At this time, with the sound of the gong of the ritual officer, the two strong men suddenly launched an attack on each other.

The two of them had great murderous aura, each with one sword and one gun, each with one sword and one gun. The sword and the gun were fierce, and the sword and gun were fierce. When the sword and gun touched, fire was everywhere.

"I am worthy of being the envoy of the Demon Spear. Although the opponent's sword king attack was extremely fierce, they were actually all resolved one by one." Someone commented.

"Since ancient times, there have been words. The so-called "one inch long and one inch strong" will naturally have the power of the gun. If there is no need to use ten moves, the sword king will be defeated." The other person also agreed.

Han Sanqian didn't say anything, just stared at the situation on the field.

Although the gunner does have an advantage over weapons, this is not enough to allow him to maintain an absolute advantage in the duel. The reason why he can do this is actually due to his steady footwork.

The gun comes out like a dragon, and the feet are like stepping on the gossip.

Not to mention ten moves, within three moves, the King of Swords will definitely be defeated.

It is said that when a gun strikes a bird, the ones that rush up early are often half-filled water. But from the current swordsman, this is really a place where dragons and tigers should fall.

Even if it is half-filled, it is quite powerful.

Almost as Han Sanqian was thinking, as the gunman on the stage returned to the horse's gun with one move, the tip of the gun was pushed straight into the throat of the knife, and the winner was decided.

Almost at the same time, the ritual officer on the side also took out a piece of incense about the length of his thumb and lit it, and slowly brought it up.

According to regulations, if the incense burns out and no one comes to the stage to challenge it, naturally, the gunner will be the new king of the arena.

However, how could such rules and so many people be so easy?

Almost before the defeated swordsman stepped down, another strong man was already holding a giant axe and rushed directly to the stage.

However, it was similar to Han Sanqian who saw it. The gunman used his marksmanship and footwork to directly knock him off the ring within just a few rounds. With a burst of exclamations, he suddenly continued to join the village, and Zhu Yanshuo in the stands and Zhu Yaner next to the ring, and he couldn't help but nod.

Han Sanqian smiled softly, but accidentally swept over the white-faced scholar standing beside him.

This man held a folding fan in his hand, looking at the scene on the stage leisurely and contentedly, his eyes full of pride and pride, looking quite confident.

As expected, almost the next second, the scholar moved his feet and flew over directly.

"Hehe, the ghost faced man is on stage, there is a good show now."

People around him nodded repeatedly: "Who said no? This ghost face man looks gentle and gentle. He can even be said to be powerless, but in fact, he is a cruel and ruthless person."

"The so-called ghost face is said to be like a human face, but his face is as terrifying as a ghost."

A group of people talked and seemed to be quite confident in this person.

Sure enough, after the scholar came to the stage, only shortly after the two gunmen in the rows were beaten away, and at the same time, the long fragrance belonging to the scholar was rekindled on the ring.

As the ritual officer announced his victory, for a moment, the hustle and bustle of the previous ones was gone on the ring, and many people who wanted to go to were looking at each other at this time.

Obviously, it should be that the big goods came on the market, and many people dared not go on rashly.

Han Sanqian smiled gently, and while these people were stunned, he was finally able to find some gaps in the extremely crowded crowd. Then, through these gaps, Han Sanqian slowly walked towards the ring.

"Is there no one?"

On the stands, the ghost-faced scholar calmly put away the fan and looked around the crowds below.

He was very happy. At least although the crowd was still a little scrambled at this time, no one dared to come to the stage for the time being, which at least showed that his prestige was enough.

As a famous guest in the city, he has this confidence, so naturally he does not feel inflated, but his own unique skills. Especially the folding fan in his hand, although it seems ordinary, it is actually full of killer moves in his hands.

He has been in the world for many years, but there are only a few people who can take ten moves with this fan.

Not to mention, the Ghost Face also has his very good internal strength and evil skills plus auxiliary.

I dare not say that I can easily capture this position in the arena, but the Ghost Face believes that he is definitely the most powerful competitor.

"The incense has burned one-third, who else wants to challenge it?" The official of the rites urged lightly at this time.

"I'll try it." A voice suddenly responded...
Chapter completed!