If Guo Yue was just an ordinary 8-rank martial artist, he wouldn't make others so desperate.
Because after learning of the news of the birth of the gods, the experts from the whole Suzhou and Hangzhou and even the surrounding provinces and cities also rushed over, and there were many experts in the Eighth Stage realm.
However, what Guo Yue had done was to practice Shaolin "Golden Bell Jar" magic!
The golden bell is one of Shaolin's 72 stunts and is known as the strongest defense.
Once completed, the bones on the chest, back and other places are merged and together, like a natural piece, it cannot be touched by fists, even swords are hard to damage, and the appearance of the skin will show a metal-like luster. .
If it is practiced to the extreme, King Kong is not bad, no poison is invaded, no force is required, and the world is invincible!
And now, the exposed arm of Guo Yue, showing a pale golden color, is enough to prove that he has cultivated the golden bell cover to the realm of great achievement.
Unless it is a ninth-rank martial artist who uses absolutely overwhelming power, it will not be easy for a martial artist of the same realm to take the stage, let alone defeat him, even causing damage to him.
At this moment, there was another sneer from the audience: "Hmph...Although the golden bell is strong, it may not be an invincible skill. I will meet you!"
In the next moment, an old man's figure soared and swept to the top of the ring.
He was dressed in black, he was about sixty years old, his head was covered with silver threads, but his face did not have any wrinkles, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, his temples were bulging, and his skills were extraordinary.
"Eagle Claw Gate, He Feihong, 8-rank martial artist, please enlighten me!"
As soon as the voice fell, someone around him exclaimed: "Isn't this the head of the Eagle Claw Gate? It is said that he is so superb with his eagle claw skill, that he is capable of piercing the golden cracked stone and going down with one claw. It is either dead or injured!"
"Yeah! Head He had already reached the eighth-rank realm more than ten years ago, and now he is only one step away from the ninth-rank, maybe he can defeat Guo Yue!"
"Neither! In my opinion, Guo Yue's golden bell is stronger!"
...
Just when everyone was talking about it, a small screen on their seats suddenly lit up on its own. Ye Fan saw that many people were pressing quickly on the screen, his expression was excited, and his eyes burst with excitement.
But because of the distance, Ye Fan couldn't see what was on the screen.
Suspicious, he opened his mouth and asked Chu Jingguo: "Grandpa Chu, what are the audience doing now?"
As soon as this remark came out, before Chu Jingguo could speak, Zhan Tiange on the side actively explained:
"Brother Ye, this is actually a betting machine! Apart from holding competitions and selling martial arts in my underground ring, spectators can also directly use their bank accounts to place bets on their favorite players!
People with unique vision can make a lot of money overnight. Of course, some people make mistakes in judgment and lose their fortune! How about, Brother Ye, are you interested in having fun? "
Ye Fan's head shook like a rattle upon hearing this.
Although both Chu Jingguo and Zhan Tiange mistaken him for being a member of the ancient martial arts world, Ye Fan knew in his heart that he was just a little bitch!
Now there are only a few tens of thousands of Hua Xia coins left in his bank card, which is still the one million li that Chu Mengyao gave him before buying medicinal materials!
However, this underground arena can definitely be regarded as a gold-selling cave. The spectators who come to bet may win and lose, but as the behind-the-scenes dealer, Zhan Tiange can manipulate the odds and has long been invincible. , Only win, not lose.
He makes an astronomical amount of money every year from this underground ring alone.
At this time, the battle on the ring officially started.
He Feihong of the Eagle Claw Gate, with five fingers in his right hand clenched into an eagle claw, with a force of destruction, he suddenly grabbed Guo Yue's chest, as if condensing his life's martial arts will in this claw, full of momentum.
"Stab!"
For a time, the sound of breaking through the air was endless.
However, when facing this claw that was enough to open his chest and pierce his abdomen, Guo Yue didn't evade, instead, the corner of his mouth outlines a weird arc, and then he fell into anger, looking at the eagle claw close at hand, and suddenly let out an anger. drink:
"Huh!"
The next moment, Guo Yue's body suddenly shined, and a golden bell-like barrier appeared.
"Zheng!"
He Feihong's eagle claws hit Guo Yue's chest, and there was a sound of golden and iron humming.
Immediately afterwards, He Feihong only felt that a volcanic eruption-like counter-shock came from his right hand. With a scream of "Ah", he retreated seven or eight steps until he retreated to the guardrail on the edge of the ring. It is considered a firm foothold.
The five fingers of his right hand were drooping in a very twisted posture. The bones of his right hand were broken every inch, and the pain went deep into the bone marrow. It would take at least several months to cultivate.
On the other hand, Guo Yue, except for the five finger holes on his chest, was not damaged, and there was still a winner's smile on the corner of his mouth.
"How...how is it possible? How can your golden bell be so powerful?!" He Feihong cried out inconceivably.
