The mutation on the Colosseum made everyone quiet, and the sharp-eyed people recognized that this was the dead soldier of the Murong family, and many people looked at the few people on the highest platform with puzzled eyes, and many people still whispered eagerly.

"Why did the Murong family send the dead man to the field?"

"Who knows, eighty percent of them have lost too much in the gambling spirit stone, and they want to win back. ”

"Who do you say you want to buy in this one?"

"Buy Shura, you see that he has killed all the way until now and has not really made a move, that dead soldier is nothing. ”

"You are stupid, the first 49 are all in the middle and late stages of the Desolate Sect, this is the consummation of the Desolate Sect, and you will be the Desolate King as soon as you enter the door. ”

"Yes, yes, it's a long way to a realm, Shura is only the desolate spirit is complete, and now the Desolate Sect is consummated, this is a whole big step!"

"Let's go, buy the dead soldiers of the Murong family. ”

"Yes, let's go, or you'll miss it later!"

............

The host said excitedly: "Whether Shura can sing all the way and challenge beyond the stage, let's wait and see, let's start!"

On the high platform, the old man said indifferently: "No. 9's body method is mainly flexible, and that knife and finger are not a threat to him, he is dead." It was as if everything was expected by him.

Murong Cheng was also excited when he heard this, a million lower grade spirit stones was not much for him, and the main thing to win was face.

No. 9 was carrying a long knife with a spirit weapon, and looked at Mo Chen with contempt, in his eyes, Mo Chen was already a dead man.

"Boy, your path ends here, you cut yourself, you can still leave a whole corpse, if I make a move, you will have no bones left. ”

Mo Chen wore a hideous mask, and he couldn't look at it, he said coldly: "This sentence, return it to you!"

"Hmph"

The words fell on No. 9's body and rioted, and the perfect breath of the Desolate Sect was undoubtedly revealed, and the long knife on his back "buzzed" out of the sheath, turning into a black streamer and flying towards Mo Chen, the speed was amazing, and the sword light instantly arrived in front of Mo Chen.

"It's good to come"

Mo Chen's feet stepped on the "Heavenly Divine Step", and his right hand slashed out with a knife that "broke through the air and slashed", the knife body was full of blood, and the left hand "Wuxiang Finger" pointed out at the same time, the fingertips exuded bursts of golden light, and the figure was as fast as lightning and confronted No. 9 head-on.

The figure of No. 9 flashed, and the knife and finger fell on his afterimage, Mo Chen's face changed slightly, and his two martial arts skills had no sense of strength.

"Let's Die"

At this time, a loud shout echoed in Mo Chen's ears, and black knives slashed towards Mo Chen from the side, with a strange body style, which was unguardable.

"Hmph"

Mo Chen didn't dodge or dodge, and directly punched out.

"Eight Desolation Fists"

This punch hit the black knife, and the fist shook and roared, directly breaking the knife of No. 9, and a shallow blood mark overflowed from the fist.

"What? are you still a physique?"

Seeing this scene, No. 9's face changed slightly, and he was shocked for a moment, and at this time, Mo Chen used the "Eight Desolation Fist" again, and the sound of breaking the air resounded throughout the battlefield.

Where the fist swept over, the space distortion instantly condensed into a whirlpool, gathering into a black dot, which instantly pierced Nine's right shoulder.

"Ahh

An arm was torn alive by the calculation, and flew dozens of meters away with the long knife spirit weapon.

"Good, good, good"

"Shura, Shura"

"Shura, I love you......"

Mo Chen's hand made the atmosphere of the audience suddenly soar to another level.

Mo Chen's aura soared again, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, his fists were like treasures, and his fists were full of strength, falling on No. 9 like a storm.

"Bang, bang, bang"

At this time, No. 9 was like a sandbag for Mo Chen's training.

One punch on the left, one punch on the right

Knock you to the Pacific Ocean

One foot on the left, one foot on the right

Let you taste the shadowless feet

No. 9, who reacted, quickly retreated, covering his bloody right shoulder, a big realm bigger than Mo Chen, and was beaten so embarrassed, his eyes were scarlet: "You should die!"

Under the anger of the Nineth, his spiritual power surged, and he was accustomed to using a knife in his right hand, but he did not have a knife.

Mo Chen held the Blood Knife

"Breaking the Sky Slash"

Ruthlessly slashed at Nine's legs, blood glittering the blade's path.

"Ah, no"

No. 9 shrank his eyes in horror, and the overwhelming aura rushed towards him, reflecting Mo Chen, like death descending, bloody and cruel.

A knife fell, and Nine's legs were severed, and his mouth kept screaming.

"Ahh

Obviously having lost his ability to fight, Mo Chen stood not far from him, his voice was cold: "You cut yourself!"

Murong Cheng's face on the high platform had already turned the color of pig liver, and he crushed the teacup in his hand, and the warm spiritual tea was sprinkled on the ground.

The elder patted him, his mouth moving slightly.

The ninth on the field suddenly glanced at them, lowered his head and took out an elixir with his left hand and swallowed it, and his aura that was sluggish skyrocketed in an instant.

Zhuge Changqing stood up and said loudly: "In the early days of the Desolate King, this person committed a foul, and he took the Violent Blood Pill. ”

No. 9 looked at Mo Chen and smiled weirdly, and the aura that skyrocketed to the early stage of the Desolate King skyrocketed again, and in the middle of the Desolate King, his entire body soared towards Mo Chen.

