"Someone!"

Shangguan Hong roared.

Boom!

The door of the luxury box was opened directly, and the old dove rushed in disheveled.

"Young Master?"

Feeling the cold killing intent on Shangguan Hong's body, the old man's body trembled slightly, with his understanding of Shangguan Hong, this young man, with amazing strength and ruthless wrists, was really angry.

Following Shangguan Hong's eyes, Old Dove's gaze locked on a purple-clothed young man next to the Blood Arena Gambling House below.

In the next moment, he recognized this person as the arrogant young man who was at the gate of the Blood Arena and did not give Shangguan Hong face at all.

Moreover, the figure wrapped in a wide coat beside him, according to Shangguan Hong, was a woman dressed as a man.

"Elder Dove, you will come forward in person and invite him here. ”

Shangguan Hong's eyes shone with a cold light, and he said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the old man turned and left.

At this time, inside the blood fighting platform, the white-clothed young man was covered in blood, and even, many rolled flesh and blood were gray, and the wounds were extremely difficult to heal.

And the withered old man on the opposite side is also extremely miserable.

The entire skull was directly cut off, and it was extremely hideous.

"You can die!"

The white-clothed swordsman gasped slightly, and his face was full of murderous intent.

Because, even if he broke through to the Seventh Rank of Wuhou, he could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body was being swallowed by countless cold gray gases.

Then, the body became more and more cold.

He knew that he had to kill this withered old man as soon as possible, otherwise, the outcome would be very unfavorable to him!

"Quack, stinky boy, do you feel that your body is getting colder and colder, if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, maybe, I will give you a good time!"

The withered old man smirked, and with the skull that had been cut off, it was extremely penetrating.

Wow!

The onlookers heard the words of joy and sorrow.

Because, they bet on both.

One by one, while holding their breath, their eyes were fixed on the battle situation below.

"Kill him. ”

"Boy, slash him with a sword!"

.......

Those who bet on the white-clothed swordsman had red eyes and shouted.

You must know that the odds of the white swordsman are 1 to 5, as long as the white swordsman wins this battle, then they will make a lot of money!

Whining~~

The withered old man roared, and his body, which was already withered like firewood, became even more shriveled.

In the air, the sound of whistling was lingering, and the gray air was circulating, and it was a rich dead air.

According to legend, the practice of this withered old man needs to be accompanied by the dead, and even live in the cemetery all year round.

Boom!

A loud sword roar resounded throughout the audience.

In the wilt of death, like a bright star, pierced through the mist, and a sword pierced through the center of the withered old man's eyebrows.

The sharp blade pierced through the back of the withered old man's head!

"No... You ......"

When he was dying, the old man didn't know how the white-clothed swordsman could burst out with such terrifying speed, and his eyes were full of incredulity and regret.

"The white-clothed swordsman wins!"

Although extremely reluctant, the deacon Xuanyi still spoke loudly.

Wow!

The scene suddenly boiled.

"Waste old man!"

"What a fucking loss of blood today!"

"Well done, boy in white!"

......

Cheers and angry scolds mingled.

"Do you want to keep up the challenge?"

Deacon Xuanyi was expressionless and said indifferently.

"No!"

After speaking, the white-clothed swordsman finished receiving the spirit stone he had won, dragged his tired body, and walked out of the range of the blood arena.

It's just that the face is extremely pale, and even, without exaggeration, if the dead qi in this person's body is not clear, it will inevitably damage the foundation and be extremely troublesome.

Shout!

Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind sounded.

"Huh?"

The white-clothed swordsman stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and there was a muffled sound, and a small jade bottle appeared in his hand, and inside, a round and crystal elixir spun drippingly.

"Take it, and the death will be solved!"

A clear voice rang out.

As soon as the white-clothed swordsman looked up, he saw a tall purple-clothed young man standing proudly in the distance, nodding slightly at him.

This person is Mu Feng.

"Seventh Senior Brother, you seem to admire him very much. ”

Xiao Yu'er's voice rang out.

Mu Feng nodded slightly at the white-clothed swordsman in the distance, and he gladly accepted the gratitude expressed by the other party.

That pill is ranked fourth.

If it appeared in the outside world, it would definitely be a treasure that was coaxed by countless martial artists, but as a fourth-grade alchemist, in Mu Feng's eyes, it was nothing at all.

The reason why he helped this young man in white was because he saw his own shadow in his body.

Hearing Xiao Yu'er's words, Mu Feng smiled slightly.

"Hmph, there's trouble. ”

Suddenly, Mu Feng's face turned cold and he looked somewhere.

Xiao Yu'er was slightly puzzled, but soon saw an old man with a gloomy face, with a group of people, wanting them to come quickly.

The old man, Xiao Yu'er naturally knows, is the old man who followed behind Shangguan Hong not long ago.

The comer is not good!

However, Xiao Yu'er admired herself more and more as a seventh junior brother.

Because, this seventh junior brother was able to discover this group of people so much in advance, and such a keen insight is probably enough to be comparable to the second senior brother.

However, how old Mu Feng is.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

At this point, Xiao Yu'er sighed in her heart!

"Thank you, little brother. ”

"Tut, I found out, the little brother's eyes are vicious. ”

Some of the people who followed Mu Feng's bet expressed their gratitude to Mu Feng when they came to receive the spirit stone.

"Old Dove, that's the celebrity next to Young Master Shangguan Hong. ”

"How did he come. ”

At this time, some people also found the old dove who came violently.

"Good old dove. ”

"Brother Dove!"

Some people who knew the old man greeted him one after another.

However, the old man's cold face made this group of people smell a bad breath.

"Boy, come with me, our young master is invited!"

Elder Gu came to Mu Feng and said indifferently, with a hint of superiority and command in his voice.

"Young Master?"

Hearing this, Mu Feng sneered and said, "That's for you, in my eyes, he is nothing." Please come over and let him come by himself!"

Wow!

Mu Feng's words made the people around him suffocate.

You must know that the young master in the mouth of the old man is the master of the entire Blood Killing Domain, the only son of Shangguan Wudao, Shangguan Hong.

In the Blood Killing Domain, whoever saw it shouted disrespectfully, 'Hello young master!'

However, the purple-clothed young man with a mysterious origin in front of him didn't give face at all.

Is it arrogant, or is it really confident?!

"Boy, don't sit in a sedan chair, not lift. ”

When the old man heard this, his voice was cold.

"Get out!"

In the next moment, Mu Feng's direct cold voice.

He vaguely guessed that he was afraid that he had inadvertently destroyed Shangguan Hong's wishful thinking, and I was afraid that this person would jump off the wall in a hurry.

However, Mu Feng has no fear, since he dares to do it, he Mu Feng doesn't know how to write the word 'regret'!

Moreover, Mu Feng was also very interested in this rich bloody arena.

(End of chapter)