Chapter 20: Victory

Qin Yiren entered the martial arts arena and saw a sturdy man with a fierce face and a pair of eyes like a wolf and a tiger, looking at Qin Yiren as if a hungry wolf had found a lamb. Murderous, at a glance, you can see that this is a person whose hands are covered with blood and murderous like hemp, and there are many people who have died at his hands.

The arena is a place where life and death fight, and every surviving slave must be a strong man, who survives by stepping on the bones of a loser, and this person is murderous, which is not strange at all.

"This is called murderous! Compared to him, I am not a fart, I can only scare the wild boar. Qin Yiren was originally quite proud of the murderous aura on his body, and when he saw this person's murderous aura, he sighed to himself.

"Stupid, complete stupid, you fight with me, but you don't give me medicine, you are looking for death." This person didn't take Qin Yiren in his eyes at all, and he could see at a glance that Qin Yiren was a novice.

The novice fights with him, a murderous man, and doesn't give him medicine, isn't this looking for his own death?

"If you want to die so much, this son will fulfill you!" Qin Yiren was underestimated, extremely unhappy, his head was raised, his chest was straight, and he replied loudly.

"It turned out to be a rich boy who learned some martial arts, thought he was invincible in the world, and asked me to practice? Little Hin, the pain before death will make you regret it. This person sneered loudly, and didn't take a boy like Qin Yiren in his eyes at all.

"Come on!" Qin Yiren tightened the sword in his hand, concentrating on the enemy, and the essence in his eyes burst out.

This is the first time he has fought with life and death, and he is both nervous and excited.

"Are you Qin?" This man pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword and stared at Qin Yiren.

"How do you know?" Qin Yiren didn't report his surname, let alone where he came from, but this person could see it at a glance, which was really surprising.

"Because of the posture you are holding the sword, this is Qin Jian's starting style." This man's eyes are like torches, and he is very old-fashioned.

"Good eye!" Qin Yiren had to admire.

"Tiger wolf Qin people, suffer death!" This person clenched the sword in his hand, roared, and pounced on Qin Yiren, the dragon spirit and tiger were fierce, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the power was terrifying.

"Good!" Qin Yiren cheered loudly, not flustered at all, but became even more excited, and the sword in his hand drew a sword light like practice, and met the sword in this person's hand.

"Ding!" There was a crisp metal thump, and the two swords collided together, sending a spark into a splash.

"Good! A little bit of force! This man bared his teeth, showed his fierce face, and praised in a deep voice.

"You're not bad either!" Qin Yiren felt the force coming from the sword, it was very heavy, and this slashing force was not small.

The two of them are tempting, and they will leave after a little touch, knowing each other's strength, and they no longer collide hard, but each uses swordsmanship to kill together.

Although Qin Yiren's martial arts training time is short, because of the complementarity of Bian Que's relics, and the help of the Qin royal family, Tu Na and Tai Chi, the entry into the country is extremely fast, and it can be said that it is a thousand miles a day. This time I started the swordsmanship, and I saw a sword flying up and down, like a hot wheel, the sword light was very good.

And this person's swordsmanship is only above Qin Yiren, not below Qin Yiren. What's more, this person's fighting experience is extremely rich and extremely spicy, far beyond Qin Yiren's comparison.

Fortunately, Qin Yiren is calm and composed, quick to react, strong adaptability, and calm response, but he is not inferior to others.

The two of them tumbled and fought, the sword light flickered, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

"Good! Pick! Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong cheered loudly for Qin Yiren.

They know the details of Qin Yiren, Qin Yiren has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, and it is commendable to have such swordsmanship and be able to fight with this slave with extremely rich fighting experience.

"Good!" Although the onlookers were not as applauded as Meng Zhao and them, they also praised loudly.

Brush!

A sword light like a practice slashed, Qin Yiren couldn't avoid it, his chest was scratched, and a blood mark appeared, dripping with blood.

"Tiger Wolf Qin Ren, you are still very tender!" The man laughed and sneered.

"You're rejoicing too soon, you're almost out of shape." Qin Yiren sneered at each other.

"Somewhere else?" As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, this man pulled the corners of his mouth and ridiculed.

