The Colosseum was as lively as ever, and suddenly the host on the main stage spoke: "Everyone, be quiet, we have someone in the Colosseum just now accepted the task of winning a hundred battles, and he is a newcomer named Shura!"

The sound fell, and Mo Chen walked from the passage to the circular battlefield, dressed in red, with bloodthirsty red hair and a hideous mask on his face.

"I don't know if it's the child of that big family who is short of spirit stones, haha! I don't dare to see people with a mask!"

"That's not it, it's still a hundred consecutive wins, how poor is this, hahaha!"

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

There were bursts of disdainful ridicule from the high platform.

The host continued to speak: "The cultivation of the newcomer Shura is the perfection of the desolate spirit, is there any son or young lady's beast pet who wants to go up to challenge?

At this time, Ximen Yuyang got up, he won a lot of spirit stones here today, and he was naturally wealthy.

"I'm here, this is a slave that Ben Gongzi just bought, and it happens to be in the middle of the Desolate Sect. ”

The host shouted: "Okay, then the beast pet of Ximen Gongzi will fight Shura! Miss Gongzi, who needs to bet, hurry up, and the game will start in five minutes!"

"A thousand lower-grade spirit stones, buy Ximen Yuyang!"

"Five hundred lower-grade spirit stones, buy Ximen Yuyang!"

"Two thousand lower-grade spirit stones, buy Ximen Yuyang!"

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

There are constantly people buying Ximen Yuyang, and no one is optimistic about Shura, and the battle is still two small realms higher, so what is the difference between that and looking for death.

Those slaves who were bought survived every day from the fight and struggle, except for war, it was death!

Mo Chen walked to the gambling table.

"10,000 low-grade spirit stones, buy myself!"

This sentence provoked a burst of exclamations from everyone.

"What, what, 10,000 low-grade spirit stones? Didn't this guy come to fight beasts because he lacked spirit stones?

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

Mo Chen didn't care about how others discussed it, he took out a storage ring and handed it to a steward, and when the steward saw it, there were indeed 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones inside.

The people sitting at the top of the high platform were also attracted by this scene.

"This Shura, it's kind of interesting!"

"It's interesting!"

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

"Bell"

The host said: "The game is on!"

The field suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him. ”

Many family members looked at the tall figures of slaves and shouted, they came here to watch the fighting beasts, just to see those bloody scenes, thrilling and exciting.

Slaves with masters will dress better, not like the slaves in the Colosseum, he is dressed in black, his eyes are cold, his figure is very burly, and he sneered: "If you die, I can live!"

Mo Chen wore a hideous mask, he couldn't see too many expressions, he said lightly: "You are dead or more comfortable than alive!"

The slave's body trembled slightly, and he recovered in an instant, his body suddenly burst out with a burst of golden light, stepped on a step, and flew towards Mo Chen, his hands became claws, covered with a thick layer of gold, and there was a tiger power between the kills, and the whole person seemed to turn into a fierce tiger.

"King Kong Tiger Claw"

The slave's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the golden claws were staggered, and the claws were merciless, as if they could tear through the space.

Mo Chen watched him pounce, as if he was scared stupid, motionless and did not dodge.

"Tear him up, kill him"

There were countless shouts on the high platform, as if they had seen Mo Chen being torn apart.

Suddenly, Mo Chen moved, the spiritual power in his body burst out, and a blood-red big knife appeared in his hand.

"Breaking the Sky Slash"

This knife burst into dazzling blood light, with a thick bloody aura, fast to the extreme, the sword wind tore through the Dao claw strength, and slashed at the slave's head.

The slave's pupils shrank, and his heart instantly froze, and a sense of death swept over.

"Broken"

Mo Chen roared, the slave stepped back, his eyes were full of fear, looking at Mo Chen as if he had seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the golden light on his body quickly dissipated, and the blade fell on top of his head.

"Tear ...... ......"

Before the people on the high platform finished shouting, their expressions froze instantly, and they saw the slave's eyes widen and he lay down straight with a dead look.

"Bang"

In an instant, the slave was split in half from head to tail.

"What a domineering knife!"

"A lore, he only used one knife to kill the middle stage of the Desolate Sect!"

"That knife must be a terrible treasure!"

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

Ximen Yuyang was dumbfounded, and he yelled at the host: "He fouled, he used a high-grade spiritual weapon!"

The Colosseum has rules that you can't use spiritual weapons that are higher than your own realm.

Mo Chen snorted lightly: "My Blood Knife is only a third-grade intermediate spirit weapon, if Ximen Gongzi likes it, the original price is 1,000 lower-grade spirit stones and sold to you!"

"You, you, you ......" Ximen Yuyang, you couldn't speak for a long time.

The host spoke again: "This bloody knife is indeed only a third-grade intermediate spiritual weapon, Shura has no fouls, this time, Shura wins!"

"Shura is a slash, amazing four, let's invite the next one, is there a son or a young lady who wants to come up and challenge? If not, we will arrange it in the Colosseum!"

