Chapter 33 Win

Everyone outside the court showed an unbelievable look. They couldn't imagine what happened in that black and white intertwined space that could make a CET-6 middle-level strong man look like this in such a short time, which was really beyond their cognition.

"Bang!"

A cracking sound suddenly sounded, and the good magic armor on the middle-aged martial artist suddenly broke, and the fragments of armor shining with faint spiritual power dissipated in the air in an instant.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of the middle-aged martial artist's mouth. Although he had a good set of magic armor to resist most of the attacks, in that space, the endless offensive still hurt him. He gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at Jing Chen in front of him with a cold look. The middle-aged martial artist desperately urged the remaining fighting spirit in his body and poured it into the long gun with only the handle of the gun.

"Bang!" Another cracking sound came, and the handle of the gun, which had been smashed to pieces, suddenly broke into countless pieces and exploded in an instant. Many of them hit the middle-aged martial artist's body and drew blood grooves. At this moment, a trace of despair flashed in the middle-aged martial artist's eyes. He knew that he was completely finished. Before the battle with Jing Chen, if someone told him that he would be defeated by such a teenager under the age of 20, he would definitely think that the man was crazy, but at this moment, when all this really appeared in front of him, all he could do was despair.

At this moment, the middle-aged martial artist could already see his bleak future, the life of being hunted down by countless bitter masters, and the life that could only hide like a homeless dog. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Jing Chen opposite, and a breathtaking light burst out in his sparkling and desperate eyes.

It's you! It's all you! Everything is done by you! I'm going to drag you to death!" The middle-aged martial artist rushed to Jing Chen crazily, and the originally extremely weak body burst out with terrible energy fluctuations again.

Outside the court, everyone looked at this scene in surprise. Even Kund forgot to save Jing Chen. At this moment, he could only rely on Jing Chen himself.

He took a cold look at the rushing middle-aged martial artist. Jing Chen snorted coldly. Although he was also a little tired at this moment, the middle-aged martial artist was at the end of the crossbow, which was not enough to threaten him. He waved his hands and hit out with a touch of dark red wild magic. The middle-aged martial artist flew straight to Jing Chen's body was also in this The bombardment of the wild magic quickly reduced its own speed.

"It's useless..." Jing Chen said calmly. The frequency of his hand wave was so consistent. All the people watching the battle even had an illusion that Jing Chen was performing a kind of performance, which was a one-sided performance, and the middle-aged martial artist opposite was just to cheer up Jing Chen's performance.

Of course, the two people in the field felt another scene.

"Hey, boy, it seems that God is not on your side." Feeling that the resistance in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't help hanging a crazy smile on the pale face of the middle-aged martial artist. Although his words were extremely light, it was not difficult to hear from his hoarse voice that he suffered no less than Jingchen.

"That's not necessarily!" Jing Chen raised his head slightly and looked at the middle-aged martial artist calmly. There was always a cold smile on his face. Seeing Jing Chen's strange smile, a trace of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the middle-aged martial artist's heart. Suddenly, the resistance from the front faded in an instant. The middle-aged martial artist had no time to think about it. In an instant, he rushed to Jingchen. The pair of palms flashing with dark yellow light and went straight to Jing Chen's neck. Obviously, the middle-aged martial artist did not mean any mercy. From this, it can be seen that he hated Jing Chen.

"Break!" Jing Chen roared, and the voice was like a peerless beast from ancient times, which made everyone's ears buzz. The middle-aged martial artist, who was already full of wounds, was also stunned by Jing Chen's sound wave attack. When he reacted again, a huge fist had appeared in front of him. It's too late to hide.

"Bang!" The people outside the field suddenly heard a dull explosion, and everyone's eyes hurriedly gathered to the field. After a while, everyone's eyes fell on the middle-aged martial artist with astonishment. At this moment, the middle-aged martial artist was already dissatisfied with the thin wounds. Those blood-red scars like small mouths opened ferociously, and bright red blood stains oozed from them. Looking at the appearance of the middle-aged martial artist, it seemed that it was not beaten by Jing Chen, but more like the explosion of a huge energy in his body.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, and the middle-aged martial artist pointed to Jing Chen, who was smiling, "You...you..." After waiting for the middle-aged martial artist to say anything, a red blood sprayed out, which dyed the ground between him and Jing Chen red. Immediately, his eyes turned over and fainted.

Looking at the middle-aged martial artist who completely fainted in the past, the whole space fell into a strange silence. Many people have not recovered. Such a powerful six-level middle-level strongman was defeated by this young man who was less than 20 years old? Although some people speculated so from the beginning, all this became a fact, and when it really happened in front of them, everyone was still a little unbelievable.

In this strange silence, Jing Chen turned slightly and wanted to return to the Notting family team. This battle is also extremely huge for Jing Chen. After all, the other party is also a six-level middle-level strongman, and he is a long-known strong man. In terms of combat experience, he is far from being comparable to that of a teenager Jingchen. What's more, this six-level martial artist also has his own uniqueness. Whether it is the majestic earth fighting spirit, the fierce offensive, the magic equipment and the magic weapon in his hand, it has brought a lot of trouble to Jing Chen.

Just as Jing Chen turned around and raised his foot to leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind Jing Chen, "Kid, leave your wand!"

Although the voice was not loud, it attracted the attention of everyone in the field. Byron did not know when he had come behind Jing Chen, staring closely at Jing Chen, and his eyes flashed with undisguised greed.

Byron! I hope you don't ruin this gambling fight, otherwise..." The Dores city guard said slowly. At this moment, the owner of Roland and the Dores city guard also appeared on the scene. The two stared at Byron coldly. Although Byron's strength was higher than the two, the two did not have a trace of fear, just so tightly. Staring at Byron.

"Huh!" Byron snorted coldly and said, "I want that boy's weapon. If anyone blocks me, die!" There is a coldness deep into the bone marrow in the voice.

"Byron, although you are good, it is very difficult for you to win good things from the two of us. You'd better go back so as not to destroy our relationship!" The owner of the Roland family also opened his mouth to persuade, but there was no trace of persuasion in the voice, which sounded like threatening Byron.

"I want that boy's weapon. If anyone blocks me, I'll die!" Byron's cold voice said again. At this moment, Kund also came to Jing Chen, and the eyes of the four six-level strong men in the field also fell on Byron.

His eyes calmly glanced at the people in front of him. Byron's face suddenly showed a gloomy smile and said in a low voice, "Since you are so obsessed, don't blame me for being ruthless." With a wave of his hands, he saw five enchanted balls shining with all kinds of light suddenly shoot out. Suddenly, five shining figures with silver lights suddenly appeared beside Byron, feeling the terrible breath from the five figures, and several people in the field were stunned.

Staring at the five figures shrouded in silver, the owner of Roland said in a low voice, "Six-level enchanted puppet?!" At this moment, the gray-haired old man's face also showed a deep fear. In any case, he did not expect that Byron, a very ordinary six-level enchanter, could have so many six-level enchantment balls.

"Gone last chance, get out of here! Or die!" Byron did not answer the words of the owner of the Roland family. His eyes stared at Jing Chen coldly, and the enchanted puppets instantly locked the owners of the Roland family.