The long knife broke through the air, filled with a cold killing machine.

Clang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron resounded suddenly, and Zhou Qing's iron pincer-like palm held the long knife tightly, making it difficult to advance a single inch.

At this time, the middle-aged man with shackles on his hands and feet, although he dodged the long knife that came from the burst, he was scarred and too tired, and the man's steps trembled and he fell to the ground.

"Fence him up. ”

At this time, those chasers who were rushing wildly also arrived, and one of the tall and thin men said coldly.

"Slave Thirteen, you wounded our people, run away without permission, go back with us! The tall and lanky man spoke again.

"Bastard, if my strength is still there, I must slaughter you bastards with my own hands!" the man, known as Slave Thirteen, roared like a beast from his mouth.

"Hehe! futile...... struggling," the tall and thin man sneered, waved his palm, and whispered, "Take him away." ”

Suddenly, several of the man's men headed towards the thirteenth slave.

Slave No. 13, before this, had been seriously injured, his eyes were red, and he could only stare at the figure walking towards him, but there was a slight helplessness in his hideous eyes.

If he had the strength he had at his peak, how could he become the object of slaughter!

Swish!

At this time, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of the thirteenth slave, and that person was naturally Zhou Qing.

"Boy, who are you, the matter of our blood arena is not something you can interfere in, get out of the way of me. ”

The tall and thin man saw Zhou Qing suddenly appear, and he frowned slightly, and then shouted.

"Jia Mu, when did you people in the Blood Arena become so arrogant and dare to do it on the street, don't you plan to open the Blood Arena?"

In the crowd, Zixuan walked slowly, her beautiful cheeks filled with a faint cold color.

The tall and thin man named Jia Mu looked at the beautiful figure that appeared in front of him, his eyes froze, and the cold color on his face disappeared in an instant.

Jia Mu said with a smile: "It turned out to be Miss Zixuan, Jia Mu has seen Miss Zixuan." The rules of the dungeon, we naturally dare not violate it in the Blood Arena. ”

"It's just that this slave killed our owner's own brother, so we have the courage to arrest this person on the street, and I hope that Miss Zixuan can sell our owner a thin noodle and let us take the person away. ”

Zi Xuan's eyes froze when she heard Jia Mu's words.

The bloody arena is the ground

A very special existence in the dungeon.

In the Blood Arena, a large number of slaves are imprisoned, and those slaves, like pigs and dogs, are raised by the people of the Blood Arena on weekdays.

Every three years, one month before the start of the mega auction, the Blood Arena opens.

The Blood Arena numbered each slave and then divided them into different tiers according to their strength, allowing them to fight each other.

There are only two outcomes for a slave who enters the bloody arena to fight, one is life and the other is death.

According to the rules of the Blood Arena, only the victor can live.

The extremely bloody battle in the Blood Arena attracted a large number of people to watch, so the Blood Arena used it to open a gambling game.

Although countless slaves have died in the bloody arena over the years, they have also made a lot of money.

The dungeon, here and the outside city, there is not much of a gap, although the rain building opened up the dungeon.

However, Yanyulou didn't have that much energy to govern this area.

As a result, the Smoke and Rain Tower divides the dungeon into many areas, and those areas are controlled by some big forces.

The owner of the Blood Arena is named Wu Tuo, the strength of the fivefold martial realm.

Although, in Shaking Light City, in addition to the royal family and the Yanyu Building, there are many powerful forces, and the masters of those forces are much stronger than Wu Tuo's strength.

But no one dares to covet the extremely lucrative business of the Blood Arena.

Because the real owner of this blood arena is the current crown prince Zhao Huangyu.

With the big tree of Zhao Huangyu and Wu Tuo's blood arena, it is natural to sit back and relax.

Zixuan stared at Jia Mu, the light in her beautiful eyes flickering.

She knew that Wu Tuo had been ruthless in running the Blood Arena for many years, but Wu Tuo only cared for his younger brother Wu Ling.

Zi Xuan didn't expect that the man in front of him, whose hands and feet were chained, would be a slave in the martial arts arena, and he also killed Wu Ling.

With Wu Tuo's temperament, I'm afraid he won't let this person go.

For the sake of a slave, Zixuan is naturally not worth turning her face with the Blood Fighting Arena, she came to Zhou Qing's side and said in a low voice: "Zhou Qing, this slave is a person from the Blood Fighting Arena, let's leave it alone, let's go!"

Zhou Qing shook his head, he looked at Jia Mu, and said in a deep voice: "I want this slave, you can make a price!"

"Boy, what are you doing with our Blood Arena, do you think the Blood Arena is a vegetable market? You can buy this slave with a bid. ”

"I tell you, this slave has killed the brother of our owner, and we must bring him back, and whoever dares to stop us will be the enemy of the bloody arena. "Jia

Mu Li shouted.

"It seems that there is no need to talk about it!" Zhou Qing sighed.

