The frenzy was spreading, and everyone was shouting frantically for the regrouped night owl, waving their arms like crazy, shouting some muffled words in their mouths, and a bloodshot flash in their eyes.

The Night Stalker loosens the player who was forcibly tied to him, and rips off the chains that bind them together. After recovering from the vampire skills, his entire temperament changed, as cold as a sword out of the sheath, and the eyes under the Xuantie armor swept around, full of some kind of killing intent on the verge of losing control.

The bitten player fell to the ground and writhed in pain, but he couldn't do anything with his severe injuries, so he could only stare at the night owl at his side, holding his breath and lying in place cautiously, not daring to make any movements for fear of attracting the night owl's attention.

He was now in remorse, and he should have stayed where he was and used his ranged skills to consume the night stalker to death, if he hadn't planned to torture the night stalker a little bit with a throwing knife, he wouldn't have been smashed by Scalas's shield and forgot to keep his distance. In this way, even if the night owl really had a breath, it would not leave him defenseless.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he silently cursed the night owl in his heart, and began to think about waiting for him to get out of danger and fight back enough to relieve his hatred.

However, the night stalker's gaze quickly turned downward, locked firmly on him.

The smile on the poor friend's face froze instantly, and his mind went blank, unable to think of anything.

The Night Stalker let out a low sneer, then bent down to pick up the broken chain at his feet, wrapped it around his neck without hesitation, and then dragged him directly towards the other player from the Heavenly King Mountain on the opposite side.

Scalas saw from a distance the lively night owl dragging a person towards this direction, although he felt a little surprised, but he did not give up this opportunity, even if he did everything to entangle the player in front of him, so that he could not be distracted to pay attention to the changes behind him.

However, that Heavenly King Mountain player was a veteran of a hundred battles, and when he saw Scaras suddenly burst out and attack himself desperately, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously turned his head to look back. At the moment when he turned his head, the night owl rushing behind him suddenly threw out the poor man who was dragging behind him, and smashed it towards the player of Tianwang Mountain in a daze.

In this kind of high-intensity battle, the master who has been stimulated to all his potential will often give up part of the time to think, and leave this momentary situation to his own experience and conditioned reflexes to deal with. Therefore, the Heavenly King Mountain player did not hesitate, and almost before he could see what was flying clearly, the Glaive Knife in his hand slashed on the ground, and then he slashed it with his backhand, making a swift slash in front of him.

The blood was sprinkled on the head and face, and the black shadow that flew over was also directly split in half by the players of Tianwang Mountain, and the whole scene of flesh and blood was extremely tragic, and after the cut, the players of Tianwang Mountain were also a little blindfolded.

The surrounding audience suddenly fell into a dead silence, and a retching sound or two could be faintly heard. However, it was not long before the more frenzied cheers erupted, and the entire Colosseum set off an unprecedented wave of excitement, and those spectators on the viewing platform rushed to the front like crazy, grabbed the barbed wire on the railing with both hands, and shook the barbed wire on the railing while screaming, looking like a group of zombies who had seen a living person.

Mo Qianying was pushed aside by the frantic crowd, and looked at the group of madmen with some helplessness. He found that since entering the barbarian territory, the setting of the whole game has become more and more weird, and the performance of this group of NPCs in front of him is even more perverted than the group of barbarian cavalry slaughtering the village that he saw in the village.

Thinking of this, Mo Qianying turned his head to look at the dueling arena below, the player who had been cut in half was not completely dead, but his eyes widened and let out a painful roar, and then he rolled and crawled to the side, grabbed his companion who had hacked him to death, and stared at him with a very unwilling expression, like a soul seeking his life.

This strange scene made Mo Qianying feel that something was wrong, after all, even if the barbarian territory had lifted the system restrictions on bloody content, there was no need to come up with so many tricks after the player died. The scene looks almost as if the player was actually beheaded, showing all the pain he suffered before he died.

A very disgusting feeling flooded in Mo Qianying's heart, causing him to retch a few times again. Now it's not a question of shame or not at all, but the whole world has gone completely crazy, giving him the illusion of being completely isolated.

He suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the body of Diszon who had abused him to death in the illusion not long ago, at least that monster could make you know exactly what kind of world you were in. The scene between the formal and the unreal in front of you will only make people think carefully and fearfully after continuous contact and judgment.

Of course, as one of the only two players in the audience, the Tianwang Mountain player below who personally slashed his companion was even more reactive than Mo Qianying, the moment his foot was caught, his whole body trembled, and then the whole person shook irregularly, looking overwhelmed and ready to the end.

He obviously didn't expect that he would directly cut such a bloody and brutal scene with such a knife, and he would not be able to break free from this state of mind for a while. It wasn't until the chain in the night owl's hand was thrown in his face that he woke him up, and immediately stabbed the half of the corpse at his feet, and slapped the knife in the face of the night owl.

At this point, everyone on the field was like a madman who had given up on treatment, and all morals and ethics had been left behind, leaving only the thought of how to survive this duel.

Seeing the bloody corpse that was picked on the tip of the knife attacking him, the night owl had no intention of dodging at all, and rushed towards the Tianwang Mountain player with his head over, the chain in his hand shook violently, and the volley changed direction and wrapped around the corpse's arm, and then the night owl violently exerted his strength and dragged half of the corpse directly from the tip of the knife.

Because the night owl changed his move too quickly, the glaive knife in the hand of the player of Tianwang Mountain suddenly lost its balance and turned upwards. A cold light flashed in the night owl's eyes, and he released the chain in his hand, then pulled out the dagger from his waist, let go of the glaive knife with a side step, and dodged into the defensive corner on the right side of the player in Tianwang Mountain.

The Darkiron Visor opened again, and the night owl's cold gaze matched the iron teeth on the visor, like a grinning ghost.