Now after looking at the two corpses on the ground again, I also feel that these two people are simply looking for death.

Cold Moon Shadow is a person who has a relationship with the Four Hidden Capitals of the Hidden Moon Pavilion, how can this kind of gatekeeper dare to threaten Cold Moon Shadow, this is not looking for death.

After passing through a passage and paying a certain amount of money, Cold Moon Shadow and Night as Ice walked into the slave death arena.

Just entered, the scene was also very shocking.

The dueling arena that formed a circle was already full of spectators, and everyone was letting out that enthusiastic roar, and the duel that was fighting together with the dueling arena was exciting.

Because it is also possible to buy and lose the winners and losers of the duel in the right and bright here, it is natural to attract many people who come to gamble.

Slave death arena, as long as it is a person who enters the arena, then it must be a winner and loser, there is no draw, only life and death.

And in the slave death arena, that's why it's called that, because many of the people who play here are all people who live as slaves.

If they can win the game here, then they can be free.

But if you fail, you'll die here.

But basically ninety percent of slaves will die in this death arena, because this is what those viewers want to see, which is one of the reasons why it is so popular.

After all, in the eyes of them, the lives of those slaves are not worth much, and being able to sacrifice wonderful battles for them is where the value of these slaves lies.

Because of a casual glance, there was almost no place to sit in the death arena.

Cold Moon Shadow pulled Ye Rubing to an inconspicuous corner, and then watched the duel in the slave death arena.

"Pick two people, and I'll let you pick what you think is okay. ”

Although Ye Rubing didn't know what Cold Moon Shadow was going to do, she still turned her eyes to the slave death arena to pick the person she looked at.

After watching it for a while, Ye Rubing didn't say anything, but that look already showed that none of those who played could enter Ye Rubing's eyes.

Of course, Cold Moon Shadow has the same idea.

Those who fought against each other did not meet the requirements of Cold Moon Shadow, and it was an extremely dangerous thing to enter the Forbidden Land of Blood and Bone, so when it came to choosing people, they definitely couldn't be sloppy.

"Huo!"

"It's that kid again, does he want to challenge for twenty consecutive wins? ”

"I think it's just looking for death, I've been playing in this slave death arena for so many years, and I haven't seen a few slaves who can be free. ”

At this moment, suddenly those spectators suddenly broke out into a big stir.

I saw a man walking into the death arena.

The man was dressed in tattered clothes, and his muscles were completely exposed, and his body was full of scars, all new and old wounds.

There were also some wounds that were spilling blood, and it was obvious that they had just been injured.

Looking at the man's appearance, he looks very vicissitudes, his face is sloppy, but his eyes are full of resoluteness, and from that breath, he is only nineteen or twenty.

However, because of the completely unkempt reason, it looks a little old.

But on the slave dueling arena, any image is superfluous, because all they have to do is win the game.

After all, if you die, you have nothing, so why care about any image.

However, the appearance of this person surprised Cold Moon Shadow a little, because the slaves he and he fought with, and they still moved freely with their hands and feet.

But this young man's hands and feet were heavily shackled, giving him physical restraints.

But the man did not appear to be dissatisfied or unfair, and his eyes always showed that resolute look, as if nothing could prevent him from winning.

At this moment, a figure from the sky landed in the middle of the death arena.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, and he could feel that this person had a strong aura.

As soon as this person appeared, the entire slave death arena also became much quieter all of a sudden, and they all focused their eyes on the death arena.

"Everyone, welcome to the Death Arena. Those of you who have come here today are in for a treat, because the slave next to me has won fifteen games in a row. He is the tenth person to win so many games in a row since the establishment of the Death Arena, and everyone gives encouragement. ”

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, warm applause erupted from the slave death arena.

"By the way, it's fifteen wins in a row, and we shouldn't call them slaves. Please call his name, Shen Xingming!"

"Shen Xingming!"

"Shen Xingming!"

I have to say that the middle-aged man is very good at driving the atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the death arena rises and falls with him.

In this slave death arena, only nine people had succeeded in setting themselves free.

And now Shen Xingming has won fifteen games in a row, as long as he can win twenty games in a row, then he can become the tenth person and gain freedom himself.

But you know, this slave death arena has been in existence for more than fifty years.

So far, only nine people have been freed, and this difficulty can be imagined.

Instead, they will try to make it more difficult for the slaves who might pass, so that they will not pass through.

Freedom, this is just a beautiful illusion for these slaves, and it can be said that it is an unattainable dream to be truly free.

"Then let's look forward to Shen Xingming becoming the tenth person to be free, everyone cheers!"

"Oh!"

The scene is extremely hot, after all, this kind of competition so close to freedom is the most anticipated and exciting.

Although the middle-aged man on the side kept saying that he hoped that everyone would encourage Shen Xingming more, it was not difficult to see that there was disdain and contempt in his eyes, as well as that deep disgust.

It seems that standing with this slave is detrimental to his identity.

But Shen Xingming didn't care about anything around him at all, and the cheers on the field didn't seem to have anything to do with him, his eyes were full of perseverance and killing intent, and a desire for freedom, but that desire didn't seem to arise because of himself.

The middle-aged man struck while the iron was hot and said, "Then there is Shen Xingming's sixteenth opponent to play!"

Thundered....

As the middle-aged man's words fell, everyone only felt a wave of shaking in the entire death arena, and the next moment they saw a fierce beast like a mountain roaring and came to the death arena.

I didn't expect that the duel on this slave death arena would not only be between man and man, but also man and beast!

(End of chapter)