Under the leadership of Wu Tuo, Zhou Qing and the others came to the dueling platform of the Blood Arena.

It was a very large stone platform, and around the stone platform, there were rows of rising seats.

At this moment, the countless seats around the dueling table were already full of people.

Those men looked at the dueling arena with red eyes and excitement, shouting loudly.

On the dueling platform, two slaves whose hands and feet were bound by iron chains were fighting desperately there, and both of them had the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm.

After the martial artist advanced to the Purple Mansion Realm Nine Fold, the Nine Purple Mansions were opened, and the spiritual power in his body was almost endless.

Therefore, the martial artists of this realm are extremely terrifying when they display their martial arts.

However, the two people on the martial arts platform, they didn't show any martial arts at all, the two were like beasts, entangled together, turning their fists, elbows and knees into the most ferocious attacks.

One of them, a slightly taller man, punched his opponent in the chest.

Then, the man did not give up, and his body pounced like a beast, pressing against his opponent's body, and his fist kept bombarding his opponent's head.

Bang!

The man's opponent's brains exploded, and countless flesh and blood exploded.

"Good, good kill......"

Countless spectators in the spectator seat resounded with earth-shattering cheers.

Some of them turned red and yelled excitedly, it was clear that they had invested heavily in this person, and if this person won, these people would have a lot to gain.

Others, on the other hand, have a look of anger on their faces because they bet on the wrong person and will get nothing.

Wu Tuo looked at the dueling platform and said slowly: "You see, this is the dueling table of our blood arena, on the dueling platform, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death." ”

"If you want to save Slave Thirteen, then step on the dueling table, and as long as you fight for Slave Thirteen and win, then you can take him away. ”

"No!" Zi Xuan immediately whispered.

"Zhou Qing, you can't go to the dueling platform, this thirteenth slave, his cultivation is heavy in the Linggang Realm, then it means that his opponent is a strong man in the Linggang Realm, with your strength, stepping on the dueling platform, there will be death or life. ”

Zi Xuan is very clear about the rules of the dueling table.

All the two people who were arranged by the Blood Arena to the dueling table were mostly equal in strength.

Only in this way can the life-and-death battle between the two be more interesting.

Of course, the heaviest

The important point is that when two people of the same strength duel, it is difficult for the audience to judge who is strong and who is weak, and naturally it is difficult for them to have a goal when they are x-ia'zhu.

In this way, if the Blood Arena manipulates the duel in secret, then the Blood Arena will definitely be able to make a lot of money.

Wu Tuo looked at Zhou Qing with a smile and said, "This is your only chance to take away the thirteenth slave, do you have to think clearly?"

On the side, slave number thirteen, his breathing stagnated.

He stared at Zhou Qing deadly, waiting for Zhou Qing's decision.

He knew that once he returned to the Blood Arena again, he would inevitably die or live, because he killed Wu Ling, and Wu Tuo would never allow him to live.

However, with Zhou Qing's strength, if he faced a strong person in the Linggang Realm, what was the difference between him and looking for death?

Slave Thirteen struggled inwardly.

He hoped that Zhou Qing could save him, but he didn't want Zhou Qing to die.

The corners of Zhou Qing's lips raised slightly, revealing an indifferent smile, and said, "I agreed to this request, arrange an opponent for me!"

"Okay, the boy has courage, I promise you, if you really lose, I will also keep you a whole corpse. Wu Tuo smiled.

A few minutes later, the dueling arena was swept away with bloodstains.

Whoa......

At this moment, a dull sound of gold and iron grinding slowly came.

In the dueling platform, in the passage on one side, a tall figure walked slowly.

It was a man tall enough to be two meters away, and that person was like an iron tower, giving people an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

"The blood slaughterer is injured, why did he come on stage?"

"This guy, every time he makes a move, he will inevitably tear his opponent apart, and I don't know who will suffer!"

In the spectator seat, everyone looked at the figure that appeared, and there was a shocking uproar.

Obviously, Du Shen has a very high reputation in the blood arena.

"Wu Tuo, are you sincere in trying to kill my friend?" Zi Xuan suddenly shouted angrily.

Although on weekdays, Zixuan rarely comes to the Blood Arena, she has also heard of the name of the Blood Slaughterer Du Injury.

In the past, Du Chuan was the leader of a group of extremely famous bandits in the Dongchuan Dynasty.

Later, in some way, the Blood Arena arrested Du Shen and imprisoned him in the Blood Arena, becoming a tool for the Blood Arena to make money.

According to the news that Zixuan learned, Du Xuan had won one hundred and six matches in the blood arena.

This person's strength is in the same level of martial arts

Among them, they are almost invincible.

And, most importantly, the reason why Du Shen has the name of the Blood Butcher is because his hands were cut off many years ago.

Later, Du Shen didn't know how to use it, he actually cut off a pair of claws of demon beasts and put them on his arms.

After Du Shen obtained the claws of the demon beast, his strength increased instead of decreasing.

Even, those claws fit perfectly with himself, in the process of fighting, once Du Shen stimulates the power of his hands, his palms will show a crimson color, which is extremely terrifying.

Wu Tuo smiled and said, "Miss Zixuan, I am the opponent arranged for this kid according to the rules of the Blood Arena, how can I say that I am playing him?"

"Whether or not to fight Du Shen is up to him. ”

At this time, he can naturally regret it, but he can't take the thirteenth slave away. ”

Zhou Qing said lightly: "Since I said that I would take away the thirteenth slave, I naturally will not regret it, I hope that after I kill Du Shu, the owner of the Wu field will not regret it?"

Wu Tuo nodded and chuckled: "As long as you can survive, I will naturally not regret it." ”

In Wu Tuo's eyes, Zhou Qing is already a dead man.

Zhou Qing gave Zi Xuan and Liu Xian'er a confident look, and he appeared on the dueling table with a flicker.

"Where is the stinky boy, this dueling table is not the place for you to stay, get out of here!"

"Stinky boy, get out!"

"Get out of the ......"

In the spectator seat, everyone saw Zhou Qing suddenly appear, and the continuous scolding and ridicule resounded.

At this moment, Jammu stepped onto the dueling ring.

He glanced around and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, this battle is arranged by our field master, next, I hope everyone can watch patiently and not disturb the order of the blood arena." ”

Jammu calmed everyone down, and he walked towards Du Shen.

"Du Injury, the owner of the field confessed, as long as you can kill this kid in the most brutal way, then every month in the future, you only need to participate in one duel. ”

Jia Mu whispered a few words in Du Shu's ear, and then walked away quickly.

Roar!

A beast-like roar suddenly erupted from Du's wound, and he looked at Zhou Qing with a pair of scarlet eyes, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Boy, I'm going to tear you alive!"

Du Shen roared hideously, and his tall body, like moving mountains, rushed towards Zhou Qing.

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