Du Shen rushed wildly, his palms were scarlet, his five fingers clenched the powerful force, tearing the air, and blasted towards Zhou Qing with a punch.

Zhou Qing's pupils stared, staring at Du Shen's palm, he could feel that in Du Shen's palm, the terrifying aura from the demon beast.

The Blood Leopard, a demon beast equivalent to the sevenfold powerhouse of the Linggang Realm, Du Wound's hands are derived from it.

The terrifying aura came to his face, and Zhou Qing did not dodge or dodge, and he also punched out.

Bang!

The fists collided, and a low sound erupted.

The terrifying power rushed like a stormy wave, and Zhou Qing's body was uncontrollable, and he quickly retreated backwards.

Zhou Qing stomped heavily on the ground with the soles of his feet to stop his figure.

He moved his palm, and a sharp pain came from his palm, as if it was about to break.

Fortunately, Zhou Qing cultivated Aoki without self-cultivation, and his body was very strong, otherwise, Du Sheng's punch would have been able to abolish him.

Aoki's power flowed through his body, and the pain in Zhou Qing's palm gradually dissipated.

"Hmmm, boy, you click on the door, I didn't kill you with one punch. Du Shen looked at Zhou Qing, looking at his palm without any scars, and his expression was slightly shocked.

However, Du Shen's face immediately became hideous again.

This battle, no matter what, he can't lose.

Since entering the Blood Arena, Du Shen has experienced hundreds of battles, and although he has won all of them in the end, only he knows the danger.

After all, a person's counterattack before death is too terrible.

And Jia Mu had already given Du Shen a promise that as long as he could kill Zhou Qing, then he would only need to fight once a month in the future.

Only fighting once a month, so that the pressure to Du Shen will be much less, and he will be able to live longer.

"Boy, give me death!"

Du Shen roared fiercely, and the rolling spiritual power swept out, and suddenly, his already scarlet palms, as well as his arms, turned blood-red.

Sharp nails, like sharp blades growing out of the fingertips.

Du stomped heavily on the ground, his body soared into the sky, and his claws slashed across the void and tore out towards Zhou Qing's throat.

Sting!

Zhou Qing quickly retreated, but Du Shuang's claws still slashed against his chest, his clothes were torn, and several hideous scars appeared on Zhou Qing's chest.

"Boy, no matter what reason you are on this dueling table, the last person to survive can only be me

I, and you will only be torn apart by me, and become the one hundred and seventh-dead soul under my hands. ”

Du Shen stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, a cruel smile on his face.

Swish!

Du Shen's figure disappeared in place again, and his figure headed towards Zhou Qing**.

In the spectator seat, Wu Tuo looked at the figure of Du Injury who suddenly disappeared in the field, Sen Ran sneered, and said to himself: "Du Injury, kill it! ”

A nameless person like Zhou Qing, if it weren't for the existence of Zixuan, he would not have any possibility of taking away the No. 13 slave from the Blood Arena.

Even, Zhou Qing didn't even have the qualifications to see Wu Tuo.

Wu Tuo has never been merciful to this kind of arrogant boy, and in his opinion, Du Shu will definitely be able to kill Zhou Qing.

In this way, it will also warn everyone that if you want to take any slave from the Blood Arena, the final result is death.

Zhou Qing's eyes were slightly cold, and there was a faint sound of thunder in his body.

Sneer......

The small thunder arc, like a small snake, was disillusioned on Zhou Qing's arm, staring at the figure of Du Qing rushing wildly, Zhou Qing stepped out, and a deep voice resounded in his heart.

"Thunder Palm!"

The terrifying cyan thunder condensed in front of Zhou Qing and turned into two thunder marks.

As Zhou Qing's palm fell, the two thunder seals pressed towards Du Shen with a domineering and unrivaled might.

Bang!

On the dueling platform, a deafening roar erupted.

Du Shen's running figure suddenly stopped, and the hideous and bloodthirsty expression on his face was also completely frozen at this moment.

Instantly, in countless shocking eyes, Du Shen's body, under the power of the violent thunder, exploded and turned into a blood mist in the sky.

"How is this possible?"

Countless people looked at that scene with shocked expressions, and their jaws were about to drop in shock.

Whether it is Wu Tuo or Zixuan, this result is obviously completely beyond the expectations of the two.

"Impossible? This kid is obviously only in the Purple Mansion Realm, how could he kill Du Shen?" Wu Tuo, who had always been extremely calm, looked angry at this moment.

Swish!

Wu Tuo's figure flickered and disappeared in place.

The next moment, he came to the dueling platform, grabbed Zhou Qing's neck, and said fiercely: "Boy, tell me, who are you? With your strength, it is impossible to kill Du Shen." ”

Spectator seats

, Zixuan suddenly came back to her senses.

She rushed to the martial arts platform, looked at Wu Tuo coldly, and said angrily: "Wu Tuo, what do you want to do? Let go of my friend, do you still want to repay the debt? I will endure you again and again, if you really don't want the blood arena to continue to exist, then just wait for our Yanyulou to make a move!"

Wu Tuo's eyes changed, and he forcibly calmed himself down.

He let go of Zhou Qing and snorted coldly: "This duel is not counted, this kid is cheating, you can't take the thirteenth slave away." ”

"Huh...... The owner of the dignified bloody arena, you would even play such a despicable trick! How did I kill Du Wound, you should be able to see it clearly, do you think that you can ignore our previous promise with a casual word?" Zhou Qing sneered.

Just now, from Wu Tuo's body, he felt a great killing opportunity.

Zhou Qing knew that he had offended Wu Tuo to death, and since this was the case, there was no need to leave any affection for Wu Tuo.

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Zhou Qing's eyes swept over the spectator seat, and said loudly: "Everyone, just now I made a bet with Wu Tuo, as long as I can kill Du Shen, then he will let me take a slave." ”

However, now Wu Tuo has repented. ”

"I don't know, as the owner of the Blood Arena, Wu Tuo is not true to his word, or is what he said is like a fart?"

"Could it be that the rules of this Blood Arena are just some nonsense in Wu Tuo's eyes?

As soon as Zhou Qing said this, a shocking uproar broke out in the spectator seat.

The content of this chapter was updated by Handmade

The most important source of income for the Blood Arena is the du'b0 where these spectators are here.

If the result of every duel is really a blood arena operating in secret, then haven't they been used as monkeys by the blood arena all the time.

At the moment, those who won du'b0 have no expressions yet.

But those who lost, looking at Wu Tuo, were full of anger and resentment.

Noticing the change in the expressions on those people's faces, Wu Tuo's complexion changed suddenly.

If the Blood Arena loses its credibility because of Zhou Qing's words, then even Wu Tuo can't afford the next losses.

"Boy, count you ruthless!" Wu Tuo looked at Zhou Qing angrily and snorted coldly: "You can get out with the thirteenth slave, but I will write down today's events." ”

Zhou Qing directly ignored Wu Tuo's threat, and he took the thirteenth slave, Zixuan and Liu Xian'er and left the blood arena.

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