Sword runes are scattered everywhere, faintly, there is an inexplicable connection between the sword runes and the entire venue......

"Don't say much about the rules, don't hurt their lives!"

This is a battle that only Asura people with the Shura god rank can participate in, and now Diwen has such qualifications...

This battle is nothing more than a way to distribute prisoners of war slaves in each domain, the better the performance, the more slaves will be obtained, and it is only appropriate for the Shura gods of each domain to participate in the competition.

Before coming here, Di Wen already knew the purpose of this trip - to win this battle and get more slaves, so that the Taiyuan Great Domain could become stronger!

In the past, due to the fact that there was no birth of the Shura God Throne, the Taiyuan Domain has always been in the weakest position, both the number of slaves and the strength are at the lowest end...

Looking at the flickering sword rune, Di Wen deeply knew that one sword rune represented 10,000 slaves, and snatching more sword runes could get more slaves!

There was a little impatience in his eyes, and he didn't know when his competitiveness and anger had become so heavy... It's against this will...

Not only him, but the entire 2,800 Shura also exuded a little violent aura, showing a tense posture.

"Let's go!"

With a soft cry from King Shura, the bottom began to be restless......

A figure swept by at great speed, and the sound of breaking wind roared.

Getting closer and closer to the sword talisman, reach out and get it.

"Poof"

Purple light shot out, and with a muffled snort, the figure shot out backwards, quite embarrassed, and gave up the sword talisman in front of him and fled elsewhere...

In an instant, shadows arose, thousands of people swept at great speed, and there were afterimages everywhere, and the sword talisman was their only target.

The powerful Shura directly snatched the sword talisman in the hands of others, and the weaker one sneaked away to take advantage of his unpreparedness and quietly "touched" away.

Di Wen was stunned for a moment, so he also threw himself into it and grabbed the sword talisman in front of him.

Just as he was about to catch the sword talisman, an unexpected scene happened, and the fist print came from the surface, which caught Di Wen off guard and retreated in embarrassment.

Diwen turned his target elsewhere, not to contend with others too deeply, and he also knew that with his current strength, he was purely looking for abuse.

Avoiding the undercurrent and avoiding the confrontation, Di Wen shot again, this place is not very conspicuous, it is more suitable for picking up leaks, with Di Wen's current strength, it is indeed a bit spicy.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he came out of nowhere and whipped his legs, hitting Di Wen's face.

"Bang"

Diwen rolled out directly, and rolled several times before stopping.

"Holy!"

Di Wen burst into a foul mouth, covering his bloody nose and relieving himself.

"It's that guy again!"

Diven turned around and ran again, "Why did you keep up with me, so you can't get along with me?"

Devon complained secretly.

As he fled, the figure appeared out of thin air, stopped in front of Divin, and kicked out again.

Fortunately, Di Wen reacted quickly enough to dodge in a hurry, but he was secretly surprised, this TM is teleportation?!

I didn't have time to think about it, Di Wen adjusted his body, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body shape was reflected, a punch was blasted, the inscription on the tendons was powerful, and the dark purple fist prints were superimposed...

The fists and feet intersected, and the figure suddenly pulled apart.

"It's you!"

Devon was a little shocked, he could easily find himself in the thousands of people, what is this?

Special feature or plug-in?

The figure floating in the air landed steadily, staring at Divin, "I said, you have to pay for your choice!"

He waved his sleeves lightly, and his demeanor was a little frivolous, and no one has always been willing to look at the weak, whether it is on the earth, or in the other world where the weak eat the strong.

This person is Shura, who suddenly appeared last night, and since he didn't get a favor in Diwen's hands last night, it seems that he has come to announce his personal vendetta.

"For the sake of a slave, what are you going to do?" asked Divin, coldly.

The killing intent has also begun to spread, and for those who are hostile, there must be no luck mentality, and even a blow must be given!

"She's no ordinary slave!"

He was unwilling, and gritted his teeth word by word.

"Oh, it looks like I picked up a bargain!"

Diwen pretended to be surprised and smiled brightly, but in fact he was hovering on the verge of death...

As the saying goes, only when you are infinitely close to death can you understand the true meaning of life!

"You're looking for death!"

couldn't bear it, he roared angrily and ran towards Chao Diwen, his figure shook, and disappeared halfway, and when he appeared in the next moment, he had already come to Di Wen, his palm waved, and a slap mark was covered by Di Wen.

"Smack!"

Di Wen grinned and covered his arm, his arm aching, as if it had been burned by fire.

Although he blocked it with his arm, his figure was still photographed far away before he stopped.

"Your uncle!"

Devon secretly complained, helplessly, it was difficult for him to survive a few rounds under him only by relying on the way the earthlings fought.

"him, just him!Who isn't a baby anymore!" Divin ran forward, the dirt and rocks under his feet falling apart.

"Brainless!" he smiled disdainfully, and his figure disappeared as soon as he moved, and Ren Diwen pounced.

A fire palm appeared out of thin air, hanging behind Divin's head, and struck out in the next moment.

"Look at the fact that I can't shoot you into cerebral palsy!"

There was already a smile on the corner of his mouth, if he hadn't been able to make a dead move, I'm afraid Di Wen wouldn't even have a chance to jump.

The scorching aura swept in, and before Di Wen could stabilize his body, a strong uneasiness rose.

Sure enough, his head was directly hit hard, and a fireball exploded on his head.

"Poof!"

His eyes darkened, and his brain buzzed.

A treacherous laugh came from Divin's ears, hearty!

Suddenly, a pair of transparent wings spread, enveloping Di Wen, and all the negative effects of his body disappeared.

Devon turned around and staggered, quickly pulling away from him.

Di Wen was not the only one who was surprised, even that Shura was incredible.

But gradually, his face was extremely ugly, and his originally purple face was red, which belonged to anger!

"It's... Angel's Blessing!"

He said tremblingly, as if his heart was collapsing.

"You are a pervert, you actually used my slaves, and you returned the protection of my angels!"

Di Wen thought about it, and his face also showed shame about what happened late last night, but he was covered by a serious look at this time, and the current situation was not optimistic.

"I cultivated the blessing of an angel, worked hard, waited for more than two hundred years, and you took it away from me in one night!"

He was furious, and his voice trembled, "Die!"

Flames rise,

The terrifying attack struck, and Di Wen suddenly fell into a state of emptiness, and the purple inscriptions engraved on his whole body flickered, like a flowing trickle.

Suddenly, a spark appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the cold sparks accompanied by the dark purple glow burned, and the temperature dropped sharply at this moment.

Di Wen subconsciously resisted and left, the flames intersected with the cold fire, and the attacks on both sides retreated one after another.