Bloody Arena Circle Gladiatorial Zone.

The bright light of the midday sun is still dazzling.

When Ding Huo's bare feet stepped on the hot bluestone, the roar of the mountain and tsunami suddenly broke out in the field, of course, it was not a cheer, but a curse of 'death', 'death', and 'you are dead!'.

After being reborn, it was not the first time he had set foot in the gladiatorial arena.

Ding Huo was much calmer than the first time before.

He just squinted his eyes, and let his eyes in the basement room, which had been dark for ten days and nights, adapt to the gladiatorial arena under the strong light, and when the bright halo of the sun no longer occupied his full field of vision, he saw the crowded audience ring around the platform.

The upper and lower five floors were crowded and overflowing, I am afraid that there would be more than 40,000 people, and the sound of crazy cursing spread from one end to the other, one after another, like the roar of the sea.

There are even people holding up high signs, which read, 'Die to the Iron Boy!', and are accompanied by paintings by various painters, the protagonist is an ugly human figure wearing a face, naturally Ding Huo, in the painting, Ding Huo died all kinds of deaths, was dug 'chest', was torn apart, and was chopped alive.

Glancing around coldly, the corners of Ding Huo's mouth outlined a sneer, these stupid pigs are attentive.

However, Ding Huo is no longer angry, he knows very well that as long as he lives, it is the best counterattack against this group of stupid pigs!

So Ding Huo raised his hand, raised his thumb, and then flipped it downward, and compared it to all the audience.

Rumble!

It's boiling!

In the upper and lower five floors of the audience, it was as if a hundred bombs had been thrown, and everyone was furious, a slave gladiator, how dare to do this! How dare he! How dare he! How dare he!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"I'll give you a reward of 20,000 gold coins!"

"I'll give 50,000!"

The merchants and royal families who were 'provoked' by the stabbing naturally did not dare to end up in person, otherwise their bloated bodies with big bellies would only be torn out by Ding Huo, and the only way for them to vent their anger was to throw down large sums of gold coins to reward the slaves who could kill the Iron Mask Boy.

There is a special person to count, who is it and how much bounty is made.

After a while, when the audience's anger subsided slightly, on the six-story platform, the special area belonging to the owner of the field, a big card had been hung, and the bright red reward number on the big card was shocking.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand gold coins!"

Most of the inhabitants of the Nanban Continent will not deposit more than 1,000 gold coins in the cellar in this life, but in the bloody arena, Ding Huo only made a gesture, and 350,000 gold coins became a bounty, which represented the appeal in the minds of Ding Huo's audience, which was terrifying.

At this moment, the owner of the Land Rover on the six-story platform, of course, didn't know that in a distant time and space, on a planet called Earth, this was a magical magic called box office appeal, but he knew that this iron-masked boy was a cash cow.

Although the audience offered a one-sided bounty, killing Ding Huo in order to get a bounty, however, the rules of the bloody arena were that all bounties had to be 'drawn' to take a 30% handling fee.

In other words, if Ding Huo is not killed, the reward returned is only seventy percent, which is equivalent to, the iron-masked boy, make a gesture on the field, and there will be 100,000 gold coins in the skill field.

Coupled with the gambling 'draw', 100 knives is a popular 'door', this bet on him to win, nearly one million gold coins, but since it is a hot 'door', the odds are extremely low, a loss of 0.3 odds, there is also such a large amount of gambling influx, I have to make Land Rover sigh, the iron mask boy is indeed in the limelight.

One percent of the bet is 'drawn', and it is 100,000 gold coins.

With low odds and various restrictions, even if the kid in the iron mask is killed as the audience wishes, then the bloody arena can make a lot of money.

If the kid in the iron mask is upset, it will be even more profitable.

No matter how you think about it, you don't lose money.

Even if the Ten Heavenly Kings end up in a duel, there may not be such a grand scene, right?

Land Rover was a little looking forward to whether the iron-masked boy could reverse the desperate situation, although he faced a third-level martial artist with a hundred swords, he was definitely dead or alive.

At this moment, Ding Huo and Hundred Dao were already standing in the Ring of Blood, and the two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw the numbers on the bounty card, and then, in Hundred Dao's eyes, all of them were extremely excited and ecstatic, such a huge amount was enough for him to buy anything he wanted in the bloody arena!

And Ding Huo, although he knew that this money was used to buy his life, but according to the number of rewards, it can be inferred that the audience bet on winning at least more than one million.

Victory over the gladiator can be rewarded with half of the total bet.

That is, 50,000 gold coins?

That's 500 moonstones!

Ding Huo thought of a bunch of shiny moonstones in front of him, and he also felt a burst of 'excitement' and 'swinging'.

Come on!

Ding Huo and Baidao, who were excited, saw fire 'flowers' in their eyes, and the two attacked almost at the same time.

Sou!

Hundred knives sacrificed the Force weapon, an almost invisible transparent blade, in just ten meters of space, a vertical pass, the wind and the sword, in a blink of an eye, in front of Ding Huo.

Ding Huo didn't seem to have time to resist, and he didn't even have time to sacrifice the Force weapon, so he could only retreat.

"Phantom Knife!"

A hundred knives are unforgiving, a knife misses, the body is stretched again, striding forward, the invisible blade is transformed into countless knives by a knife, flying all over the air, all of which are the strength of the cold wind.