How did he know that once the golden bell is cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, the magic is not only the invincible defense, but also the ability to use the huge resonance to turn the enemy's attack into invisible energy, and then use a special method Double the counterattack and go back, take advantage of the strength to hurt the enemy!
In other words, as long as the enemy's attack is within the upper limit of the Golden Bell's defense, the stronger the enemy's spells, the greater the counter-shock force it will receive.
After He Feihong's right finger was cut off, he naturally lost the power to fight again, and could only get off the stage.
In the next half an hour, several eighth-rank martial artists coveted the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword and were unwilling to take the challenge on stage.
However, Guo Yue showed an invincible posture, just like King Ming, standing still in place, but no one could cause him any harm.
For a time, many people in the court retreated.
"This Guo Yue is really amazing! Shaolin's golden bell, the strongest defensive skill, really deserves its reputation!" Someone said with emotion.
"Unless there is a Ninth-Rank powerhouse or a legendary master, no one will be his opponent in the field!"
"That's right! It seems that the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword is in Guo Yue's pocket in all likelihood!"
...
Just when everyone thought that Guo Yue would be the final winner, suddenly there was a commotion in the underground ring.
A dozen people in black wearing uniform uniforms, with solemn expressions, walked in from outside, still carrying a solid smell.
More importantly, all the people in black wear a mustache and look like they are Japanese.
Among them, the stars gathered around a young man in his early twenties.
The man wore a traditional Japanese warrior uniform. He was handsome, and in his long, narrow and deep eyes, there was an awe-inspiring attitude that looked at the world and looked down upon the heroes!
And in his hand, holding a Taishou, the evil spirit was abrupt, which formed a sharp contrast with the awe-inspiring righteousness on the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.
This young man flew onto the ring with a sword in his hand, and said loudly in bad Chinese language:
"Here is the Japanese warrior-Sato Kojiro! I heard that there were magical soldiers born here, so I'm here to ask!
Your Chinese martial arts are vulnerable! Chinese warriors are all ants! If you don't want to die, hand over the magic soldiers obediently, otherwise you will be dragged to the ground! "
Saying that, Sato Kojiro smiled cruelly and cut his throat to Guo Yue, extremely arrogant!
At this time, Guo Yue hadn't said anything. The audience in the venue were all excited and cursed:
"Fuck! A little widow, who dares to be arrogant on our Chinese territory, is tolerable or unbearable!"
"Guo Yue, I support you and kill that arrogant little widow!"
"That is, since standing on the ring, it means that you have signed the status of life and death. It is not a pity to die! Daxia Guo, let him learn and teach us the magic of China!"
Hearing the voices filled with righteous indignation, Guo Yue's face was as deep as water, and his face was extremely solemn.
When facing Sato Kojiro, he felt an unprecedented pressure, especially the Taito in the opponent's hand, which even gave him a slight threat of death.
But at this time, Guo Yue couldn't regress at all.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, they shouted violently, and roared: "Little Wo Lao, come on, look at Grandpa Guo, I won't beat you so that I don't even know my mother!"
Immediately afterwards, his muscles tightened, as if covered with a layer of gold gauze, full of explosive power, as solid as golden soup.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Sato Kojiro's mouth gave out a sulky smile, his tyrannical killing intent emerged, and the whole person's momentum rose to the extreme.
"Jihe-draw a knife and cut!"
Visually!
Tuna!
Pay!
Cut it off!
A series of rapid daggers and slashes were completed in an instant. The ordinary audience only felt that their eyes were dark, and they couldn't even see Sato Kojiro's figure. They only felt that a great sword sound resounding throughout the world, like a stormy and evil flood.
At the next moment, Sato Kojiro returned to his original position, with the knife in its sheath.
The whole process before and after added up, and in less than half a second, nine out of ten people in the field didn't know what happened.
"Shit!"
At this moment, a neat and smooth red line appeared between Guo Yue's neck on the opposite side, and then red blood rushed out like a fountain, splashing the earth.
"Peng!"
Guo Yue's head fell to the ground.
"thump!"
Immediately afterwards, his burly golden bell body also fell to the ground, completely dead.
For a moment, there was a dead silence in the venue, there was no sound, and the atmosphere instantly solidified to freezing point.
All the audience were dumbfounded and couldn't believe what happened before them.
Guo Yue, an eighth-rank martial artist who was previously invincible, was killed so easily? !
At this time, Sato Kojiro stepped forward step by step, like kicking a ball, kicking Guo Yue's head under the ring, which was extremely humiliating.
But at this moment, facing the murderous Sato Kojiro, everyone held their breath and dared not come out, as if being crushed on the seat by an invisible force, unable to move.
Suddenly, Sato Kojiro suddenly raised his head again, looked around, arrogantly provoked:
"With all due respect, everyone here is scum! You sick men in East Asia are vulnerable!"