In the pitch-black eyes, a touch of Ling Ran's color flashed, and the vast spiritual power in Zhou Qing's body rushed out.

This Jia Mu's strength is in the Linggang Realm, and the strength of his subordinates around him is only seven or eight in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Zhou Qing had absolute confidence that he would be able to take these thirteenth slaves away from these people.

"Zhou Qing, calm down. Zi Xuan looked at Zhou Qing's posture of wanting to make a move, and hurriedly whispered to dissuade him: "If you really want to save this slave, leave the rest to me." ”

Although Zixuan didn't understand why Zhou Qing didn't hesitate to offend the blood arena for no reason, he wanted to save this slave.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Zixuan is on Zhou Qing's side.

"Jia Mu, I want this slave, you go back and tell Wu Tuo, just because I Zixuan owes him a favor, I hope he can sell me this face. Zixuan said in a deep voice.

Jia Mu's face was ugly for a while, and he frowned: "Miss Zixuan, please don't embarrass us, we are just acting on orders." ”

"This slave, he killed the owner's younger brother, if the owner can't see this slave, our brothers will inevitably end up very miserable, and please Zixuan let us take people away. ”

Zi Xuan's face was cold, and she said indifferently: "What if I have to leave people behind?"

"Miss Zixuan, if you really want to force us, then don't blame the brothers for being polite. Jia Mu said solemnly.

Jia Mu didn't want to be an enemy of Zixuan, after all, behind Zixuan, there was the entire Yanyu Building.

In the Dongchuan Dynasty, the most feared by everyone is naturally the royal family, and the strength of Yanyulou is not much weaker than the royal family.

No matter how strong the strength of the Blood Arena is, it is definitely not qualified to be the enemy of Yanyu Building.

However, Jia Mu knew Wu Tuo's temperament.

Wu Tuo is ruthless, once he doesn't see the thirteenth slave, Jia Mu and these people are likely to die in Wu Tuo's hands.

Wu Tuo's anger, Jia Mu couldn't bear it.

Feeling Zi Xuan's eyes that could not be retreated, Jia Mu hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Zi Xuan, we don't want to be your enemy, just hand over this slave to you, this is really not something I can call the shots." ”

"If you really want this slave, take you to a bloody arena, and you can follow the owner yourself. ”

Zixuan also didn't want to offend the Blood Arena to death, so she thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you to the Blood Arena!"

Jia Mu was in a relaxed mood, he was really afraid that if Zixuan didn't let go, then things would be much more difficult to do.

However, since Zixuan has taken a step back, then

Next, just let Zixuan and Wu Tuo negotiate, those things are no longer what Jia Mu cares about.

"Come on, bring slave thirteen back to the Blood Arena!" Jamu whispered.

On the side, several of Jammu's men walked towards Slave No. 13.

Zhou Qing's straight figure, like a long qiāng, stood there, motionless, his eyelids raised slightly, looked at Jia Mu, and said in a deep voice: "I can help him to the blood arena and let your people get out of the way for me." ”

Jia Mu looked at Zhou Qing's proud appearance, and his heart was angry.

On weekdays, in the Blood Arena, most of the affairs are in charge of Jia Mu, so Jia Mu has been enjoying a lot of awe-inspiring eyes.

Jia Muhe had seen a hairy boy who dared to look at him with that kind of indifferent eyes.

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However, although Jia Mu was very angry, he knew that this kid seemed to have some kind of intimate relationship with Zixuan.

Jia Mu swallowed that anger stiffly, shook his arm angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Go, go back to the martial arts arena!"

"Wait!"

Before he could take a step, a low cheer came again.

Zhou Qing held the long knife in his hand and stepped out, and suddenly, on the silver-white blade, there was a cold cold glow flowing by.

"Give this knife back to you!" Zhou Qing said coldly.

Swish!

The long knife tore through the air and flew out of Zhou Qing's hand.

The next moment, in Jia Mu's dull gaze, a sharp blade slashed past his shoulder, and his entire right arm flew into the air in an instant.

Blood gushed out from the wound on his shoulder.

The sudden scene made everyone stunned.

After a few moments, Jammu snapped back to his senses, and a pig-killing scream erupted from his mouth.

"Ahh......h

On the side, Zi Xuan's expression was slightly stunned, Zhou Qing's sudden move was also beyond her expectations, Zi Xuan didn't expect that Zhou Qing's move would be so domineering and decisive.

Jamu hugged the wound in his shoulder and roared fiercely, "Boy, I'm going to kill you." ”

"That's enough, Jarmu. Zixuan shouted: "You were the first to strike, and you wanted to hurt my friend first." ”

"Although your knife just now did not stab this slave in the body, you almost killed my friend, and if it wasn't for my friend's quick reaction, he would have died a long time ago. ”

"Now, you are even, don't delay any longer, take us to the Blood Arena to meet Wu Tuo. ”

The muscles on Jia Mu's face twitched, and he glanced at Zhou Qing with a resentful gaze, and immediately, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and walked towards the blood arena.

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