The few guys besieged around Shi Jiu were still waving the strange things in their hands, and bursts of strange power fluctuations were already all over the corners of the ring.

Suddenly, Shi Jiu's legs trembled, and he groaned loudly and sat down in the ring, and the guy holding a strange steamer laughed: "Shi Jiuye, I didn't expect you to survive two rounds, even if you die, you are proud enough." ”

Another fighter with a torch in his hand also smiled: "To be able to withstand the punishment of the steamer hell and not die, Shi Jiuye does have two hits!"

"Immortal?" the steamer fighter snorted coldly and said, "He's only temporarily immortal, I'd like to see how long he can last?"

The green tendons on Shi Jiu's forehead were exposed, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he said in a trembling voice: "What a powerful method, I didn't expect that my Shi Jiu Ye would die in the ring of the Infernal Battlefield today!"

The four of them saw that Shi Jiu had lost his threat, and now Shi Jiu was embarrassed like a lamb to the slaughter, curled up in a corner of the ring in pain, and they were holding their own strange weapons, laughing and surrounding Shi Jiu.

Shi Jiu bit his lip tightly, he sighed and closed his eyes, Shi Jiu seemed to be waiting for death at this moment.

But several guys who were in the hands of the winner did not rush to kill, and the man with the firewood in his hand bent down to look at Shi Jiu and suddenly asked, "Do you know why you died?"

Shi Jiu was speechless in pain, and he shook his head with difficulty.

"Haha! Arrogance comes at a price!" The guy said with a sneer: "What you did in the past was too arrogant, if we don't kill you, someone else will take your life!"

"It's not just arrogance, it's like using the Infernal Battlefield as his own piggy bank. The other guy snorted and said, "This Shi Jiu Ye doesn't take us fighters seriously at all, when he needs the Underworld Ring, he will take a few of them!"

Shi Jiu lowered his head in pain and whined, his strength was no longer enough for him to say a word.

"Hey, hey, you won't know what kind of treasure you've died under!" the guy with the steamer laughed, "You're dying anyway, so you might as well tell you what these are." ”

"Haha! Let me say first, have you seen this oil pot?" The guy holding the oil pot said excitedly: "It is no exaggeration to tell you that at least 100,000 people have been fried here repeatedly, so this oil pot is not an ordinary cooking cauldron, to put it bluntly, it is a hell torture instrument specializing in blowing people's souls!"

"Your oil pot is very powerful, but it is not as fierce as my hellfire!" said the guy with the torch triumphantly: "Do you think that I look like a firewood very badly? haha! In fact, if the oil pot I just mentioned must be compared with my torch, it can be described as a small thing, to put it more bluntly, my torch is as strong and fierce as my torch!"

"Hmph!" the guy holding the oil pot pouted and said, "Don't belittle my oil pot!"

"Why belittle?! What I'm saying is the truth!

The torch fighter said, "Don't you know where my torches come from?"

Without waiting for the oil pot fighter to speak, he said to himself: "Actually, it is the unquenchable flame of the fire hell, and the soul it has roasted must be above 100,000!"

"Okay, you two don't need to argue about this!" said the fighter holding the scissors: "It's time to talk about my scissors, there must be hundreds of thousands of people who have broken their feet and arms under its blade, if it wasn't for the fact that I just got it, it's too unfamiliar, otherwise Shi Jiuye's body was cut off by me just now!"

"Hehe, after talking for a long time, it was still my steamer that won Shi Jiuye!" The fighter holding the steamer smiled arrogantly: "You know where the treasure in Lao Tzu's hand comes from, but I want to tell Shi Jiuye, this is a treasure from the steamer hell, I won't go into detail about the specific power, your feelings must be unforgettable!"

Shi Jiu held back the severe pain, his lips trembled, and he said slowly: "There is one more thing, you didn't introduce it!"

"What are you talking about?" asked several people, almost in unison.

Shi Jiu took a deep breath, and then slowly spread out his hand, and in his palm was the poisonous steel thorn he had just obtained from Li Zheng!

"Hehe! I didn't expect you to keep this as a souvenir?!" The steamer fighter sneered: "Let me tell you the truth, this is a steel thorn from the poisonous water hell, and now in your hand, it is just an ordinary small iron rod!"

"Hahaha!" the steamer fighter teased, and the other guys laughed smugly.

"Alright, we've done everything we need to do, and we've said everything we need to say!" said the steamer fighter.

The scissors fighter had already smiled and said, "That's right, we've all finished talking about it, let's send Shi Jiuye back to the West now!"

The four of them laughed proudly, and at the same time raised their respective weapons, and hit Shi Jiu's body with their heads and faces.

The weakened Shi Jiu closed his eyes, and the crowd in the audience of the Infernal Battlefield let out a sigh, as if they had foreseen Shi Jiu's tragic end.

All kinds of weapons smashed into Shi Jiu's face, and something even stranger than these weapons finally happened.

In an instant, Shi Jiu's body suddenly rose into the air and jumped over the heads of the four of them, and the steel thorn in Shi Jiu's hand passed through the throats of two of them accurately!

Shi Jiu landed on the ring with a volley, and threw out the steel spike in his hand with his backhand, which pierced the air and let out a sharp chirp, stabbing into the chest of the person holding the steamer.

Shi Jiu walked over, patted a section of steel thorn exposed on this person's chest, completely slapped the steel thorn into his chest, and then said: "Don't worry, you won't die for the time being, I don't want your steel thorns, after all, such a poisonous thing should be returned to its original owner!"

After speaking, Shi Jiu turned around, looked at the only scissor man who was not stabbed by steel, and said with a smile: "I don't have steel stabs anymore, can I use your scissors?"

The guy saw that two of his companions had fallen to the top of the ring, leaving one with a pale face and a shaky face

, apparently has lost the possibility of survival.

He turned the scissors sideways and said viciously: "Don't be complacent, the person who cleaned you up is almost here, we will admit it today!"

The scissor fighter said, and with a "click", he actually closed the scissors with his backhand, cutting his throat in an instant, and the huge skull rolled off the ring.

The guy with the steel thorn in his body staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud, completely wiped out.

(End of chapter)