Facing an opponent like Wen Hao, Ye Lin did not release his murderous aura.

He knew very well that Wen Hao was just a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Shen, which was comparable to his realm, but the strength of the two was definitely not at the same level.

As early as when Ye Lin was still in the Jindan stage, it was enough to kill a monk in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen Dynasty.

Now that he is a monk of the Yuan Shen Stage, he is afraid that if he encounters a monk in the Futai Realm, he will have a few chances of winning.

This is not that Ye Lin is blindly arrogant, coupled with the strength of the fusion of the law, maybe he will not have the same embarrassment and powerlessness as before he meets the monks of the Futai realm.

On the field, Wen Hao Zhenyuan was as big as a fight, and behind him, Zhenyuan was like a full moon, and this dagger rushed towards Ye Lin like a sword light under his urging.

At the same time, the majestic True Yuan behind him poured into the quadrangular shield in his hand, blessing the power of the quadrangular shield.

This shield, in Wen Hao's hands, seems to have defensive effects and strong offensive at the same time.

Around Ye Lin, Wen Hao's dagger kept piercing the void, making a burst of disturbing sounds.

In the dagger, there was a little light.

It's sword light!

Ye Lin looked at the dagger shot by Wen Hao with a slight surprise, and the dagger was able to emit a sword-like light.

This Wen Hao's strength may not be strong, but this imperial art is not bad.

The dagger released light, which had already blocked Ye Lin's retreat.

This small dagger, under the urging of Wen Hao, is extremely flexible and can be called a must.

The sharp rays of the dagger were agitated, and one after another the ghostly rays shot towards Ye Lin.

Ye Lin was not ambiguous, the quadrangular shield in his hand resisted the dagger's attack on the one hand, and at the same time he also urged the dagger in his hand.

In his mind, there were not only the swordsmanship of Ziwei Heavenly Pavilion and the swordsmanship of Shenxiao Xuanzong, but also the almost domineering sword moves of the golden-eyed boy.

In an instant, the ordinary dagger made a buzzing sound under Ye Lin's urging.

At this moment, there was an illusory image extended from the tip of the dagger, and if you looked closely, you would find that this phantom was a short sword, not a dagger.

Wen Hao's face changed greatly after seeing Ye Lin condense this short sword.

He thought he couldn't do this kind of method, and he didn't understand how the young man in front of him could do it.

There was no doubt that there was a trace of inexplicable pressure in his heart, and in Wen Hao's mind, Ye Lin's body seemed to be extremely tall.

This invisible pressure made him a little breathless.

Although the two did not fight, under the influence of psychology and momentum, Wen Hao had already lost.

The Emperor Star Law operated, Ye Lin's figure became even more weird, he took a few steps, and the true yuan in his body was violently poured into the dagger.

There were all kinds of strange noises in the dagger, and the sword of the phantom stabbed out, and the target was the true yuan behind Wen Hao that was like a full moon.

Not good!

Wen Hao's complexion changed greatly, once his full moon was pierced, he was afraid that his body would collapse.

The true element in his body was frantically injected into the full moon.

As soon as he made a move, he hit the point, and the man in front of him gave him more than just unfathomable.

He strikes, his moves are like flowing water, and he never wastes excess strength.

This kind of cultivation, this kind of realm, is tempered thousands of times, and it is realized through countless battles of life and death.

Simple, but absolutely extraordinary, this is what Wen Hao thought of in his mind.

The phantom sword light pressed downward, and Wen Hao's full moon was crushed.

Wen Hao took a few steps backwards and vomited blood.

With just this blow, he had already seen the terrifying Ye Lin's sword moves.

He looked at the young man in front of him in shock.

Ye Lin's gaze swept towards Wen Hao, and it seemed that at this moment, the breath on his body burst out.

Wen Hao gasped for breath, and the powerful aura made him have to use the True Yuan of his whole body to resist.

The difference in strength was too great, and Wen Hao could feel that the man in front of him only needed one thought, and he would fall into a dead situation.

Under the pressure of Ye Lin's breath, Wen Hao's spirit was under great pressure.

In Ye Lin's expression, there was no compassion for others, nor did he have that strong reluctance and tenderness, only coldness.

Although he didn't release his murderous aura, his aura didn't affect Wen Hao all the time.

Finally, under the resistance of dozens of breaths, Wen Hao collapsed.

Under the pressure of the mountain, he succumbed.

He thumped and fell to his knees.

His spirit had collapsed, and he was spitting blood from his mouth.

A monk in the primordial stage, under a blow, his faith has collapsed.

Ye Lin didn't look at Wen Hao again, and he sighed in his heart.

He and Wen Hao had no hatred, but because of the rules of the arena, he had to be ruthless to this person.

Killing this person was nothing more than a simple thing for him.

But he doesn't want to do that, and he gets caught up in the cycle of cause and effect, and he suffers from bad consequences.

At his level, many things are understood.

Wow......

One hit, just one kill!

Wen Hao, who has won three consecutive victories, can only resist one blow in front of Mo.

In the gladiatorial arena, the bewitching woman exclaimed.

This blow also made all the spectators on the field begin to pay attention to the youth in front of them.