The Phantom Knife is a wind-based martial art, with formless and substantial, fierce and violent as the characteristic 'sex', and now the hundred knives are fully exerted, and all of a sudden, countless translucent blades flew in front of Ding Huo, shrouding up and down, and there was no place to dodge at all.

Looking down from a high place, the noon sun shines on it, flying in the air with translucent blades, refracting and shooting at each other, and for a moment, it is like shattering a glass sky lantern, throwing down countless crystal fragments, brilliant as a galaxy.

On the circular audience, although everyone was looking forward to it, no one thought that Ding Huo and Baidao, just 'fighting', broke out like this, life and death seemed to be only on the first line, and after being stunned for a while, the sound of wild shouts was as loud as a landslide and tsunami.

In the face of the phantom knife's pervasive covering attack, Ding Huo could not retreat, there was no way to avoid it, and between life and death, he suddenly put his palms together, and sacrificed a flame long stick, the tip of the stick pointed forward, and the golden flames broke out all over his body, and the level of the Force suddenly increased, and it seemed that he had the power to fight with a hundred knives!

"Kill!"

Ding Huo roared, and his body suddenly rushed forward, the speed was so fast that it almost left a string of phantoms, and it looked like it was not tame compared to the hundred knives that controlled the wind-type armor beast and used the wind-type martial arts phantom knife!

And Ding Huo was tipped with a flame stick, and his entire body was burning! Like a rocket off the string, it rushed straight towards the blades of countless wind knives.

Crackling!

The sound of the Force impact did not break, and the infinite wind blade and the Ding Huo covered with flames all over the body collided together, and the Ding Huo shattered the storm of the wind knife blade in a blink of an eye, and most of the flames on his body were extinguished, and the blood marks were everywhere, but the remaining power was still enough to stab a hundred knives through.

Woo!

The sigh was like a 'tide' across the five-story circular auditorium, the audience was not a martial artist, and they could see it clearly, the power of the iron mask boy's instant burst was more than 100 knives, and under the hard fight, life and death were immediate, and a hundred knives were going to lose? !

At the moment when the tip of Ding Huo's stick was about to hit the hundred knives, a mocking smile appeared on the hundred knives' faces.

"Hey, hey, sound body feather!"

The wind 'wave' bat, which had originally turned into an invisible blade, suddenly shattered and rolled back, turning into a fresh wind, enveloping the body of the hundred knives, making the hundred knives seem to suddenly disappear into this spatial dimension, leaving only a residual image in place.

And Ding Huo's fatal blow passed through the void image like this, and he didn't touch a hundred knives at all!

Whew.

The wind disappeared after a few seconds, and the shape of a hundred knives became clear again.

There is not a single wound on the body of the hundred knives!

Ding Huo's powerful attack didn't hurt a hundred knives!

On the circular audience, tens of thousands of spectators were stunned for a moment, and then cheered loudly, cheering for the hundred knives, but the language was not very friendly, such as 'That slave, kill the Iron Mask Boy!' and "Kill the Iron Mask Boy, the master will reward you as a slave!"

Baidao didn't mind this insult, but looked at Ding Huo with a smile.

"The Spitfire Meteor Trick instantly bursts three times its attack power and speed, but after using it, the Force is exhausted and left to the enemy to slaughter. ”

"Little sheep, your Flying Fire Meteor Technique, you practiced so badly that it didn't hurt me, but you made me so excited!"

The fanatical expression and tone of the hundred knives are disgusting.

Ding Huo didn't speak, and the silver 'colored' mask that covered half of his face hid his emotions even more.

A hundred knives are already scared.

"It's okay, little sheep, I'll take care of you, hehe, I'll let you die after I hurt you. ”

The reason why so many gold coins are rewarded is just to see how the 'rapist' corpse with a hundred knives insults the iron-masked boy? It is not enough to dry the corpse, and it is good to look good if you do it alive! It is better to do it again after you die!

"him!"

"him!"

"Kill him!"

The wild shout reached Ding Huo's ears, causing Ding Huo to frown in disgust.

"A bunch of stupid pigs. He whispered.

"What are you talking about, little sheep, let me hear it too?" Baidao came over, although he was sure that the information he received was not wrong, Ding Huo did choose the Flying Fire Meteor Trick as a means of fatal blow, but the careful cunning that the gladiator had practiced for the rest of his life still made him cautious.

"Sound body feather body, human-level intermediate martial arts, can scatter and transform into shapes, dodge a fatal injury, even if it is a ground-level martial art, it can't kill you at once, but after using it once, it will take half an hour before you can use it a second time. Ding Huo's voice was indifferent and expressionless.

"Although the cooldown time of half an hour is already very short, it is worthy of the martial arts level of the middle grade of the human rank, but you are ...... now. Still can't use the second time. Ding Huo continued, "As for me practicing the Flying Fire Flow Technique, it was Tu Tian who told you, right? You are his follower, of course he will cover you." ”

Hearing Ding Huo's calm voice and seeing Ding Huo's unwavering eyes, sweat slipped down Baidao's forehead, but he thought about it and smiled again: "Little sheep, you bluff me!"

As he spoke, a hundred knives rushed over, and the invisible blade in his hand slashed towards Ding Huo.

Bai Dao no longer intends to 'play' Ding Huo, but wants to kill Ding Huo and start his performance again.

"Then you can try it, dead pervert. Ding Huo slapped his palms, and in the two palms, the flames were like lightning, 'excited' and 'swinging' out of small fire 'flowers' that could not be suppressed.

"Heavenly Fire Changes!