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the arrangement of the Colosseum, he walked through the gambling area, raised his head and said: "Buy myself in the next game, 20,000 low-grade spirit stones! ”

The steward of the gambling area couldn't help twitching his face, obviously he didn't think well of Mo Chen, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I don't know what it is!

Mo Chen didn't continue to talk to him, and returned to the center of the field to sit with his eyes closed, waiting for the next opponent.

After a while, a patterned leopard from the middle stage of the Beast Sect came out of the passage, this patterned leopard had to be the size of an elephant, his bloodthirsty eyes were staring at Mo Chen tightly, his mouth was constantly drooling, and he looked like he had been hungry for a long time.

"Tear him up"

There was still a lot of noise on the high platform, and after five minutes of betting, the host opened his mouth and began.

The leopard couldn't wait to pounce on Mo Chen, in its eyes, it was its food today.

Mo Chen was still motionless, and when the leopard approached him, he moved.

"Breaking the Sky Slash"

Another knife, one knife split the pattern leopard in the middle of the beast sect in half.

At this moment, the scene was even more boiling, and tens of thousands of people erupted into bursts of exclamations.

"Shura, Shura......"

And the host was also slightly surprised: "It's another knife, our newcomer has won two games in a row, and it only took two knives, and the next ...... will continue to go up and down."

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"In the tenth game, Shura won, and so far Shura has won ten consecutive victories. ”

"Shura, do you want to continue, or do you want to rest? You can rest for a pillar of incense for ten consecutive battles!"

"Continue"

"Okay, our Shura continues to fight, let's wait and see...... Below by ............"

After ten games, Mo Chen still only made one knife at a time, and gradually more and more people paid attention to him.

Several people on the highest stage also noticed Mo Chen.

"This kid has a good explosive ability, old man, what do you think?"

"The eldest prince, if he only has this move, I'm afraid he won't be able to win thirty consecutive victories. ”

"Oh?"

A young man sitting next to him spoke: "Murong Cheng, do you dare to make a bet with me, I bet that he can win thirty consecutive victories! 100,000 lower grade spirit stones." ”

"Zhuge Changqing, after all, you are also the eldest son of the Murong family, can you only take out 100,000 lower-grade spirit stones?"

"Oh, how much do you want to bet?"

"Do you dare to have a million lower grade spirit stones? Bet that he can't win fifty games in a row. ”

"Fifty games?" Murong Changqing was a little overwhelmed, he glanced at the person next to him: "Old Wen, what do you think?"

This person is the military Zhuge Wen of the Zhuge family.

He smiled slightly: "Eldest son, this son can win fifty games in a row." ”

Zhuge Changqing clenched his fists: "Murong Cheng, I'll bet with you, one million lower grade spirit stones, bet that he can win fifty games in a row." ”

Murong Cheng laughed: "Good, good, good!"

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

"The next one is Yuan Gongzi's beast pet, who also has won ten games in a row, and has killed the flame burst wolf in the late stage of the Beast Sect, whether Shura can continue to defeat the enemy with one sword, let's wait and see. ”

The host's high-spirited announcement made everyone on the high stage look forward to it.

"Shura has won twenty games in a row, do you need to rest?"

"Continue"

"Shura has won thirty games in a row, do you need to rest?"

"Continue"

"Shura has won forty games in a row, do you need to rest?"

"Continue"

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

The Colosseum seems to have become a battle platform for Mo Chen alone, his winning streak is maddening, every time he is clean and neat, without any mud and water, and so far he has made a knife and a finger at most.

"Forty-one, Shura wins!"

"Forty-second, Shura wins!"

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

"Forty-ninth game, Shura wins!"

"Shura is coming soon, the fiftieth scene, are you looking forward to it as much as I do......"

Murong Cheng's face on the high platform was full of anger, forty-nine games, and he had won forty-nine games in a row, on the other hand, Zhuge Changqing had a smile on his face.

"Grand Master Murong, if there is another one, you will lose to me!"

Murong Cheng wanted to be angry, but the old man next to him whispered in his ear, and in an instant he smiled weirdly: "Grand Master Zhuge is afraid that he is thinking too much!"

The old man standing beside him took a step forward and said loudly: "In the fiftieth scene, our Murong family is out, and the desolate sect is complete. ”

"Number Nine"

A dark shadow instantly fell into the entrance of the Colosseum's passage.

Zhuge Changqing's face changed: "Murong Cheng, you are cheating!"

"Haha, the rules of this Colosseum are not set by my son, how can this be called fraud, No. 9 is a slave I bought, why can't he go up?"

"Is that a slave? that's the dead soldier of your Murong family!"

"What is the difference between a dead soldier and a slave, it's just a dog raised by our Murong family. ”

"You ......"

Zhuge Wen next to him patted Murong Changqing, still with that smiling expression.

"Eldest son, you won't lose!"

After listening to Zhuge Wen's words, he felt a little relieved.