The echo of the bell was not over, and the long-handled flame knife in Feng Chenyang's hand had already torn through the air and slashed out quickly, and a strong murderous aura filled the surroundings along the fierce wind roar.

The opponent didn't have time to block Feng Chenyang's attack, so he had to dodge back, taking advantage of the gap between Feng Chenyang's knife and the sharp decrease, the two gladiators wanted to withdraw from the grappling and go to support the giant Muto.

Feng Chenyang took a big step, swung his knife and slashed obliquely, and used his truest physical potential to forcefully seal the opponent's retreat! Every knife he swung had a breathtaking wind hiss, and he threw pieces of knife light at his opponent wantonly, and the sharp blade set off a perfect arc of the knife.

The four gladiators were completely enveloped by the sword light, and had to join hands to enter the defense, but the heavy pressure came from each piece of sword light, and even if the four of them struggled to resist, they were a little scrambling, and they had no time to take care of the giant Muto who was not far away.

In the eyes of the four of them, the sword light in the sky gently fluttered in the air, each knife carried a thousand changes, and they had to fight their guns to meet such a strange attack. With their hard armor, they entered a counterattack with all their might.

"Jingle Bell" metal slammed violently, short and fast!

The flame knife couldn't cut through the hard armor, and from time to time a spark glistened on everyone's shoulders and chests. As the pressure of the blade changed, the hard armor had crumbled to varying degrees.

"Go and personally support Muto!" one of the four gave the order.

"Bang!", and the beard was knocked out of the way, although he blocked the giant's hard blow, the handle of the gun was smashed by the giant's hammer, and the strong stamina knocked him out.

Feng Chenyang saw him stand up tremblingly, his steps already messy, blood dripping down the leather neck guard onto the shiny armor.

Bearded threw away the broken gun in his hand, bent down to prop his hands on his knees, and breathed heavily.

One gladiator flicked a shot to get out of the dusty fight, and when he tried to step out of the circle, he regretted it.

The dusty flaming knife accurately sealed the retreat, and he instinctively raised his gun to block the roaring attack. But the knife changed just as it was about to reach his throat. The blade almost touched his armor, flipped and slashed towards his right hand holding the spear. He had no way to avoid it, and he couldn't block it, so he had to let go of the gun and retreat.

Feng Chenyang hooked his backhand, and the flaming serrations on the back of the knife hooked the handle of the gun, and threw it back hard. "Pick up the gun!" the spear drew a beautiful parabola and landed beside the bearded man.

Bearded picked up his spear, stretched his muscles, and struck the giant again with a leap.

Feng Chenyang hooked the spear, and the knife did not abate, and he set up the three spears that were attacking him, and with one step, he handed the blade towards the gladiator who had lost the spear.

The gladiators, who had lost their weapons, opened their eyes wide in horror and had already lost the will to fight. The other three gladiators tried to follow, and the three spears reached out at the same time, trying to cut off the fierce attack.

The clumsy armor slowed them down, and the flaming knife sank deep into the man's neckguard, blood gushing out the moment he drew it.

Wind and dust slashed back the knife obliquely, forcefully cutting off the movement of the three shots, and the flame knife roared straight, breaking through the armor of one of the gladiators at an incredible angle, and the huge force swept the man away. Horror filled his eyes, and when he staggered to his feet, the body of his former teammate slammed to the ground.

He looked at the flat knife edge on his chest, and a cool breath rose from the bottom of his heart. He shouted angrily, clenched his spear, and struck madly at the dust.

The two gladiators who were fighting were forced away by the wind and dust, one turned around, and the blade hooked a dazzling arc and then vertically up, and the cold knife light suddenly jumped, like ripples on the surface of a calm lake!

No one could see the change clearly, and Feng Chenyang's body leaned back slightly just to avoid the man's sharp spear head. The sound of metal tearing was sharp but short-lived.

The blade sliced through the armor, and after a spark, the blade cut through the silver thread of iron sheets, and smoothly sliced the opponent's head, and the iron helmet on his head was lifted out.

The moment the man's body fell to the ground, the wind and dust stepped lightly, and one rolled and rushed towards the remaining two gladiators. The flame knife flipped silently with the power of the tumbling, and quickly slashed towards the calves of the two.

The two of them had no time to grieve or make any movements, so they had to retreat quickly, and although the heavy armor could protect them, it also slowed them down. They retreated quickly, the knife came faster!A few crisp sounds came, the blade slashed smoothly through the calf, and although the hard armor prevented the danger of breaking the leg, the intense pain was still clearly heard.

The two of them didn't care about the pain, their bodies were stretched straight in the hard armor, and the strong armor made it impossible for them to change as flexibly as each other. They can only clench the spears in their hands and respond to each other's changes with stillness.

Feng Chenyang strongly felt that the beard and the three brothers were being defeated, their breathing was already rapid, their steps were staggering, and he had to end the battle as soon as possible.

There was a sudden and rare silence in the gladiatorial arena.

Everyone in the stands watched their every move nervously, and there had never been such a close match, and everyone was sweating and didn't know who to worry about!

Feng Chenyang struggled to adjust his breathing, he held the knife sideways in front of him, the blade of the flame knife had already had a lot of chips, and the blood stains fell silently around the gaps.

Everyone observed each other's battlefield, and the thought of escaping from this hell on earth lingered! They didn't know each other, they had nothing to do with each other, but now, they both wanted each other's lives!

The giant Muto also seemed to be exhausted, after the endless attacks of the opponent's four, he was exhausted, new wounds kept appearing, once he relaxed, the pain all over his body clearly came to his mind.

He didn't dare to be careless for a moment, the twin brothers' cooperation was perfect, he had to deal with the upper, middle and lower attacks at the same time, and guard against the gun head handed over by the other person at any time!

The giant looked at his opponents, who were supporting each other's bodies, not only because of the severe physical exertion, but also because of the fact that their several hammers did not cause direct damage, but they also shook them, and their young faces were full of desolation.

"Who told you to stop? Hurry up and decide the winner! The old men are all watching!" a head poked out from above the walls of the gladiatorial arena, a look of anger.

Everyone in the audience was in a heavy mood and didn't pay attention to his roar!

The man waved his hand viciously. A column of soldiers quickly gathered around, and pointed their bows and arrows at the people in the field, and the dark arrows glowed with a cold glow in the sunlight.