One punch to smash the horns!

What a hard fist it can do. The stands gasped with cold air.

"This, this, this ......" one nobleman stammered. He couldn't digest such a reality in an instant anyway.

"East ...... East...... Oriental boxing ......," another said with a shudder.

"Oriental Boxing!" The third nobleman's eyes suddenly lit up, and his tongue, which had been a little trembling, suddenly spoke fluently.

"OMG! Oriental boxing! "The eyes of the nobles are bubbling with fanatical Venus.

The audience was amazed. It was still Oriental swordsmanship just now, and Oriental boxing came in the blink of an eye. Although the amount of information is a bit large for them, it is the thing they are most interested in.

Could it be that the people at the Colosseum arranged it? You know me so well! One by one, they praised the staff of the Colosseum in their hearts.

on the field.

The horn of the bull has been half shattered. The remaining half has a rough surface. Its eyes were full of horror, and it couldn't believe that the horn of the bull that he was most proud of had been shattered by the punch of the other party, a human who was still a child, and the other party seemed to have nothing to do. Niu Ba hurriedly stepped back a few meters and gasped, making sure it was in a safe environment to accept this reality.

Mo Xiaoshu lay in front of the wise man who was half-lying on the ground. He faces the bull and his back to wisdom.

"I'm bleeding from my stomach." Wise and weak wry. He looked down at the hand that was covering his stomach, which was gradually covered in red, and he was breathing heavily. He could clearly feel his strength slowly draining.

"Haven't you been meowing all the time, and it's always okay to laugh and have fun. How do you look at you pretending to be forced to suddenly go off the line. Although Mo Xiaosheng said bad things in his mouth, his face was full of worry when he looked at his back to Wise.

"On the seaside, you eat meat. Remember?" Wise paused and looked up at Mo Xiaoxian's back.

"Lao Tzu eats your meat?" Mo Xiaoshu was so shocked that his eyes trembled in his sockets.

"You don't really think that Uncle is the kind of person who will bring meat at any time, right? That kind of situation of being chased by missile bombardment, no matter how much meat you bring, you won't have it. At that time, I couldn't do that much. Knowing that he was a little surprised, he looked at Mo Xiaoxian. When did this kid become so stupid.

"You meow for Lao Tzu to live well. If you die, Lao Tzu will whip the corpse! Mo Xiaosheng's eyes suddenly soured, and then tears welled up, and he almost roared.

"It's up to you. If you act quickly, maybe I can still be saved, hehe! Wise's face turned pale. His half-propped arms softened, and he was completely lying on the ground.

"I'm a little tired, let me sleep for a while. When I wake up, I guess you're almost done. Wise blinked his eyes, and his voice gradually became a little quieter.

"Sleep on you, get up!" Mo Xiaoshu roared again. He was already trembling with emotion.

"Referee! The iron box hidden in the ground is for Lao Tzu to rise! Mo Xiaosheng almost roared at the referee not far away. He didn't care if he would be able to pick up those weapons, what he needed now was a quick victory, and every minute and second was comparable to gold.

"I ...... I...... I'll ask for instructions! The referee was so frightened by Mo Xiaosheng's mouth that his mouth trembled. There had never been a single person who had asked to use the weapon in the iron box, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. Today is really the sun coming out in the west, but he doesn't dare to say more, and asking the leader is the right thing.

"Hurry up!" Mo Xiaosheng yelled at the referee who hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie.

"That's something that only dragons can pick up!" Wise's voice sounded behind him, but it was a little weak.

"Lao Tzu just doesn't believe in evil. You have the ability to bite me! "Mo Xiaoshu is now more like a roaring beast than a bicker.

"Who the hell are you meowing so hard to scare?" Wise's pale face was a little dazed by anger.

"You did such a stupid thing, Lao Tzu is still waiting to see you play oriental swordsmanship. Actually, I don't care. But you don't want all those tons of money? Without that money, who will cure you for your illness? How do we get back home? Mo Xiaosheng said as his eyes looked at the money tickets that were about to be woven into a blanket around him.

"Uncle, he's not sick!" Wise suddenly shouted. He overexerted himself, the wound ropen again, the blood flow accelerated, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The sound of the last few words is as thin as the sound of a mosquito.

"Cheer up Lao Tzu if you're not sick, your scumbag swordsmanship can blind this group of fools in the stands, but you can't blind me. Lao Tzu tells you, even if you don't know that bullshit sword book, it's easy to deal with this kind of scum! Mo Xiaoxiao's voice became loud and powerful.

His punch was already destined to shatter Niu Ba's confidence, and if he could now match and use the weapon in that terrifying iron box, then he had enough reason and ability to defeat it.

It was a secluded house on the commanding heights of the Colosseum.

In the house is a large, delicate wooden table with a telephone on the table. The overall look is very delicate and simple.

"Didi Di ......". A bell rang.

"Say!" The man sitting on the wooden chair behind the long table picked up the walkie-talkie and put it to his ear, and said to the microphone under his mouth.

"Lord Bart, the little boy who suddenly entered the arena illegally smashed the corner of Niu Ba with a punch, and now he said he wanted me to provide him with that iron box, you see?" The referee's voice was a little shaky and a little apprehensive.

