Chapter 190

In the Shura field, Chonglou stood alone in the crowd, full of the aura of no one approaching, making him look so fierce, no one dared to get close to half a point, even the dead-faced registrar, a haze Chonglou, just like walking on a street where no one was walking, unimpeded, although there were many people on the street. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, Chonglou needs to vent, and the best place to vent is the gladiatorial arena in the Shura field, here, there are countless outlaws, only by killing people in this small circle, will not be interfered with by everything outside the Shura field, so, after Chonglou promised his friends, he chose a way to vent the accumulation in his heart.

Although the gladiatorial arena is full of outlaws, which one is not afraid of death? The strength is quite good and can fight to the death, but in the case of a complete disparity in strength, those outlaws are not willing to waste their only one life in vain.

"My uncle is three, if no one has yet to fight, then, in the gladiatorial arena, there will be no more breathless life." Chonglou completely showed the bloodthirsty purchase of the Demon Venerable, with a pair of golden eyes, looking at the people around him who were unwilling to be the first bird.

"1......2......3......" Chonglou read very slowly, and every time a number floated out of his mouth, some people in the gladiatorial arena would tremble and retreat, and some even ran away, but could they run out? The answer, of course, is no, who is Chonglou? That's the overlord of the Demon Realm, what is the Demon Realm best at? Of course, it's the number of enchantments, as the lord of the demon realm, how can he be inferior to the enchantment technique?

With a blank face and a silent voice, he had already placed an enchantment that could only enter and exit this 10 million square gladiatorial arena, and all the creatures in the enchantment were doomed to their sad fate.

At the end of the three times, he did not choose to clear the mana, but chose the hard work of real knives and guns, the heat of the hot blood sprinkled on his face is what he wants most urgently now, because only in this way can he feel the proof that he still exists.

In the gladiatorial arena, ghosts cry and wolves howl, missing arms and legs abound, they plead in pain, moan, and struggle weakly, but they are all useless, when they choose to survive in this ruthless gladiatorial arena, when they have ruthlessly killed the lives of others as they do today, they are doomed to this moment, their cruel fate.

Outside the enchantment of the gladiatorial arena, a group of heavily armed guards surrounded a burly man dressed in gray potassium.

"Master, what should I do?" A guard half-knelt on the ground and whispered his master's opinion.

"Let's go, this is not our control." The man who looked like the leader looked at everything in the arena and said coldly.

"But, master." The guard wanted to say something, but was finally stopped by a sharp look from the gray potassium man.

"Since some people have chosen that path, they must have the consciousness of bearing the consequences, and I think you should understand what I said." After saying this, the gray potassium man glanced thoughtfully at the guards kneeling on the ground, and then took the lead in leaving this hellish gladiatorial arena.

Of course, the guard knew the meaning of his master's words, but if this happened to someone else, he would only laugh it off, but if it happened to his own brother, then ...... The guard glanced at the heavy building in the gladiatorial arena hatefully, and looked at the distant master with the same eyes, and finally covered it up well......