Chapter 505: World War I

The little hand holding the spar stuck to the top of the betting table, constantly trembled, staring at the phantom figures floating over the battlefield.
The numbers represent the odds of Ling Xiao’s battle with the singer’s sorcerer, who are constantly changing.
Oh no, to be precise, the number on the side of the sorcerer has not changed, it is always one, and the number on the side of Ling Xiao is constantly arrogant until the number stays at "one thousand". .
One odd for one thousand.
It seems that there is really no one who is optimistic about Ling Xiao, almost everyone is willing to earn a hundred spar with 100 stone, and no one is willing to risk losing one hundred spar and earn 100,000 spar.
In their view, when Bering won, it was a steady loss. It was a hundred spar to earn a hundred spar. It is no longer necessary to fight the imaginary 100,000 spar.
"There are no people who have not made any bets." The referee is a moderate middle-aged man. It looks polite, but everyone knows that there is no one in the fighting field. No one is a good boy. This referee is just taking him. The sizzling burying under his gentle surface.
The boy bit his teeth, his eyes staring straight at the sly, and snorted awkwardly: "Forget it, gamble on one."
Brush, the boy quickly brushed off his only 200,000 spar on the betting table. This time, he won the battle.
"Okay, betting time is up. Now, today's yellow-level fighting game is officially started." As the referee screamed warmly, his figure slammed into the sight of everyone.
Li Yuanchong’s heart trembled slightly. It seems that the referee’s cultivation is not weak. This kind of person can only be a referee in the fighting field. It shows how powerful the backstage boss of this fighting field is.
Facing a face that is both young and strange, the eyes of the soul-stricken hand instinctively smashed up. He did not have any contempt for Ling Xiao, because he knows that any one of the enemy’s scorns It is possible that you may be killed.
The sorcerer earned the spar in many battlefields at the Devil's Soul site. This time, the battlefield in Zimocheng was the last stop for him to earn spar, and today is his last match.
As long as he can earn enough spar, he can go to the cave house of the demon to pick up the relatives and marry the beautiful daughter of the demon.
Therefore, this makes the soul-taking hand pay more attention to it, and does not allow him to have the slightest intention.
However, the usual opponent saw that he couldn't help but rushed over. He wanted to kill himself a few times. Why did the young man stand still and look at him with a smile? Is he so sure? .
Under the gaze of Ling Xiao, the spirit of the soul-stricken hand was not nervous for a while, and the cold sweat on his forehead was not easy to shoot.
The people in the stands watched the two men standing still and couldn't help but start to scream: "Come on, hit fast."
"The soul of the hand, where is your bravery."
"Get rid of him and win the soul."
Most of the players on the court were the ones who won the soul, so the voices of the soul-stricken hands were everywhere, which made the boy more nervous.
Li Yuanchong said coldly and warmly: "It seems that he is right, children can't gamble and can't afford to lose."
The young man stunned Li Yuanchong and no longer snorted. He continued to look at the two men on the field, and his heart was secretly praying that Ling Xiao must win.
The stalemate of the two was finally broken by the sorcerer himself. He finally couldn’t resist this inexplicable tension, screaming, and the fists danced fast, mixed with the yellow-colored soul force, frantically Going to Ling Xiao.
Since it is to cultivate, Ling Hao certainly does not use his cheating tools, but uses his own strength to fight.
In the face of the attack of the soul-striking hand, Ling Xiao is also using the close-fighting technique of Hao Tianzong, and is entangled with the soul-splitting hand.
The eye-catching person recognizes Ling’s boxing skills at a glance, and can’t help but straighten his eyes: this is where the freak comes out, and a demon soul teacher can use the boxing skills of the soul-soul master.
You must know that the most direct consequence of forcing the skills that do not conform to the attributes of the demon is to blew himself.
This kid actually made Haotian Zong boxing skills, and there was no sign of fire. It was a monster.
However, they did not continue to entangle in whether Ling Xiao is a monster or not. The fighting atmosphere that has already ignited on the field has attracted their attention and attention.
"Oh..." As the two men's fists were handed over, a group of yellow-colored souls fluctuated, and they scattered from the place where they collided, and the ground around them was dusty.
The battle between Ling Xiao and the Soulist is not the same as the secular novel. It is impossible for two people of the same level to make a trick.
It’s definitely a way of looking for a dead end before you try to figure out the details of the other party.
Both of them are using the most basic boxing skills to test the strength of each other. They know that even the yellow level is divided into many kinds, and the difference in strength is also very different.
After a few minutes of fighting between the two, Ling Xiao easily learned the opponent's general combat power: at the same time, he practiced the four-level yellow spirit.