"Illegal entry?" The man's eyebrows raised, "Why do you say that you entered the arena in violation of regulations?" ”

"Please look at the scene, Lord Bart!" The referee swallowed.

Bart got up and turned to look at the arena. He has excellent eyesight, and although the crowd is like ants, he can see the people in the empty arena clearly.

"This kid?" Bart immediately spotted the two men on the field - Mo Xiaoshu and Wise. These two children were small pieces of fresh meat sent by Mr. Salro.

Bart groaned for a moment, his eyes glancing to the stands. He couldn't help grinning, "Since those nobles are watching it with relish, let's add some more ingredients." Do as he says, and give him the iron box to be raised, and I wonder if he can afford to hold the contents of it, or if it is just a whim! ”

The referee hurriedly said yes at the other end.

Under Bart's gaze, he pressed the button in his hand.

The ground cracked again. The delicate pitch-black tin box was raised again.

Seeing the lid of the tin box slowly open, and the seeping cold air inside overflowed, Wise couldn't help but say, "Small injury, if you can't take it, forget it." ”

"You can't stand up, don't speak!" Mo Xiaoxiao snorted.

"Your sister!" Zhizhi just wanted to refute it, but suddenly coughed heavily.

"Give Lao Tzu a good stay! Don't die! Million...... You can't die! Mo Xiao was sad and silently thought in his heart.

Twelve weapons as hideous as ghosts appeared in front of Mo Xiaosheng.

"Oriental swordsmanship? Then I will inherit your mantle. Mo Xiaosheng said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and his sharp gaze fell on a long sword.

It was a condensed cylindrical handle, and Mo Xiaoshu reached out and grabbed it at once.

The seeping coldness and anger of "Buzzing ......" all turned from silence to rage and mania as Mo Xiaosheng grasped it.

Although Mo Xiaoshu used all his strength to control it, he could still clearly feel that what he was holding in his hand was not a weapon, but a ghostly and bloodthirsty ancient beast.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaosheng's body trembled slightly. All of his movements seemed to falter for a moment.

It was a special movement from the heart. But he couldn't figure out what it was.

Don't hurt your body.

With the surging explosive energy of the Silver Ancient Refining Ten Sword pouring into his body. The red bead that had been lying quietly in his heart was already spinning at high speed at this time.

As he turned, the visible red filaments spilled out rapidly along its rotation, like thousands of chains.

The "chains" intertwined like dragons, with a strange energy flashing in his body.

The dragon scurried down his body to his arm.

A clear soft and watery coldness made Mo Xiaosheng suddenly feel refreshed.

But that's just a prelude.

"Cold" collided with the explosion. In an instant, the confrontation turned into a unilateral devouring.

"Cold" suddenly turned into a small curtain covering the sky, firmly wrapping the "explosion".

"Burst" struggled for a moment, and then fell silent.

The curtain unfolded, and the originally pale "explosive" was actually as docile as a sheep, and "chased" with the retreat of "cold".

When the "coldness" returns to the heart again, the "explosion" follows into the heart.

I saw that the black bead in the center suddenly turned. As if under God's guidance, the pale color spun at high speed in the open space on one side.

The clump was fleeting, and when it stopped, it turned into a clear transparent pale bead.

The explosive energy from the sword was still pouring into Mo Xiaosheng's body, but it was different from before. At this time, the light bead rotated at high speed again, and like the previous red bead, countless pale silk was shot out of the body.

The fine silk line traveled outward, leading to the arm holding the sword.

A strange scene happened.

All the explosive energy that came into contact with the pale silk became strangely well-behaved and smooth in an instant. The pale silk seems to have become a communication weapon and a communication line between Mo Xiaoxi. The light bead followed Mo Xiaoju's mind, and the weapon followed the light bead through the light silk.

Everything is connected. At this time, Mo Xiaoshu was already able to control the Silver Ancient Refining Ten Sword in his hand with the help of the energy of the light bead.

Looking at the weapons at this time, they are already as docile as sheep. The restlessness just now is long gone.

It's an indescribable sensation, you can't touch it, but you can feel it and control it clearly.

Wise is stupid, the nobles in the stands are stupid, the referees are stupid, and Bart in the commanding heights is stupid...... All the people are stupid.

It has been nearly 100 years since the underground Colosseum was founded in the Sacred Court. Warriors have always wanted to be able to control the weapons in the dark iron box that opened to the hands of the warriors for the sake of wealth and fame. According to rumors, anyone who can control the weapons in it will change their destiny forever. Poverty and sorrow will be far away from them, and happiness and joy will be the main theme of their lives thereafter.

What a tempting rumor. How many people are actually not for the final victory, but just to grasp the weapon and hope that they can control it?

Before that, the Warriors generally had only one of these ends: they died at the first touch; Hold it and die; Pick it up and die. Louva picked it up and waved it like that, and it was the only time that he was swallowed by the black for a long time.

Mo Xiaoshui's communication with the Ten Swords of Silver Gu Refining has been completed. All the details are clearly reflected in Barthes's mind.

He picked up another phone instead.

After the busy sound, his voice trembled with excitement: "Holy Emperor, the Silver Moon Ghost has appeared!" ”