Tsing Yi whispered, then quickly walked to the old man's side, his chest straight.

  Under the windowsill, crowds of people moved, like ant colonies on the march, pouring out of the four-sided corridor.

  A quarter of an hour later, looking down from the top, it was already pitch black.

  Only the small circular piece in the field raised an orange color in the sunlight.

  Tata Tata. The footsteps are light, and the dust is swept back by the wind silently.

  In the center of the field, two figures, one black and one silver, stood majestically.

  After the crisp female voice of "ding bell bell",

harsh bells rang from all directions.

 The domineering swords and the sharp swords collided and collided, and the passionate air waves spread from the feet, and the dust-covered sand swayed from the cracks in the floor, sweeping, and swaying around like a stone falling into a bitan.

open.

  With a click, the ground was overwhelmed and shattered.

  The light of the sword was like a meteor, and the light of the sword was like a big curtain.

  Immediately, there was a more violent confrontation.

There were no gorgeous moves, only a simple collision.

The strong sunlight was mixed with flying sparks, bursting between the swords and swords, producing a more blazing light.

  "It's so strong!"

Watching everyone have such thoughts, they were dumbfounded.

  "It's exciting!"

Ning Xiaotian was excited, the opponent's speed could keep up with his own attack, and even his strength was not too much. Fight back after a collision.

  After all, his mental power is very powerful, and he always takes one step ahead of others.

  This is also Ning Xiaotian's greatest advantage, so he has been relying on violent attacks to find flaws.

  In terms of physical strength, with blood beads in his belly, spirit bones in his hands, and double blessing, he has never been afraid of anyone.

  But it is only limited to his hands. The blessing of the two spirit bones makes his arms extremely strong and tough, but his spine and legs are relatively weak in comparison.

If the opponent has absolute crushing power, he will Can only retreat.

  Unfortunately, there is no opposite.

  The battle continues.

  Ning Xiaotian's offensive was fierce, leaving no room for his opponent to breathe.

At the same time, he concentrated and carefully observed the opponent's moves and the linkage details of his body.

  The battle is like this, not only the swing of the arms, the collision of the weapons, but also the mobilization of every muscle and muscle of the body to jointly exert force. Even if it is dodging movements, it is also pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

  The body size of nearly two meters gives the opponent in front of him powerful strength, and the delicate light armor gives him a good defensive power, coupled with a good speed, even if he has a sword in his hand that is not inferior to the top-level initial weapon spirit, It is also difficult to break the anti-injury and the flesh in a short time.

"It seems that my sword cut through the light armor made the arena vigilant."

Ning Xiaotian thought about cause and effect.

  The gladiator in front of the arena is equipped with fine iron armor.

  "However, how many swords can he stop?"

His sword was made of Hanxin Iron, one of the hardest metals in the world.

The management of the arena probably didn't even recognize him, let alone invite someone. built.

  In the battle of life and death, equipment can also bring great advantages.