"Die"

"Bang, bang, bang"

Countless explosions sounded around him, and the stone slabs on the Colosseum were lifted away, dust and smoke billowed out, and the tyrannical spiritual power quickly exploded in all directions with No. 9 as the center.

The spiritual power of the entire Colosseum was raging, and when it touched the edge of the high platform, it was isolated by formations, if the Colosseum was not isolated by formations, it would definitely spread to the entire Colosseum.

"That No. 9 actually revealed that he had to pull someone to accompany him to the funeral when he died, it's too ruthless, it's a pity for Shura!"

"Isn't it? I also bought a lot of him, and I don't know how to pay for this game. ”

"That No. 9 must be dead, and Shura can't live anymore, it must be a draw. ”

"It's good to draw, I bought No. 9, I didn't expect him to be so useless, he can't even beat a desolate spirit, and he's still a dead man!"

On the highest stage, Murong Cheng smiled: "Zhuge Changqing, it seems that you can't win my one million lower grade spirit stones." ”

Zhuge Changqing snorted coldly: "Despicable!"

"Hehe, soldiers don't get tired of cheating!"

Zhuge Wen opened his mouth and said, "Grand Master Murong, you lost!"

Murong Cheng slapped the table and pointed at Zhuge Wen angrily: "Shut up, I didn't see this son talking to your master, is there a share of your dog interjecting?"

Zhuge Changqing jumped up violently: "Murong Cheng, keep your mouth clean, this is my uncle, unlike your Murong family, except for the descendants, they are all dogs." After speaking, he glanced at Murong Yuan behind him.

Murong Wei clasped his hands and still stood aside silently.

Murong Cheng laughed angrily: "Heh, this can't win the spirit stone in a hurry, it seems that you, the eldest son, are very poor!"

At this moment, the spiritual storm that had lasted for several minutes on the Colosseum gradually stopped, and I saw a man with a cloak and tattered clothes sitting on the edge of the Colosseum, coughing incessantly and cursing from his mouth.

"There is grass growing in the nest, this king and eight calves, if he wants to die, he will die, and if he dies, he will ruin his brother's image. ”

This curse was heard out of the Colosseum, and the chatter on the high platform suddenly stopped, looking at the impossible scene in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout: "That's Shura, Shura didn't die, he won!"

"Ahh

"Wow, Shura, Shura"

"Shura, Shura"

............

The cheers on the high platform rose one after another, wave after wave.

Even the host was stunned for a while before he reacted, after all, he was a person who had seen a big scene, and he used his spiritual power and said loudly: "The fiftieth scene, Shura wins! Congratulations to Shura!"

"Shura, you've won fifty games in a row, and there was a halftime break, do you want to rest?"

Mo Chen nodded, he definitely had to rest, although his internal and external injuries were repaired with the Holy Light Kiss Bottle and the Soul Pepper Tu Mussel, but he was wearing tattered clothes now, which damaged his image.

"Hahaha, Grand Duke Murong, I agreed, it seems that you can't escape this million lower-grade spirit stones!"

Murong Cheng's face turned pale, and he threw out a storage ring, which contained a full million lower-grade spirit stones.

"Haha, thank you for your generosity!"

Zhuge Changqing handed the storage ring to Zhuge Wen: "Uncle Wen, this filial piety for you to buy spiritual wine to drink!"

Zhuge Wen smiled slightly and put it away.

"Zhuge Changqing, do you dare to bet with me again?"

"Oh, still betting?"

Murong Cheng said with a smile: "Just bet that this kid can't beat a hundred wins, two million low-grade spirit stones!"

Zhuge Changqing couldn't make up his mind, he glanced at Zhuge Wen.

"Why, doesn't the eldest prince Zhuge have so many spirit stones? In this case, if that kid can't win a hundred wins, you lose one million lower grade spirit stones to me, and if he wins a hundred wins, I lose two million lower grade spirit stones to you, how about it?"

At this moment, Zhuge Wen returned the storage ring to Zhuge Changqing, and his actions obviously made Zhuge Changqing gamble.

"Okay, just bet, I won't lose if I lose anyway, and I'll make a lot of money if I win. ”

"Hehe, these millions of spirit stones are just a drop in the bucket for this son, our seven families, who doesn't know that your Zhuge family's eldest son is poor!"

"Oh, I don't understand, how can the eldest son of your dignified Zhuge family be poorer than the son of the side branch!"

Zhuge Changqing was silent, he was a poor jingle, and all his resources were exchanged for pills for his younger brother.

After his younger brother Zhuge Changgu was born, his mother died because of the exhaustion of spiritual power in childbirth, and held his hands tightly before he died, asking him to take good care of his younger brother, Zhuge Changgu was found to be born at the age of six with small meridians, unable to store spiritual power, forced cultivation will explode and die, unable to cultivate and not get the attention of the patriarch, and was abandoned by the family to the side courtyard.

He was ridiculed all day long, committed suicide by throwing himself into the river at the age of ten, and was discovered by Zhuge Changqing, he felt guilty, took care of his own cultivation, and forgot to take care of his younger brother, and later he took Zhuge Changgu back to his house.

More than fifty years have passed, Zhuge Changgu's body is getting weaker and weaker, and normal people can live to be more than two hundred years old, but his younger brother is in his sixties like an old man in the twilight.

The resources issued by the family have been used for his younger brother, and the progress of cultivation has been slow, and he has also been dissatisfied with the family, and the resources allocated to him are getting less and less.

Fortunately, Zhuge Wen has always supported him, and the family did not deprive him of his status as the eldest son.