Xiao Chen jumped high, the Xuanhua axe almost touched the sole of his shoe, he stepped on the axe with one foot, continued to rise with his strength, and after reaching a certain height, he twisted his waist and kicked on the stone wall, his body changed direction, and dodged the attack of another axe

As soon as his toes hit the ground, he began to exert his strength and continued to run towards the entrance of the corridor.

The ice-type leaf martial soul floated to the ground, and then a large amount of water spilled out of the bracelet, leaving the samurai close behind.

The leaves burrow into the water, and as it swims quickly, a thin layer of ice quickly forms on the ground.

Woo-...... Call......

A big black shadow flew behind the little marquis, much faster than him, what is it?

Looking at it, it turned out to be a samurai who had lost his center of gravity, and he hurriedly stopped, watching the samurai slam on the ground, making a deafening sound.

The samurai was thrown to pieces, and he didn't know where to throw the axe in his left hand, so he held up his huge head and shook it from side to side, and then slowly stood up.

Seeing this, the little marquis immediately continued to release water!

That's right, it's water release!

The ice on the ground grew thicker and thicker, and he ran towards the end of the corridor, reaching out and pulling out a hammer from his back that the samurai had not even picked up.

Just a few steps after it, it slipped again and fell even harder.

From the middle of the promenade to the end, the ground is covered with ice more than ten centimeters thick, smooth as a mirror.

The samurai has changed from being extremely agile before, to having a difficult step, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will fall on your stomach, and the hammer that has just appeared soon has been freed from your hand, and this time it has been replaced by a dagger.

You must know that the weapon that can be held in his hand by him, even if it is small, it will exceed Xiao Chen's height.

"Sure enough, it's a brainless guy, and I don't know how to break the ice first and then walk, or if you just slide all the way over. The little marquis looked at it and said.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is dead-eyed, and every time it has to stand up in a proper manner, then just take two steps and slip to the ground, and then stand up in a proper manner, and then slip again......

In this way, it is estimated that it will soon break into a pile of parts.

It's okay, the little marquis of the province will do it again...... What the?

His eyes widened suddenly, and he raised the axe in his right hand high and slashed it down, clicking......

The ground could not withstand the huge force of the axe, and several cracks appeared along the large pit chopped out, and more and more, into cracks.

Click......

The ground cracked, and the ice on it naturally could not be saved, and it turned into small pieces of broken ice.

The crack stretched all the way to the feet of the little marquis, and the dozen or so steps behind him were not spared, collapsing and turning into gravel in an instant.

The samurai stood up unhurriedly, reopened his legs, stepped on the incompletely destroyed floor, and rushed towards this side, and the Xuanhua axe was raised high.

The little marquis was still in deep shock, he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and accidentally found that the nostrils of the stone statue appeared in a fumale phenomenon similar to snort.

There is a mixture of stone powder and ice powder wafting in the air, so you can see it clearly.

That's right, it's indeed snort, could it be that this guy is some kind of life?

The situation was urgent, so he couldn't think too much, and the leaf martial soul of the ice attribute and the fire attribute met it at the same time, and the target was aimed directly at its nostrils.

Due to his tall stature, the diameter of each nostril was more than fifteen centimeters, and the leaves easily burrowed into it and went all the way down the nasal cavity.

Xiao Chen flashed to the side, but was quickly blocked by it in a dead corner.

In such a desperate situation, the samurai's axe was about to be cut off, and he had no way of avoiding it.

Suddenly, there was a noticeable pause in the samurai's movements, and then as if the picture was frozen, the sharp axe was less than two meters away from his head.

Kara......

Kara Kala......

There was a strange noise in its abdomen, and the dagger it held in its left hand fell to the ground with a thud, and its already godless eyes became even more depressing.

Bang......

An irregular round hole exploded in his abdomen, and the gravel hit Xiao Chen's face, grinning in pain.

Grunt......

A mass of minced flesh mixed with viscous plasma gushed out of the round hole, and then two leaf martial spirits flew out, and they made a gesture of inviting merit, circling happily around the master's head.

What's the situation?

Looking at the clump of flesh that resembled the heart, it dawned on him that the samurai should be on the same principle as the ironclad mechanical beast, using the heart of the ancient beast as a source of power to direct the actions of all parts of the body.

The energy source was destroyed, and it was naturally a bunch of useless people in the border city.

Yes, exactly.

Looking up at the axe that was close at hand, he let out a sigh: "It's so dangerous, I almost gave my life here, huhu ......"

Stretching out his hand to catch the martial soul who was still inviting merit, he praised from the bottom of his heart: "Two little guys, thanks to you, otherwise the master and I would have died!"

Click......

A strange sound came from above, and the samurai's mouth automatically opened, spitting out a golden object more than ten centimeters in length.

He put away the martial soul and stretched out his hand to copy it, and it was heavy, it turned out to be a key.

Almost without any pause, he inserted the key into the hole next to the stone steps, and at a height of two meters, the stone door opened on its own.

It turns out that in order to enter the next place, you must first defeat the samurai.

After passing through a dark corridor, his front suddenly opened up, and at the same time as he stepped into the space in front of him with one foot, an oil lamp lit up on the left and right sides.

Since it was suddenly lit up, the flames made a "poof" sound.

This was followed by two more "poofs", and then the rhythm of this sound became faster and faster, each time representing the lighting of an oil lamp.

The oil lamp is set in a smooth stone wall, made of bronze, and underneath it is an ugly-looking monster carrying a pot-shaped lamp bowl on its back, and an ugly face with an overwhelmed expression.

There is a clear distinction between the stone walls above and below the oil lamps, with the top being unusually smooth, and the bottom with slash marks from weapons and pits of various sizes.

As more oil lamps came on, it was a large circular space, with a metal fence gate in each of the four directions, cast from arm-thick black iron, but with some obvious signs of deformation.

The highest point of the circular stone wall is six feet high, and a platform about five meters wide protrudes from the north side, surrounded by intricately carved stone railings.

Outside the high wall, there are radial steps, one step at a time, extending upwards, each level is about four feet wide, a total of thirty-six steps.

On the last step, a wall was erected, and at regular intervals there were niche-like depressions, in which statues twice as tall as life-size were placed, either in shield-raising postures or slashing with knives, each of them resembling a warrior in battle.

The little marquis frowned, looked around at this huge space, and said to himself: "This kind of form...... It looks familiar, like the Colosseum of ancient Rome!"

The circular space below is the fighting arena, the four iron fence gates are the passages for fighters and various beasts, and the upper part is the stand, as for the platform protruding from the north, it should be a high-level VIP stand that can only be enjoyed by princes and nobles.

That's right, it's definitely the Colosseum.

The ancient ancestors were warlike, and it is not surprising that such entertainment venues were built.

His gaze stayed on the iron fence on the northeast side, looking at the space of the black hole behind him, and laughed at himself: "You won't run out of it with a powerful undead beast, right?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a deafening cry from inside-roar!

His face immediately changed color, isn't it so accurate, is it really a crow's mouth?