Ye Fei wanted to find a strong opponent It was a great thing for Miao Peipei, she stood in place for about half a minute, and immediately had news, and led Xiao Yezi to a dark red metal door at the end of the corridor.

"This ring is called purgatory, the owner is the king of slaughter, that guy has maintained a record of 100 consecutive wins, this guy is very strong, and there is no audience in it, you must sign up for the fight when you enter, each registration requires 100,000 martial soul values, if you win he can get a very rich reward, I can't say the specific number, the old rules, you are ready to go in, I will wait for your good news outside......"

Miao Peipei's information is sorted out and fed back by a special person, she doesn't know much about the situation in the ring, it is said that the champion Slaughter King is a powerful ancient warrior with psychological defects, he doesn't care about winning or losing, and enjoys the cool feeling of killing.

"Purgatory? The King of Slaughter! ”

The corners of Ye Fei's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, in purgatory, he used a master called the Slaughterer King to test the sword to kill the soul slaughter, could it be doomed in the dark? He didn't believe in fate, preferring to believe in the sword in his hand.

Miao Peipei reminded with some concern: "Be careful, according to the information that came, the Slaughter King is a congenital Great Perfection, until now no one can leave the Purgatory Ring alive, even if you win, Purgatory is the most special existence in all the rings, regardless of the champion or the challenger, only the dead can leave." ”

Ye Fei pulled out the Dragon Soul Sword with his backhand, pressed his other palm against the metal door, and said in a low voice: "If I win, I will wipe my neck with a sword, and this will come out." After speaking, he pushed the door directly and walked in, and his eyes were suddenly bright red by the beating flames.

Purgatory, blood and fire are the main theme here, there is a chain bridge flying above the dark red magma in front, there is no backing board, only five arm-thick black iron chains, three iron chains as the bottom, two as handrails, but ordinary people will not use their hands to hold the iron chain when they walk on the chain bridge, because the two iron chains that are handrails are already extremely hot, and the palm of the hand is a bubble.

"Guys who pretend to be ghosts don't have much ability!" Ye Fei paid 100,000 martial soul points, but the strange thing was that he did not teleport to the ring as before, the ring was on the other side of the chain bridge, and he could only reach it by stepping on the chain bridge.

The Butcher King sat in the center of the ring for a long time, facing the chain bridge sideways, his weapon was a red scythe, at least more than one and a half meters long, this thing didn't know how many ancient warriors had killed.

Ye Fei sighed, wrapped his feet in his sports talisman and strode onto the chain bridge, just two steps away, he felt that the soles of his feet were hot, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice. In fact, he didn't know that purgatory is fair to the champion or challenger, and he needs to walk across the chain bridge to reach the ring, if he falls into the magma halfway through the 100,000 martial soul points, he will be soaked, and the chain bridge will disappear when he gets on the ring, and there is no other way but to fight to the death.

Laugh at! A wisp of scorched smoke came out of the soles of his feet, Ye Fei's body shook involuntarily twice, and in addition to the burning pain, he could also smell the smell of barbecue in his nostrils.

The talisman qi can't completely isolate the heat from the iron chain, but Ye Fei's ability to endure pain is very strong, and this pain is completely negligible compared to the pain he suffered when he cut flesh and practiced the sword, what he was really worried about was that his legs and feet were not good and it was easy to suffer losses after the fight.

Sneer-

Ye Fei's steel teeth clenched, his feet swept forward at a rapid pace, and the chain bridge a hundred meters away was passed by him in a blink of an eye, and he saw the butcher king on the opposite side turn his head and glance at this side, and the eyes of the two big copper bells clearly flashed with excitement and bloodlust.

Five-meter ...... Three-meter ...... When he arrived, Ye Fei crossed the chain bridge in a few flashes, stood firmly in the ring with his feet, and suddenly there was a commotion behind him, he turned his head to look, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and the chain bridge had broken inch by inch.

The Butcher King stood up, his toes lightly hooked on the handle of the scythe, and the big scythe bounced up, and the next second it was already clenched in his hand.

"The beginning, the last one, I will let you die a happy death, and then I will die with you."

The Butcher King is a bald man with a height of nearly two meters, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, a clump of knotted and curly chest hair on his chest, a big gold ring hanging on his left ear, and the big scythe is like a chic toy on his fan-like palm, and the dark red blade flashes with bloodthirsty coldness.

Ye Fei smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "Are you in a hurry to be stabbed?" Dying with me like a bear like you will have nightmares. ”

The Butcher King held the sickle in his hand and pulled out a bowl-sized knife flower, laughed and said: "Don't grind your mouth, I don't know if the kung fu in your hands is as hard as your mouth, start!" ”

Ye Fei quickly went through the Soul Killing Sword Killing Sword move in his mind, and the tip of the sword pointed at the Slaughtering King, and shouted in a deep voice: "Begin!" The first time he used the Soul Killing Slaughter, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, and now is not the time to use the Soul Killing Slaughter.

"Hah!" The Slaughter King broke off, the sickle in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the knife seemed to change a direction every time it trembled, virtual and real, up and down suddenly, and instantly turned into a shining red rain pouring down on Ye Fei's body, his knife was not only fast, but also had a demon word in it, because no one could capture the trajectory of the blade.

Ye Fei's thoughts flashed, and the Dragon Soul Sword burst out, he did not use the Soul Killing Slaughter, but the Mad Master Sword Technique, a sword in the hand of the master is crazy, and the killing heart starts to kill the soul slaughter.

Choking-

A golden and iron resonance was deafening, the sickle and the broadsword collided in one place, the butcher king's wrist twisted, and the blade seemed to be smeared with oil and swirled around the sword, sliding down the spine of the sword like lightning, and silently slashing towards Ye Fei's palm holding the sword.

Ye Fei smiled coldly, his five fingers suddenly loosened and let go of the hilt of the sword, the sickle slid down against the hilt, and without waiting for the other party to change his move, he grabbed the hilt of the sword in his palm again, swept out with a backhand, and let out a clear dragon groan with a trembling sword, just between this change of moves, he understood a truth, the mad master's swordsmanship is not inferior to the soul slaughter, so why stick to which one?

"Not good!"

The Slaughter King's expression changed suddenly, and he dodged and flew back, but the blade in front of him seemed to be endowed with some kind of spirituality, and no matter how he retreated, he would always follow him, and there would be no return without blood.

Laugh at! The blade of the sword swept over the head of the Butcher King, taking away a bloody scalp, making him tremble in pain, swinging the scythe and slashing the opponent's legs, he knew that he had encountered a hard stubble today, and only by fighting to the death could he have a chance to win.

Ye Fei stood still, as if he didn't see the fast knife that slashed towards his legs, the dragon soul sword gently turned sideways and swept out, this sword rolled out not a light, nor a lotus, it was a semi-arc roller, without waiting for a round of disillusionment, the broadsword swept in reverse direction, and another round of black light half-arc breaking blade flew out, two bends and half arcs merged into one, turning into a complete light wheel flash like the Slaughtering King, a sword is famous, killing souls and slaughtering.