In the private room, the city lord Lin Minghao stared closely at the battlefield, paying attention to the movements of each gladiatorial group.

When he saw the gladiatorial group start digging into the ground, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Want to dig it out?

As he spoke, his fingers continued to press the red jade needles on the sand table, each of which was the location where the various gladiatorial groups were stationed.

Qing Youcai's hands reached into the sand, and before he could touch what was underneath, he felt the sand tremble slightly.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, grabbed his companion and jumped back, shouting, "Stand back......!"

Before the second retreat could be shouted, the flames came out of the sand, and then the yellow sand rolled upside down, and the smoke and dust exploded with the air waves.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and the support point under their feet was lost, and their bodies were pushed into the air by a huge force.

At the moment when the fire and thunder bomb exploded, the commander standing behind the iron fence gate of the passage suddenly made a move.

The executor closest to Zheng Qiu drew a steel whip and threw it out of the fence.

The qi that had been prepared for a long time was injected along the steel whip, making the whip wrap up Zheng Qiu's waist like a long snake.

Waves of air and smoke swept in, and the executor grabbed the steel whip and pulled it back with force, pulling the flying Zheng Qiu back to the sand at the entrance.

Zheng Qiu saw the yellow sand rolling upside down, and the air waves were flying, and it was too late to escape with his legs.

His body was hit by a wave of air, as if a boulder had smashed in front of him through his armor, pressing out all the air he had inhaled in his lungs.

Then he was thrown into the sky, and after a moment of heavenly spinning, he felt something pull on his waist, and then fell to the ground.

Half of his body was planted sideways in the sand, his helmet rolled to the side, and the triangular light shield tied to his left arm was also broken.

Zheng Qiu fell dizzy and lay down for a while before slowly sitting up from the ground and patting the sand on his body.

Looking around blankly, the companions of the Liesha Gladiatorial Band, the shield wall blocking the front, and the weapons and equipment stacked in the place were all gone.

There is a big pit on the ground in front of it, with a diameter of more than one zhang, and the yellow sand on the edge of the pit is constantly rolling inward, which should be blown out by special fire and thunder bombs.

He glanced behind him, hey, isn't this the iron fence gate at the entrance?

Why is he still in the same place, wasn't he just swept away by the air wave of the special fire and thunder bomb?

Boom, another explosion drew his attention back to the battlefield.

At this time, there was chaos on the battlefield, and the people of the various gladiatorial groups were scattered everywhere, and the fire and thunder bombs exploded continuously just now, blowing up the positions established by the various gladiatorial groups, forcibly dismantling and disrupting the gladiators.

At first, the gladiators were scared, fearing being killed by fire and thunder shells, and ran on the battlefield to dodge.

But soon they found out that the special treatment in the mouth of the female narrator was true.

Although these fire and thunder bombs are full of power, and the air waves can blow people out by more than ten feet, their lethality is similar to being hit by a carriage.

This lethality is just a respite for the gladiators in armor.

As a result, the gladiators became emboldened, and the situation on the battlefield gradually deteriorated.

The game will not stop until the egg has a clear belonging, and in order to grab the egg and keep it, it is necessary to weaken the strength of the other gladiatorial groups as much as possible.

Just now, each gladiatorial regiment set up a position and let most of the members shrink into the position, so that neither side dared to attack, for fear of the egg hitting the stone.

But now that everyone has been blown up and left alone, the fangs of each gladiatorial group are gradually revealed, and the gladiators with high cultivation have begun to attack the members of other regiments with low cultivation with impunity.

And those gladiators with low cultivation can only run in all directions, looking for companions to rescue.

Spirit, light and flame, explosion smoke and dust, flying yellow sand, all kinds of things flew on the battlefield, Zheng Qiu stood up and looked around, looking for traces of his companions on the chaotic and blurred battlefield.

"Eared cat, Ma Peng, old man Qing......" he shouted at the top of his voice, leaving the entrance and leaning into the middle of the battlefield.

"Hundred Steps Wind Sword!"

There was a sudden sound of breaking the sky in his ears, followed by a familiar name of the move, and Zheng Qiu immediately realized that it was Le Guping of the Wind Wolf Gladiatorial Troupe who was attacking him.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his folded fingers and turned to grab the flying sword.

"Mom!"

Seeing the appearance of the long sword, he couldn't help but scream, and hurriedly squatted down and fell to the ground.

This time, Le Guping used not a double-edged long sword, but a four-edged long sword, and there was also a blade in the plane position of the ordinary sword body, which was obviously prepared for Zheng Qiu, and there was no large piece of place to grasp it.

Zheng Qiu fell to the ground, and the long sword flew over his head, knocking down the helmet he had just put on.

Then there was an angry roar behind him, and he saw a gladiator of the Condensation Realm who was covered in light and mist, angrily blocking the four-edged long sword, raising his weapon and rushing towards Le Guping.

"The little hairy boy of the Imperial Qi Realm, dare to provoke grandpa and me, leave your life behind!"

Le Guping was so shocked that he didn't care about retracting his long sword, and ran away.

If he didn't control his tricks well just now, he was looking for death when he hit a gladiator with a higher realm than him.

After the two of them ran away, Zheng Qiu lifted his head from the sand, and just now he successfully pretended to be dead, and the gladiator of the Condensation Realm didn't notice him.

"Eared cat, Ma Peng!" Zheng Qiu continued to call out the name of his companion.

At this time, not far away, the fire and thunder bomb exploded again, the smoke and dust and yellow sand filled the sight, and a special light suddenly entered Zheng Qiu's eyes in front of the right.

It's not the flame of energy, it's not the fire that explodes with a fire bomb, it's a silvery-white, lightning light.

"Oh my God, this can't be ......"

He clearly remembered that he gave Ear Cat and Ma Peng a cardboard box, and the carton was a thunder sword spell, and he knew that thunder and lightning would appear when he cast it.

But this thing is used in a pinch, is the eared cat and Ma Peng in trouble?

Ignoring the fierce battle around him, he ran straight in the direction from which the lightning light came.

Through the smoke and dust, Ma Peng was seen sitting on the ground, holding a large shield in both hands, trying to fend off the attack of a masked gladiator.

His left leg was bright red and looked very badly injured.

When the masked gladiator raised his long knife and slammed it into the shield, the diffuse air flow blew up the yellow sand, and Ma Peng was immediately crushed to the ground.

"Stop!"

Zheng Qiu untied the light shield on his right arm and threw it at the masked gladiator from a distance, while he opened his legs and cast his folded fingers, trying to rush forward and break the opponent's weapon.

The masked gladiator seemed to have a convenient time, leaned slightly to avoid the flying light shield, and glanced at Zheng Qiu's side.

Then he suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed the edge of the shield that Ma Peng had raised, and lifted it upward, and the huge force brought Ma Peng up, and the whole person turned over.

Losing his shield to cover him, Ma Peng knew that something was wrong, and immediately clenched his fists and smashed desperately into the opponent's face.

However, the fist was eventually slowed down, and the masked gladiator's long knife flashed brightly, passing under his nose.

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