The sorcerer’s hand is always concentrating on the level of Ling Xiao’s hand, because whenever he increases his punching power, the opponent’s strength will increase accordingly, until he uses the special skills. The strongest state, the strength of the other side is also maintained at this level.
That is to say, the strength of the other party is still reserved.
"It seems that it is impossible to not use special skills." There was a fierce temper in the eyes of the soul-stricken hand. At the same time that Ling Xiao’s fist hit him, his body suddenly split into two and became two virtual shadows. One left and one right attacked Ling Xiao.
"Is this low-level skill?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but be disappointed. He used his eyes to look at it. The real body of the soul-winning hand was nowhere to be seen.
Hey, Ling Xiao stretched out his two fingers, pinching the wrist of the virtual shadow attacked from the right. In an instant, the two virtual shadows were combined into one, and became the real body of the soul-winning hand.
A special skill was put in place, and the soul-stricken hand was screaming. He quickly slammed his foot on the ground, and a crack stretched along the front of his toes, forcing Ling Xiao to let go of his wrist and dodge to other local.
In seven minutes, the two temporarily became a tie.
Even if it is a temporary tie, all the people with sharp eyes will already understand that in this game, if the slayer is not using his strongest killing skill, "The Soul Hand", the ten will lose.
Of course, other people can see that the soul-stricken hand has no reason to see it, but he is not willing, and he is not willing to use his killing.
That trick is powerful, but this weird skill has a fatal flaw that can only be used up to ten times within a single level.
In the previous battle, he has used it nine times.
This is his life-saving trick. If he uses it this time, even if he earns a spar, it is difficult to ensure that he will be murdered and robbed when he is out of the field.
It is not a last resort, and he will never waste his last chance to use the Soulmaster.
"I don't believe that you, a young boy, will really be strong enough that I can't deal with it." The soul-stricken hand once again gave himself confidence, three steps and two steps, rushing toward Ling Xiao.
"The mixed hand smashed the hand." The sorcerer's hand sighed in the heart, and at the same time as the squadron and the squadron, the darkness of a five-line thunder force was applied to the hand.
His fists slammed out, and the thunder was faintly entangled in the fist, and smashed through the chest of Ling Xiao.
The move is extremely simple, but the skill is full of overbearing.
Boom, Ling Xiao’s soul-stricken hand put on a note, in an instant, countless currents surged through the body, and the long hairs and short hairs of Ling’s body were all straightened up.
"I rub." Ling Xiao violently jumped, quickly stepped back a few steps, his hands trembled and shook the current.
However, it was such a time of dodging, the soul-striking hand attacked again, this time, he lifted the foot like an iron pillar and swayed toward Ling Xiao’s head.
"Wind blade kicks." This kick is faintly carrying five spirits, and Ling Xiao has not been fooled again this time. He used his hand to pick it up, but he used his body to hide.
If he punches the other's foot, the wind blade emanating from the other's foot will surely continue to rush toward his head.
It is not as easy to break through the fastest wind in such a short distance.
"Okay, just play like this." Seeing his own attack moves effectively, the soul is happy under the heart, although these attacks also consume the soul, can make Ling Xiao suffer, winning is a matter of time.
Ling Xiao naturally understands that it is not appropriate to hit the soul of the soul at this time, and continue to jump like a monkey.
Those who were optimistic about Ling Xiao saw Ling Xiao’s attack on the slayers several times. They couldn’t help but shook their heads: Do they see the wrong person.
The boy was even more nervous, his fists were clenched, and his palm was deeply stunned by his nails.
The most calm nature on the field is Li Yuanchong. How can he not know that Ling Xiao’s method is only to consume the soul of the other party.
Chu and pity also looked at Ling Xiao, and the beauty of the eyes was sometimes revealed, and sometimes the color of confusion, probably except her own, no one knows what she is thinking.
"Damn, there is a kind of you don't run." Several times it seems to be hitting. At the last moment, it was hidden by Ling Xiao. The soul-hunting hand finally knows that the other party is deliberately teasing him, so angry that he wows. Shouting, there is nothing to help.
"Haha, there is a kind of you don't chase." Ling Xiao fled while stimulating the soul of the soul with words.
It’s really helpless to be ridiculed by Ling Xiao, and the soul-stricken hand finally screams:
Look at the trick, Taishan presses the top.

Later, Ling Xiao immediately felt a shadow on the sky behind him, with a heavy whistling sound, and quickly pressed towards himself.
(Nirvana Note: Taishan, a tall and tall mountain above the mainland, 嘻嘻)