Yi Yun sneered, listening to the noisy sounds around him, clenching the dagger with both hands, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The wound on the man's body named Guan Yi had been healed in this short period of time, but only the wound on his left shoulder that was in the center of the black tiger's eyebrows was bleeding. He struggled to sit up holding his wound, looking at Yi Yun's figure, his eyes were a little complicated, but in the end he got up without saying a word, turned around and staggered out of the ring.

The hunchbacked old man with an evil face under the ring kicked Guan Yi who walked off the stage so hard that he fell to the ground.

From Yi Yun's point of view, he could just see Guan Yi's eyes that were implicitly angry but helpless. Remembering that he had inexplicably admitted his exposure of his weaknesses before, Yi Yun frowned imperceptibly. In the face of the unknown world, she became more and more cautious.

The hunchbacked old man vigorously attacked Guan Yi several times, and from time to time he looked at Yi Yun's weird smile on the stage, which made Yi Yun feel as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, which was very uncomfortable.

"Pap, pap, pap—" A few clappings rang out slowly but clearly in everyone's ears.

The hunchbacked old man's face changed, and he looked up at the source of the voice with a resentful look in his eyes. The middle-aged man who was standing behind the hunchbacked old man with a smile on his face and watched Guan Yi being beaten but did not dare to fight back, his face changed, and he hurriedly knelt at the hunchbacked old man's feet, his face was already pale, his eyes were flustered, and his body was shaking uncontrollably because of fear.

"I, I, I've already sent someone to stop a few adults...... I don't know...... The middle-aged man stammered to defend himself, and the next second he had a pain in his chest, and his body had already flown out and slammed into the ring, and Yi Yun could even feel the tremor of the ring under his feet.

"Rubbish!" the hunchbacked old man glared fiercely at the middle-aged man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and was about to leave, but was stopped by something falling from the sky.

When I looked closely, it was a few demon herons with their necks twisted together, their gray feathers infected with blood, and their long beaks spread miserably, as if they were in great pain before they died.

The splatters of blood burst on the hunchbacked old man's body, and the white hair that hung down on his chest was also stained with a little blood, and the fine feathers were sprinkled and fell on him.

Guan Yi behind him got up and reached out to straighten out the middle-aged man who was coughing up blood, his chest had sunk, his broken ribs had pierced through his back, his heart and lungs had been pierced, and black qi was constantly overflowing from the wound.

The middle-aged man's consciousness had begun to blur, and seeing such a serious injury, Guan Yi didn't dare to move him at will. He and this person were also demonic cultivators who had turned to the middle of the spiritual path, and from the moment he chose this path, he knew that his life was in the demon realm, where killing was the mainstream, and the slightest was not as good as a speck of dust. In the dark abyss, countless demon cultivators die every day, and he carefully protects his life, but he still has to be coerced by the old devil to fight against a newborn innate demon.

even used some unpopular means to make this congenital demon admit her love, but I don't know if this favor will bring her a blessing or a curse after she grows up......

He lowered his head, took out a healing pill that he had treasured for many years from the storage space that was only the size of his fist, broke open the middle-aged man's mouth and sent it in.

It wasn't that he didn't feel distressed, and he also knew in his heart that this pill couldn't save his life at all. It's just that......

He looked at the black gas wrapped around his hands and laughed at himself.

It's just worthy of my heart......

Yi Yun looked at the man who was depressed on the stage, and her eyes flashed with appreciation. It's good to have a conscience.

Two teams of men and horses floated in the dim sky, and a few strange birds pulled two delicate cars, one red and one white, surrounded by graceful girls, and behind them, guards dressed in black with serious expressions.

Gently dancing curtains obscured the figures in the two frames, and the applause came from the crimson frames.

Stopping above the tower of the ring, the girl gently pulled up the curtain, revealing the person in the frame.

The man in the crimson frame was a young man with a wine jar glass on a small table beside him. The long inky hair is tied up at will, the forehead is marked with flames, the sword eyebrows are horizontally sideburns, the peach blossom eyes are smiling, the nose bridge is high, and the face is angular and angular. He was lying on his side, his crimson shirt showing half of his chest, and his smiling eyes were scanning the demons under the frame, and finally locked his gaze on Yi Yun in the ring, the corners of his mouth hooked.

The young man in the white frame sat upright, his long black hair was neatly tied together, his face was as warm as jade, and he wore a blue and white robe on his body, which matched the frame of white jade, but the smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel a little alienated.

Since the arrival of these two frames, the originally noisy stands have fallen silent in an instant. The screaming demons were silenced and sat down in their seats one by one, and although they were afraid of their fate, they all had a provocative smile on their faces, and no one dared to sneak away.

In addition to the demon cultivators present, they were the Heavenly Demons who were thrown into the Demon Abyss by the Demon Realm, and most of them were devastated in the outside world, and after being thrown into the Demon Abyss, they suffered a lot because of their humble bloodline. For the pure-blooded innate demons born in the demon abyss, they have a fear from the bloodline, and they also have the desire to scratch the face of the innate demon.

The consequences are serious, in the dark abyss of demons, the demons whose lives are tied to their belts dare to do anything for comfort.

It's just a congenital demon who has just been born and has no cultivation, and if he gathers a crowd, he will be injured, even if it is a blow from the innate demon after he grows up, it is worth it.

In the demon abyss, no one knows how to write the word "death". Those who cared about life and death had already died for 800 years.

The demons looked at the situation in front of them and their eyes flashed with excitement: Come on, come on, so many people have watched the innate demons being forced to fight to the death, this group of innate demons must be very unhappy! Even if it's just a little, their goal of wanting to be disgusting and disgusting has been achieved.

"Old devil, it's been a long time. The man in red scoffed.

Resentment flashed in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man, and Sen Sen smiled: "Venerable Chiyan, we don't have to be like those insects in the fairy world...... It's so hypocritical!"

"You really don't need to ......," Chi Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and raised his finger to signal to the red-clothed girl standing next to him, and the girl understood, and raised her hand to shoot a black fireball towards the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth, watching the fireball coming straight towards him but unable to move, a silk thread on his body that was difficult to observe with the naked eye wrapped him in place, and the cold air from the silk thread reached the bone marrow, and even his breath was frozen. He struggled to roll his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the jade glass in the white jade frame had withdrawn his hand.

"Ahh

Yuli's fingers tingled slightly, and his gentle gaze met Chi Yan's wicked smile. He withdrew the ice silk and looked at the ice silk that had been twisted for a short time, and his eyes seemed helpless. He hid his fingers in his sleeves and looked at Yi Yun, not knowing what he was thinking.

The hunchbacked old man, who had lost the anchorage of the ice silk, rolled on the ground in pain. The demons in the stands were silent, and they felt that their situation was also not good. It is not unheard of in the past, and although the two Venerables will punish them, they will not hurt their souls in such a way. They thought that His Holiness would not deal with them, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Most of the demons in the stands have seen the concoction of the soul lamp, and the pain of the soul during the concoction process is just to feel the scalp tingle, let alone directly burned with the magic flame. At this level, the soul of the old devil will be burned to the point of dissipation in a few moments!