However, soon, his sneer froze on his face, his right hand was wiped around his neck, his hand was full of blood, and there was a clear sword mark on his neck.

"Die!" This person's face was gloomy and furious, and the sword in his hand flew up and down, slashing at Qin Yiren.

When Qin Yiren hurt him, he didn't know at all, for a veteran like him, this was a shame and unbearable, and he was really annoyed and angry.

"Don't be angry, this is a taboo in martial arts, you don't understand, right?" Qin Yiren reminded the other party loudly.

This person's heart is full of joy, busy concentrating and calming, and the sword moves are endless, one move after another, just like the Yangtze River.

Qin Yiren had to remind him if he wanted to be at his peak in order to have the greatest gain.

After a fight, the amazing comprehension was displayed, Qin Yiren gained a lot, made rapid progress, and made more and more spicy shots, which shocked this person.

"Childe is right, only between life and death can people make the greatest progress!" Meng Zhao was greatly moved.

"Yes. Childe is so bold, he has to experience life and death. Ma Gai greatly admired Qin Yiren's choice.

Fan Tong didn't speak, he nodded heavily, and the admiration was already in it.

"Whew!" The sword in Qin Yiren's hand was like a poisonous snake, and when he slashed on this person's arm, a blood mark appeared.

"Brush!" With another sword, the man had an extra scar on his shoulder.

"Poof!" The man was stabbed in the back.

Qin Yiren was already cunning and full of tricks, and after this progress, this person was exhausted to deal with, and it was difficult to deal with Qin Yiren, and he was helpless to fight back by Qin Yiren.

Fortunately, Qin Yiren did not intend to take his life, but showed mercy under the sword.

"Let go!" Qin Yiren's sword twisted in his hand, and this person's sword fell to the ground.

"You ......" Qin Yiren's progress, this person can see it with his own eyes, he remembers it vividly, he doesn't believe it at all, there is a person in the world who has made such rapid progress, his eyes are round, and his face is unbelievable.

"You've lost." Qin Yiren's sword was pointed at this person's throat.

"Kill me!" This person is very courageous, with a stalk in his neck, and he is not afraid at all.

According to the rules of the martial arts arena, the winner can kill the loser.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, ten gold, this is your bounty!"

The onlookers' eyeballs were bloodshot, and they roared loudly, instigating Qin Yiren to kill his opponent under the sword.

"Good man!" Qin Yiren had a good impression of this person, and he praised him, withdrew his sword, turned around and left.

"Win! Win! This is the first life-and-death fight, and it is of great significance to Qin Yiren, Qin Yiren is very happy, and he roared vigorously.

"Childe, be careful!" Suddenly, only the roars of Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong sounded, and the three of them were very anxious.

Qin Yiren knew that there was something wrong, and suddenly felt that there was a wind in the back of his head, and ran forward like a leopard, backhanded a sword, and opened the long sword behind him, turned around, and saw that the man was holding the sword in his hand, his face was distorted, extremely hideous, and he roared: "Tiger wolf Qin Ren, die!" ”

With a wave of the sword in Qin Yiren's hand, he cut off this person's wrist, and Qin Jian pointed at his throat and asked, "I have spared your life, why did you sneak attack behind your back?" ”

"Hey, hey." The man smiled evilly and said, "If I kill you, I can be a member of the country for three days, unfettered, with wine, meat, and women, why did I miss such a good opportunity?" ”

Slaves are not free and are very eager to be free. In order to motivate the slaves to fight to the death and fight the most brilliant fights, the Colosseum uses this to motivate the slaves and make the slaves crazy.

"That's it?" Qin Yiren was surprised for a while.

"That's right." The man nodded heavily.

"If you kill me in a fight, I have nothing to say but to blame me for not being good at martial arts. I will spare your life, but you will take revenge and put me to death, just to be a three-day countryman, you are a villain, a villain who forgets his righteousness! It's not a pity to die! Go to hell! The sword in Qin Yiren's hand drew a wonderful arc.

A skull was thrown high, blood splattered.

A lot of blood splashed on Qin Yiren's mouth, licking the blood, Qin Yiren's blood boiled again.