Above the entire slave death arena, everyone's eyes trembled, and it was a little difficult to believe the facts in front of them.

But after the surprise, all the eyes of those people revealed that excited and hot look.

"Oh, Shen Xingming!"

"Shen Xingming!"

I don't know who suddenly burst out into a roar, and the next moment the entire death arena shouted with it.

In this crowd, those who bought Shen Xingming to win were even more excited.

After all, if Shen Xingming wins the game, they can win money, and they can see such a wonderful game, which will make everyone happy.

And at the same time.

The middle-aged man who had just come on the field was in one place, his eyes revealing a touch of coldness, looking at Shen Xingming on the slave death arena.

After all, for those of them who were in charge of the slave death arena, they naturally didn't want to see Shen Xingming win and be free.

After a while.

The middle-aged man also lightly jumped to the top of the death arena and announced: "The sawtooth leopard is dead, this game is won by Shen Xingming, let's congratulate him!"

"Oh!"

Bursts of enthusiastic roars erupted from the venue again, all chanting Shen Xingming's name, as if he was like a powerful hero.

And not to fight here as a slave.

But no matter how much people shouted, it still didn't change the fact that he was a slave.

The audience present naturally didn't care about Shen Xingming's life or death, what they cared about was whether they could still see such a wonderful battle.

When Shen Xingming brought them a wonderful bloody battle, they all chanted Shen Xingming's name, but once Shen Xingming lost the ability to fight, they would treat Shen Xingming like garbage.

This is the reality, and Shen Xingming is naturally very clear about this.

So he didn't feel any emotion at all by the cries around him, he only had one thought in his head, and that was to win the game.

As time went by, the sun set and the sky gradually darkened.

However, this does not affect the liveliness of the slave death arena, and it can even be said that it is more popular at night than during the day.

In the dark night, people will have an inexplicable feeling of excitement, and seeing the bloody battle scene in this death arena is even more heart-pounding.

Through these few games, Cold Moon Shadow is also very optimistic about this Shen Xingming.

If you want to enter the Forbidden Land of Blood and Bone, you need such people.

Although Shen Xingming's strength may not be strong among the people who can find it, his resolute character that is not afraid of danger is what Cold Moon Shadow needs.

Finally, when the night was getting a little deeper, Shen Xingming had already created a miracle and became the tenth slave to win twenty consecutive victories in this slave death arena.

Just after Shen Xingming killed the opponent of the twentieth game, the entire death arena became silent.

They never thought that Shen Xingming would be able to win twenty consecutive victories, which was not only for the entire audience, but also for the slave death arena It was also a memorable moment.

After all, in the fifty years since the creation of this slave death arena, the tenth person has won twenty consecutive victories and set himself free.

"Master, he succeeded. ”

Seeing Shen Xingming on that scene, Bai Yujing was also happy for him, after all, Bai Yujing also knew in her heart that Cold Moon Shadow valued this Shen Xingming very much and wanted him to help.

Now that Shen Xingming can win and survive, Bai Yujing is naturally very happy.

"Well, he's a good choice, don't you think?"

Cold Moon Shadow asked at Ye Rubing on the side.

The night was like ice, and her blood-colored eyes exuded that ruby-like light, and she said flatly: "Whatever." ”

Cold Moon Shadow smiled slightly, Ye Rubing said this on behalf of her acquiescing to Shen Xingming.

There are very few men who can make Ye Rubing not resist and disgust, not to mention that Ye Rubing admires Shen Xingming, after all, it may be that Ye Rubing has not appreciated the man yet, even the cold moon shadow may not be able to make Ye Rubing say appreciation.

But Ye Rubing did not refuse, then it was already the greatest affirmation of Shen Xingming.

......

"Twenty games, I can't imagine that Shen Tianming really did it, it's really amazing. ”

"yes. It's a great game, and we can be regarded as witnessing a memorable scene, haha. ”

The people in the audience, after Shen Xingming won twenty consecutive victories, also had a little admiration for Shen Xingming in their hearts.

After all, the people who can create this miracle, including Shen Xingming, are only ten people.

After Shen Xingming won twenty victories, he was already very exhausted at this time, but his eyes still revealed that incomparably resolute look, shining.

At this time, the middle-aged man came to the death arena again, and after glancing at the audience, he said: "Everyone, first of all, congratulations to Shen Xingming for winning twenty victories, he is the tenth slave to win in this death arena. ”

The middle-aged man's expression showed a touch of cold disdain, especially emphasizing the word slave, as if to make Shen Xingming recognize his identity, he was not a hero sought after by others, just a slave who fought here for people to watch, nothing more.

"If he continues to win the next 10 games, then he can be free again. Below, the game is ready to continue. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience also looked at each other, revealing a look of incomprehension.

I don't know why Shen Xingming continued to fight after winning twenty consecutive victories.

But this news did not make the surrounding audience feel any unfairness, but showed that excited look and hot eyes.

Originally, they still had a feeling that they were still unsatisfied, but when Shen Xingming won twenty victories, he could regain his freedom.

After watching Shen Xingming's games, it may be difficult to feel such an exciting feeling when watching other games.

The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Shen Xingming's body, and said in a gloomy voice that only Shen Xingming could hear: "Keep fighting, if you don't want your sister to die, you owe me these ten battles, as long as you can win, your brothers and sisters will be free." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Shen Xingming's resolute expression, which had never changed at all, also showed a nervous look at this time, and he didn't say anything, but just put on a fighting posture again.

Seeing Shen Xingming so sensible, the middle-aged man also smiled coldly, and then left from the death arena.

Bai Yujing looked at Shen Xingming, who was already exhausted, and said, "Master, these twenty battles have suddenly become thirty, let him continue to fight, wouldn't it send him to death." ”

Cold Moon Shadow's deep gaze swept over the middle-aged man's body, nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, just let him die." ”

(End of chapter)