Flying is the eternal dream of human beings, but it is not a myth, and after becoming a god-like celestial fighter, the most obvious feature is to be able to step on the blue sky and soar proudly.

But how difficult it is to become a heavenly fighter.

In the entire Nanban Continent, there are nearly 100 million people, one percent of whom have Force talents, and most of these people can cultivate Force weapons and become martial artists.

But among the warriors, there is no one in a hundred who can fuse armored beasts and embark on the path of infinite power.

The identity of a fighter is already a spokesperson for glory and power, enough to become a general in the army and the lord of a city.

But above the fighters, there are also ground-level fighters, the entire Nanban Continent, the ground-level fighters, and there are only a few hundred Liao Liao, all of whom are leaders in the army, the elders of a clan, and the dependents of a country.

Further up, in the eyes of mortals, he is a heavenly fighter who is no different from a god.

I can't describe how powerful the Heavenly Rank Fighters are, I only know that it is no longer a realm that mortals can reach, they stand at the pinnacle of the Southern Barbarian Continent, and destroy a country with one person, which is not a myth for the Heavenly Rank Fighters.

And there are only two known Heavenly Rank Fighters on the Nanban Continent, one is Ba Tianlei, the dean of the Central Fighter Academy, and the other is the Dragon Ball Mountain Turtle Immortal, of which Ba Tianlei is respected as the Thunder God Fighter, and the Turtle Immortal is the Holy Light Fighter.

Therefore, seeing the flowing wind levitating out of thin air, Ding Huo was in a trance for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, he understood that the flowing wind was just a fifth-level martial artist, and the distance from the heavenly fighter was no less than looking up at the morning star outside the sky in the abyss of the earth, and the gap was so far that it was difficult to calculate with reason.

Moreover, at this moment, the flowing wind is floating in the air, it can't be called flying at all, it is just floating, and it can achieve this effect thanks to the double-edged knife that is constantly rotating in his hand, which is a kind of wind martial arts.

Levitation.

According to the information provided by Ami, the Flowing Wind Spirit is good at two kinds of martial arts, one is the Wind Wave Bomb, and the other is the Levitation Technique.

As a result, the tactics of the Flowing Wind Gladiatorial Fight were very monotonous.

Fly up and blast with wind bombs until you smash your opponent to death by vomiting blood.

It can be said that it is a very scoundrel trick.

And it's not very ornamental.

Therefore, Liufeng did not appear in many gladiatorial fights, and he lived exceptionally long.

Generally speaking, Ding Huo still appreciates the martial arts chosen by Liufeng, first making himself invincible, and then slowly grinding the opponent to death, such a choice of martial arts and tactical collocation is rarely seen in the gladiatorial arena.

Because before the tactics are formed, such a combination of martial arts is very fragile, and a melee deception will be dead.

Flowing wind is a special case.

Special cases mean they are difficult to deal with.

So appreciating and appreciating, Ding Huo still had a headache.

In particular, Liufeng began his wild bombardment, like a military flying ship, throwing one by one wind bombs at Ding Huo, Ding Huo had to be more embarrassed than before, in the gladiatorial arena, fleeing in all directions, and what was even more pitiful was that there was no chance to fight back.

After a few minutes of this scene, there was already a boo in the audience of the five-story circle.

"We're here to see a gladiatorial fight! Not a flyship bombing show!"

"Cheap slave! Hurry up and give me a fight to the ground!"

"What the hell! Don't fly!"

The audience booed, Liu Feng's psychological quality is very good, maybe he is also used to booing, after all, after he practiced the levitation technique, all the gladiatorial scenes are so boring, but Ding Huo can last for so long under his sonic bomb attack, which is beyond his expectations.

However, the iron-masked boy will sooner or later have a moment when he can't hold on.

Liufeng firmly believes that he will win, at least, he will not lose, right?

Ding Huo turned into a fire shadow in the arena, and the flowing wind floated more than ten meters in the air, constantly throwing cyan wind bombs down, and in the booming and violent sound, the entire venue had been smashed into dents everywhere, and there were even potholes in a few places.

After a few minutes, Ding Huo seemed to have lost his strength and stopped at a pit, trying to take a breath of relief by using a stone slab that had been lifted off as a shield.

Liufeng saw it clearly, and immediately seized this opportunity, and the wind bomb fired three times in a row, and the cyan Force missile hit the stone one after another, and suddenly the stone slab exploded, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, as if it also hit Ding Huo.

"Iron Mask Boy, you're dead!"

Just when Liufeng was triumphant and was about to send a few more storm bombs to completely solve Ding Huo, suddenly a stone flew out of the smoke and dust, and smashed into him with the sound of the flickering wind.

The stone came very quickly, and the flowing wind was startled, and hurriedly ran the levitation technique, allowing himself to float to the left, and it was dangerous and dangerous, so that the stone passed by his ears, and the buzzing wind was very harsh.

