Chapter Eighty-Eight: Fate Hangs by a Thread 4

The terrain is intricate, and the deeper you go, the more you feel like you're about to enter the center of the mausoleum.

In a moment's turn, the front suddenly opened up, and an open-air square was as empty as a football field, surrounded by spectators and rostrums displayed in a horizontal row around it.

It's too empty.

I always feel an indescribable strangeness.

As if sensing something, Xiahou Mobing silently stepped forward and pulled Murong Xue behind him.

His gaze stared grimly and solemnly at the empty underside.

"Quack, quack, ......" A creepy sound slowly sounded from the bottom.

The two looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw that in the center of the empty land, a piece of land was dented at the speed of the naked eye.

When he just came in, Xiahou Mobing had already noticed that there was no way out here, and if they wanted to get out, they had to break through, and they had no choice but to break through.

Since it can't be avoided, you can only face it head-on.

After only a few breaths, the place that had just been recessed slowly rose again, only this time the difference was that there was something more in the encircled ground.

Murong Xue narrowed her eyes, if she was not mistaken.

That's a warrior.

Martial artists, who take martial arts as their life, have no consciousness of losing in their cognition. Either they will kill all these warriors, or they will confess the two of them here.

And the rostrum and the audience platform, which were empty just now, were also full of guests at this time, and the most terrible thing was that there were no empty seats.

It is estimated that there may be a few thousand spectators.

This came out of nowhere.

Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue glanced at each other, fortunately, they were just spectators, otherwise, then they would be exhausted to death even if they were not killed.

Thousands of spectators, this is no joke.

"Cher, you ......"

"One and a half." Before Xiahou Mobing could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Xue.

"But your wound ......," Xiahou Mobing still looked at Murong Xue's wound and said.

Looking at Xiahou Mobing's beautiful eyes, Murong Xue said very calmly, "I am not the flowers in those greenhouses, not those ladies who do not step out of the door, I am an eagle, I will spread my wings and soar." ”

"Okay." It's that he's too nervous, and he's too concerned about it.

It is true that she is different from others, otherwise they would not have come together.

"Be careful, don't be reckless if you can't hold on." After whispering an invoice, Xiahou Mobing immediately joined the battle.

He can ease Cher's burden by quickly solving these problems. After all, Cher is injured.

"Ho Ho ......" The spectators on the audience stage were praised for watching. And the people in the audience are desperately performing.

A quarter of an hour passed, and those warriors were like they had taken stimulants, and their bodies were still so excited, and they still couldn't be killed.

If this continues, with the consumption of the body, they will also get tired.

The pace is normal, the hands and feet are sharp, and the body is still immortal after being stabbed so many times. Then only the head remains.

Murong Xue, who was thinking about it, didn't notice the danger approaching at all.

When the knife was about to stab Murong Xue's back, Xiahou Mobing quickly pulled her behind him: "Are you crazy?" What's the dazed at this time? Don't you see the warrior in the back? "He's angry! What if he hadn't seen it just now?

See? See? That's right. It was Xiahou Mobing who reminded her.

"Eyes, piercing the right eye." If you take a closer look, you will definitely find that there is a trace of red light hidden in the right eye of no warrior.

Seeing that Murong Xue was restored, Xiahou Mobing didn't talk nonsense, since he knew the weaknesses, he would pick on the weaknesses.

......In less than half an hour, these warriors all disappeared, and at the same time, the people on the rostrum and the audience that were still lively and noisy just now also disappeared.