Ye Wuque's first opponent was a middle-aged man with a very ferocious face, with a very burly body, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and looked extremely difficult to provoke.

His cultivation level is in the late stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, but it is said that he is the commander of the horse thief on the northwest wasteland. He has been walking in the gray area all year round and is also a backbone member of an evil sect organization. Before that, he had already been in the prison arena, killing ten people in a row and maintaining a winning streak. He can be regarded as an executioner.

The vicious middle-aged man held two sharp battle axes in his hand, and his voice was sturdy: "Boy, remember, the person who killed you is called a ghost in the world. I will give you a chance to kneel in front of me, otherwise I will dismember you!"

Inexplicable chills came from the crowd.

Obviously, the infamous reputation of this vicious middle-aged man has long been spread here.

Ye Wuque had no expression on his face, his white palm was always on the hilt of the sword, and he shook his head gently, saying, "You are not very angry, but you are not worthy of letting me draw the sword, come on!"

"You're looking for death!"

Realizing that he was underestimated by a junior, the vicious middle-aged man was furious. The rushing river of true energy poured into his arms, and he immediately waved two sharp battle axes.

Such a dynamic momentum seems to be able to break through mountains and waves, and the battle is invincible.

He moved his hands together, swinging the battle axe with hissing sound, and his momentum rose step by step, like a mountain of tigers, and rushed towards Ye Wuque quickly.

With his momentum, he seemed to want to split Ye Wuque on the opposite side in half.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Wuque stood there, motionless, his five fingers gathered together into a palm, swung it out obliquely, and suddenly a piece of sword energy that was as smooth as a water curtain, slashing directly on the throat of the ferocious middle-aged man.

"Bang, bang!"

The two battle axes flew out with inertia, smashed them hard on the ground, making a harsh metal tremolo.

The vicious middle-aged man opened his mouth wide, but could not shout, so he could only whimper, fall to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

An extremely deep cut appeared in his throat, directly cutting off his vitality. Even if he had any magic pills, he would have no way to turn things around.

"He actually killed the warrior who won ten consecutive games with one palm!"

Everyone was full of horror.

Unexpectedly, they had such a blessing in mind that they witnessed the rise of two dark horses with their own eyes within one day.

Next.

Ye Wuque did not win one game like Xu Hao and left the game. Then he fought wildly regardless of his physical limits.

The second game, win!

The third game, win!

Game 4, win!

Game 5, win!

Just like at the beginning, Ye Wuque still did not shoot his sword in the next five games.

He stood in the center of the cage, with a rich spirit as jade. From beginning to end, the sword in his hand was not sheathed at all, like a thousand-year-old rock, extremely calm.

Although the cage is big, it cannot trap his lofty ambition.

It is hard to imagine what a shocking scene would be if this mysterious young swordsman had set out his sword.

However, they have no vision to witness that moment, at least not now.

Any opponent who challenged him, no matter how much cultivation he was, was replaced by his palms instead of swords, and pushed and killed him on the spot.

"What a terrible swordsman. Su Qianren, who has always been the city of Nightmare, and the evil star in the arena, were killed by him with one palm, and he had no power to resist."

A powerful young man from a martial arts family stared at Ye Wuque with a serious face.

Ye Wuque is really handsome, really young, and his strength is really terrifying.

All the Great Perfect Warriors who challenged him did not force him to draw his sword, and it was even difficult for him to take a step back.

"This is probably the legendary sword genius. He clearly broke through the sword's attainment and reached a new level. If it were me, what would I do..."

Ouyang Huayang tightened his palms, and a little hot sweat couldn't help but seep out of his forehead, and he thought to himself: "When did such a powerful hero appear in Yanshan County?"

It was not only him who had this question in his heart, but also his eyes were filled with thoughtful expressions in his eyes.

"If I fight this person, I'm afraid I'll have to try my best."

A sharp cold light shot out from Lu Zhan's eyes, "What's even more terrifying is that he has not even drawn his sword now!"

Swordsmen are already unpredictable and ghosts are hard to find.

What's more, he had never seen the other party's sword trajectory before. Wouldn't that mean that he was facing a completely unknown opponent?

All of this.

Xu Hao naturally saw it, and also saw a trace of unusual aspects.

The other party was about the same age as him, and even looked younger, but the indifference in the other party's eyes was really heartbroken.

He killed five people, without any fluctuations on his face.

The other party is not like himself and has some concerns about killing people.

He has a sword.

Should kill all the people in the world.

Although Xu Hao did not agree with this way of acting, he was not disgusted.

Everyone has their own style of doing things. As long as they don’t lose themselves, Xu Hao won’t care.

To put it another way.

I feel that I can't kill some people who meet me by chance, but those people can use any means to kill a stranger in order to keep getting stronger and to achieve their desires.

What's more, this is a game of death.

Loser.

Death!

Ye Wuque's unsightly record directly exaggerated the enthusiasm of everyone in the yellow-level prison battle arena. They made deafening shouts and cries, as if they were worshiping this new warrior.

after.

Ye Wuque was shocked by his superior talent with one sword and was the best in the world.

Ten crowns!

Such an honor is only completed in one day, and it is really a precedent for the prison battle arena.

The crowd was completely boiling.

later.

Ye Wuque's reputation even spread to the yellow-level prison battle arena, which made many people from the world come to see it.

Xu Hao took a deep breath, and with the rest of the midfield, he couldn't help but look at the other prisoner arena.

Although the other cages have their own characteristics, the excitement of their battles becomes eclipsed when compared with Ye Wuque's horizontal direction.

In the prison arena, the Green-robed steward attracted another warrior, and on the other side, there was also a Green-robed warrior, walking in with a scarred man on his face.

Gradually, Xu Hao's eyes saw his existence clearly, and his eyes were frozen on the burly man with scars on his face. He was wearing a blood robe, with messy long hair draped over his shoulders, and a simple knife was tightly held. The palms of the knife were thick and thick calluses. Obviously, it was caused by frequent grasping the knife. He had dark skin and strong figure, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, and his arms were exposed after his sleeves were pulled up. As for his face, a hideous scar almost disfigured him. Only his eyes were full of fierce light, making him look full of fierce aura. This way, you can tell at a glance that he was the kind of cruel character who often licked blood on the edge of the knife.

When he looked up, his eyes were joking.

It's him!
Chapter completed!