Immediately afterward, several pieces of rubble were thrown from the ground into the air.

At this time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the flowing wind had already seen clearly that it was Ding Huo who was there to pick up stones and throw people.

...... Kid's trick! Hurt anyone!

Liufeng couldn't dodge it, and hit a few pieces, but there was no way to attach the Force to the stone, and at most it hurt a little, this kind of attack didn't matter at all, at most it made Liufeng lose some face.

"I'm annoyed!" Flowing Wind roared, swinging out seven storm bombs in a row, which was already his limit, ready to completely blast Ding Huo into slag.

However, before a large number of Liufeng's turmoil popped out, Ding Huo hurried up and threw a few more stones from below, taking advantage of Liufeng's busy condensing the wind bombs, and smashed them on Liufeng's body one after another.

Still, there's no way to decide the winner.

And at this time, the last stone thrown by Ding Huo also came to Liufeng, originally Liufeng didn't want to care at all, but this stone, the appearance and size, are clearly completely different from the previous ones.

In the time when Ding Huo was disturbed with stones, Liufeng also paid attention to the size of the stones thrown by Ding Huo, if it was too big, it was natural to avoid it, and those who attacked the vital position could not be thrown in the same way.

Although he was in an irritable mood at the moment, he noticed that something was wrong with this thing, and the flowing wind still flashed in a hurry.

Airplanes!

The thing was whistling with the sound of the wind that made the wind's scalp tingle, and the wind was startled, what was it? I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, it was white, it seemed to be a round object......

If you get hit, I'm afraid you'll get hurt.

Liufeng couldn't help but be a little happy, and at the same time, he was even more jealous of Ding Huo in the arena.

"I'm going to smash you to smithereens!"

Seven storm bombs, about to wave out, once the attack comes, its coverage area, there are dozens of meters in radius, moreover, the attack is instantaneous, Ding Huo seems to be unable to escape at all.

But Ding Huo was not ready to escape, and when the cyan Force missile was about to fly out of Liufeng's hand, Ding Huo pointed behind Liufeng and said something, as if there were two words 'careful'.

Liufeng subconsciously turned around, and was shocked to see that the white round object actually flew back, quickly enlarged in his vision, and then, there was a sound like a slam opening the sky and the earth, and he didn't know anything.

And here in Ding Huo, after hearing the sound of 'bang', the flowing wind fell down from mid-air and fell on the bluestone ground, his head breaking and bleeding.

Without the control of the flowing wind, the seven storm bombs burst in the air, and for a while, the sky was full of cyan Force fragments, which looked like a crystal wind that blew over the arena.

The pet egg that smashed the flowing wind fell into Ding Huo's palm from mid-air very well-behaved, and it turned around a few times, looking very proud.

Ding Huo smiled and hid the pet egg.

This one, won.

And the audience in the circle auditorium disagreed with this result, what did they just see?

One idiot flew up into the air and threw something down desperately, while the other guy was on the ground and threw the stone back into the air, and both sides threw it around, and one of them fell out of the air......

Is this a fire monkey throwing contest, rather than a gladiatorial fight that is supposed to stimulate the blood?

The audience scolded and shouted bored.

Ding Huo was very satisfied with this ending.

The two martial arts of the flowing wind, combined with each other, look difficult, but in fact, Ding Huo's thunder light kill, can completely restrain it, as long as he endures the wild bombardment of the flowing wind, and when he recovers, a thunder light kill, can kill this live target floating in the air.

But if you want to use the thunder light kill in a short period of time, you need to sacrifice the bloodthirsty aura and raise the force level to level six, and the bloodthirsty aura has a limited duration, and if you can save it, you can save it, after all, there are still three tough battles behind.

In the first level of the three levels, Liufeng, whether it was Ding Huo or Ami, did not take it into his eyes, but only put himself in a safe position, and then attacked the enemy's gladiators, there was no threat at all.

The most terrible thing about gladiators is that they fight to the death and die with the enemy.

A gladiator who has lost this will is no longer worthy of being called a gladiator.

In the first level, Ding Huo won.

It took seventeen minutes.

And the loser, Liufeng, after staggering to his feet, was unanimously booed by the audience, and they were still shouting.

"Kill him!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Dig out his heart!"

The audience wanted to see blood, they wanted to see the brutal killing, so they yelled and wanted to drive the Iron Mask Boy away and kill for them.

However, how could Ding Huo let them get their wish.

Hush!

Ding put his middle finger between his lips and made a silent gesture to the more than 30,000 wealthy fools in the five-story ring audience.

Of course, Ding Huo's gesture was completely ineffective, but instead detonated an even more violent roar and curse, but that had nothing to do with Ding Huo.

Ding Huo looked at Liufeng: "You don't deserve to be a gladiator, this may be a good thing, you can go." ”

Liufeng looked gloomy and turned to leave, although he was not seriously injured, but his gait faltered, and his back was no longer straight.