Although this young man defeated only a monk in the primordial stage.

But he showed a strong cultivation and proved his strength.

Strength is the cheering capital that wins everyone.

Silent!

Silent!

shouted one after another, and the field was completely immersed in frantic chanting.

After this battle, the audience has deeply remembered the youth in front of them.

That young man who looked thin and had extraordinary strength.

Some large employers have also sent people to quietly investigate the background of this slave.

Apparently Mo had caught their attention.

Although this young man has only experienced one battle, he has already shown his strength.

So strong, in the high-level cage, Ning Zhiyuan looked at Ye Lin with flickering eyes.

Ye Lin's strength not only left a strong reaction from the audience, but also left a deep impression on him.

I hope that this person will only become my friend in the future, not a stumbling block, Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Ye Lin on the field in a complicated way.

While watching the field, a middle-aged man from the law enforcement team came to the field and stabbed Wen Hao to death with a halberd.

Why do you ...... Ye Lin looked at the middle-aged man with some surprise.

He's been completely crushed by me, can't I spare his life?

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Lin and said lightly: "You don't kill him, but he is already crazy, and there will only be more pain if he lives, not to mention ......"

The middle-aged man hesitated, besides, the gladiatorial arena never wasted resources to feed a madman.

Ye Lin sighed and glanced at Wen Hao, who was already lying in a pool of blood.

For Wen Hao's death, he always had a trace of guilt in his heart, but there was a trace of firmness in his eyes, this kind of rule is really inappropriate.

He wanted to change the rules, but he was so small, and the power of one person was still too small compared to the entire Sin Capital.

In this wave, he can't stay out of it, he can only face this cold-blooded and ruthless rule.

Wen Hao's death is nothing to others at all, and it is even a trivial thing that happens every day in the gladiatorial arena.

But for Ye Lin, from this moment on, he clearly recognized that under this cold-blooded rule, it was human greed.

Ye Lin watched this scene silently, he didn't say anything, just glanced at the sky complicatedly.

When he returned to the senior cage, his eyes were a little depressed.

What's wrong with you, you were still majestic just now, why are you so lost at this moment, Ning Zhiyuan on the side looked at Ye Lin sincerely.

Nothing, just a little tired.

Ye Lin took a sullen sip of wine.

Ning Zhiyuan seemed to have seen through Ye Lin, and said: "Yes, under this kind of battle, it is inevitable that you will touch the situation, and when I first came in, I was the same as you." ”

Ye Lin nodded and said, "Let's talk about it." ＂

Ning Zhiyuan smiled as if self-deprecatingly, and said, "That was a year ago, I came here alone and joined the gladiators. ”

The first fight, I killed someone, it was the first time I killed someone, and it was a pretty bad feeling, and that day, I vomited all afternoon.

Never thought of me, I would have picked up a dagger to kill.

But the longer you stay here, the weaker side of human nature will slowly wear away over time.

You don't want to kill your opponent, in other words, you're the one who dies.

In the days to come, you will only get bloodier and bloodier, to put it bluntly, that is, to live, and in order to live, you have to keep killing people.

Killing others is the hope that you can survive, Ning Zhiyuan looked at the gladiatorial arena outside the cage in a complicated manner.

In this gladiatorial arena, I don't know how many people's corpses were splashed with blood on the spot.

What remains unchanged is that the gladiatorial arena still exists, and it has become a group of new faces.

Ye Lin nodded and said, "What you said is very reasonable to me, but I don't dare to agree. ”

But I don't have the power to change all this, Ye Lin sighed.

Seeing sincerity in Ye Lin's gaze, at this moment, Ning Zhiyuan looked directly at Ye Lin, with a hint of excitement in his expression, but he still suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

Drinking, Ning Zhiyuan said.

Do you still want to drink, Ye Lin looked at Ye Lin in surprise.

Haha, naturally, free drinks, why don't you drink it, Ning Zhiyuan laughed.

Ye Lin nodded, and immediately handed over the wine gourd.

For several days, the two talked to each other, but found that their views were extremely similar.

It can be said that they sympathize with each other, except for the battle time, the rest of the time, the two are chatting.

The process of getting to know each other has allowed the two to establish a certain good feeling.

But both of them knew in their hearts that this kind of favor was not strong, and maybe one day, the two would appear in the gladiatorial arena with swords and swords, and even become opponents.

Three days later, Ye Lin left the gladiatorial arena.

Brother Mo, goodbye, Ning Zhiyuan looked at Ye Lin.

Goodbye, Ye Lin nodded.

Leaving the gladiatorial arena with Situ Yan, Ye Lin glanced at the three big characters on the gladiatorial arena in a complicated manner.

In the past few days, Situ Yan can be said to have made a lot of money, and he has hundreds of thousands of medium-grade bone crystals on his body at this time, and now she can be said to be a rich party.

Ye Lin also fulfilled his promise, but this kind of life was not what he needed.

He told Situ Yan about his imminent departure.

Situ Yan frowned and said, "You have already decided." ”

Ye Lin nodded.

Go back first, if you have already decided, I will not go against your wishes.

The two of them walked in the direction of Situ Mansion.

What the two didn't notice was that some people were trailing behind them.