C7 Blood Stain

Wu Yun remained unfazed. He looked at Ma Zhaoyang who had just finished his sentence and took a step back, smiling faintly. However, her eyes were ice-cold, causing people to feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts!

Without any emotion, he said, "The reason why you call me a fool, trash, and trash is not because of my stupidity, nor is it because I'm afraid of you. It's because I don't even put you scum in my eyes and can't be bothered to make a fuss about it!"

He paused for a moment, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Since you want to break my bottom line today, then let me kill this dog-like thing of yours and show it to those trash!"

"You … How dare you call me a dog! Anger appeared on Ma Zhaoyang's face as he pointed at Wu Yun and roared. The hand that held the challenge token had veins bulging out of it!

From the looks of it, he seemed to be about to open the challenge token in the next moment!

Who would have thought that Ma Zhaoyang would raise his hand up high and wave it ruthlessly, causing his chest to flatten and he would have a look of disdain on it. "I really don't know where this trash's courage came from, to face me like this?"

With that, he said once more, "I want to pay 5 war coins to start Xiong Ba's battle record!"

"I'll let your disgraceful battle record be known to the public. Let's see how you will continue to act like a Big Tailed Wolf!"

Then, a painting scroll floated into the air and slowly unfurled!

"Heavens!" This … How much longer must we lose in order to have such a blood color? " Immediately, some people stared at the corner of the painting and exclaimed in shock. The color was even brighter than blood, and their voices were trembling!

"Could what Sword Young Master said be true?"

Immediately, someone objected and said with certainty, "How is that possible? To have lost a hundred matches consecutively would have already caused you to go crazy. I do not believe that you can still stand here properly. "

"It seems like this situation is quite possible! Furthermore, the Sword Young Master is still considered to be the pride of the heavens. If you are not 100% sure, you would waste five battle coins! "

"Indeed!" After some people heard the analysis, they couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Finally, Wu Yun's name appeared in everyone's eyes!

At this moment, those who were still discussing and disbelieving immediately froze in shock! The previously noisy surroundings were now completely silent. The sound of falling leaves could be heard!

Even those who were already prepared felt the urge to drag Wu Yun into the battlefield of steel and blood when they saw his achievements...

"One... Two... Ten … Fifty-five... One... 100! Oh god! There's really a whole 100 of them! " The entire picture scroll could only be described as a bloody scene. When the light shone on everyone's faces, it was completely overflowing with blood!

Even the Dragon City member who was arguing with Ma Zhaoyang for the sake of watching the show was dumbfounded. He was completely speechless! He rummaged through the memories in his mind. He remembered that ever since his Lord's Battlefield had been established for one hundred and twenty thousand years, he had lost forty-seven times in a row!

Moreover, after that person's 47th defeat, his mind was no longer able to stand being in a state of madness! But now, he had set a record for the most powerful consecutive losses in history. The most important fact was that the other party was still alive.

It was like seeing a legend!

The heck! "You're still alive, f * cking grieving for your dad. If I knew earlier that my son was such a trash, would I have regretted not shot you back then?"

"Hahaha!"

"F * ck, I heard that this trash actually had the guts to provoke Ma Zhaoyang. I thought he was an expert, I didn't think that …"

"I really want to know, who gave you the courage? You dare to enter Lord's Battlefield without a sense of shame, and yet you dare to be so arrogant? "

"Fuck, it can't be that Xiong Ba, right?"

However, there were some people in the crowd who lowered their heads and thought for a moment. Their pupils suddenly contracted and they yelled out in disbelief.

Under normal circumstances, the calmness was to welcome a sudden storm. After a short period of calmness, everyone present mocked Wu Yun crazily!

"This is a little interesting!" A man wearing a black trench coat, who was a little far from Wu Yun, stared at the blood screen in the sky with interest.

His real name was Luo Haoran, and in Lord's Battlefield, it was called Haoran Zhen Qi. He was the leader of a famous team in the Middle Ancient Battlefield.

Normally speaking, the near Ancient Battlefield was usually battles under the level of Qi-acupoint Stage, so it was unable to attract him over. However, Wu Yun's hundred consecutive defeats had piqued Luo Haoran's interest by quite a bit!

So he decided to take a look.

"I say, Sword Young Master, hurry up and challenge this piece of trash. We should properly prepare him so that he won't have the guts to enter again. This is simply insulting our characters!"

"Right, right, our Dragon City will support you unconditionally!"

"Umm … Sword Young Master, I'll give you a way. I guarantee that this trash will be suspicious of his life. Once we get out of here, we'll immediately jump into the river and commit suicide!" No need for 999, no need for 666, as long as you can get it with 1 war coin! "

"Ga Ga!" "Trash, just wait for your death!" Ma Zhaoyang heard the cheers of the crowd and felt comfortable to be held high in the sky!

"Compulsory Challenge Order – open!"

Ma Zhaoyang looked straight at Wu Yun, raised the challenge token in his hand and said word by word, "Challenge Xiong Ba Under Heaven."

As the word 'Wu Yun' came out, a white light fell from the sky, illuminating the compulsory challenge token. With another explosion, it enveloped Wu Yun and Ma Zhaoyang, and when the white light fell on Wu Yun, he felt his feet lighten.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already standing on the stage!

Near the ancient battlefield, there were only two types of laws!

First, it was a random match, and second, it was a battle!

Randomly, depending on one's strength, they would match up against opponents that were similar in strength. And the designated time was for both sides to discuss and summon the battle order to the arena!

For example, Wu Yun, right now, could be considered a designated type, but this type was a bit special, and needed the special props in the Lord's Battlefield to forcefully activate it!

Once the battle was confirmed, both sides would be dragged into the only battlefield, the square arena!

If it was anyone else who was interested in a particular battle, they would be able to pay a small sum of money for the visual field of vision of God. Furthermore, there was even a spectator stand!

Ma Zhaoyang stood at the other end of the stage. He glanced at Wu Yun coldly and said sarcastically, "Trash!"

"If you kneel down and kowtow now, maybe I'll let you go! I'll make it so that you die quickly, otherwise … "

His voice carried a hint of meaning, perhaps he was imagining the scene when Wu Yun kneeled down. He remembered that back then on the listening platform, not even the Great Master was able to make this trash kneel down! He even closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the show!

"So much nonsense!" Regarding this, Wu Yun's expression did not change. He interrupted him and held the three-foot long sword horizontally. The meaning of this was self-evident!

"What?" Since you want to be crippled, don't blame me for not showing mercy! "

Ma Zhaoyang was furious. A powerful aura of Qi-acupoint Stage appeared outside his body, and with a "chi" sound, his sleeves burst apart! His right foot aimed at the ground and with a heavy stomp, he borrowed the momentum to soar into the air. The moment he jumped up, his right hand whizzed out and pulled out the Longsword that was hiding behind him!

One slash!

It was as powerful as a mountain or a river, slicing through the air!

"Wind Following Sword!"

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"