"Die, die, die!"

The cyclops was constantly able to bombard the wall with his fists: "You dare to challenge me, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!" ”

Under the frantic bombardment of the cyclops, the entire Colosseum was trembling violently, and it was almost collapsing.

"The winner is decided."

Many monks in the stands sighed slightly, they were afraid that person was a cultivator of the Half-Golden Immortal Realm, and under such a bombardment, his body would not be able to bear it, and the slave named Yan Moyu had probably been smashed into meat sauce.

"It's a pity."

Some of the monks shook their heads in disgust, they had expected to see a battle between humans and Cyclops, but the result was the same as before. Sure enough, there is still a huge gap between humans and cyclops.

"In this Colosseum, I'm afraid only Ye Xiaokai can defeat the cyclops, right?"

Some of the monks couldn't help but say.

Gao Yue looked at the field nervously, the soul stone was still emitting a faint light, and the soul stone was still there, which proved that Yan Moyu was not dead, as long as he did not die, there was hope, everything in the Gao family was bet on this, they couldn't lose, and they couldn't afford to lose.

"Come on, keep going, Yan Moyu, keep going!"

Gao Yue's heart was shouting.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a cyan sword light pierced through the smoke and dust, piercing the cyclops' eye, and immediately after, a small figure rushed out of the smoke.

It's Yan Mo Yu, that blunt Yan Mo Yu, under the terrifying attack of the cyclops, he actually survived.

Although Yan Moyu was in rags at this time and his body was covered with blood, his performance still shocked the entire Colosseum.

This should have been a mortal situation, with the body of a human half-golden immortal, it was simply impossible to withstand the attack of the cyclops, and at that time, Yan Moyu had obviously lost the ability to dodge.

"Could it be that this kid blocked the Cyclops' attack with his body?"

Someone suddenly screamed.

"How is it possible, the cultivator of the human half-golden immortal realm, his physical body is not very strong, even if he has specially refined his body, it is impossible to do so!"

Immediately the monk retorted.

"Tell me, then, how did this man survive?"

The monk who had been refuted was immediately unhappy and asked rhetorically.

"I-I don't know, maybe it's a miracle!"

The warrior said hesitantly, and in the end it can only be described as a miracle.

"What a fast sword!"

Ye Xiaokai looked at the long sword in Yan Moyu's hand that was condensed with blood god qi, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

In everyone's opinion, Yan Moyu's sword has been almost to the extreme, if the opponent is not a cyclops, with this sword, he has even divided the victory and defeat, but Yan Moyu shook his head dissatisfiedly, it was too slow, this sword was still too slow in his own opinion.

He has seen the real fast sword, and Xiahou Baizhan's sword is extremely fast, and his sword is far from being comparable to Xiahou Baizhan.

"If I can change the swift sword, my sword may be faster."

Yan Moyu guessed.

"Damn human, I want you dead!"

After being injured, the cyclops became more and more angry, and the huge fist once again fell beyond Yan Moyu's head.

"Hundred Split Fist, can you keep exploding fist magic powers?"

Yan Moyu snorted disapprovingly.

Before, it was because he didn't know the characteristics of this Hundred Split Fist that he rashly faced the enemy and suffered a big loss, but did this cyclops still think that he had no way to deal with it?

Hundred Split Fist, as the name suggests, is a fist magic power that can split, the moment it hits the opponent's body, the fist explodes, and the power of each explosion increases by one layer, if it explodes a hundred times, the power will be increased to an extremely amazing level.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yan Moyu was bombarded by the cyclops with his fists before, but in fact, the power that Yan Moyu had to endure was far more than that.

"Death Seal."

Yan Moyu's eyes flashed with coldness, and the power of the death seal in the Heavenly Life and Death Seal had already merged with the long sword in his hand.

"Huh!"

Yan Moyu's body changed, turning into a bolt of lightning that slashed across the cyclops' body.

When the thunder fell, the long sword in Yan Moyu's hand also disappeared.

"Poof!"

Cyclops' arms fell to the ground with a bang, dark green blood splattering.

"Roar, roar!"

The cyclops roared madly, pain, a pain that had never been seen before.

"What's the matter, why hasn't this cyclops' arm regenerated?"

The spectators in the stands looked in amazement at the cyclops kneeling on the ground.

The severed wound of the cyclops did not regenerate, you know, the cultivation of the half-golden immortal realm, the vitality in the body is endless, as long as it does not die, the parts it loses can be regenerated, this kind of small injury should not be a problem?

"I won."

Yan Moyu looked at the cyclops and said.

"No, you don't, I can still fight, I can still fight!"

The cyclops looked at Yan Moyu and roared.

"Hey, I've won, and I'm not going to end this fight!"

Yan Moyu ignored the cyclops' roar and turned to the monk in the stands and said loudly.

"The winner lives, the loser dies, he hasn't died yet, so this competition is naturally not over."

The Colosseum monk snorted coldly.

Yan Moyu frowned, he didn't want to kill the cyclops, he had no enmity with the cyclops, not only that, but also some sympathy, after all, he and the cyclops were just sad slaves.

"I am the master of Yan Moyu, and I have the right to ask you to give me the cyclops!"

Seeing that Yan Moyu didn't want to kill the cyclops, Gao Yue's heart moved, and he took Yan Moyu's soul stone and negotiated with the monk in the Colosseum.

The rules of the Colosseum are not to be trampled on, but if the slave's owner asks to accept the cyclops, as a loser, the life of the cyclops has already fallen into the hands of Takatorsuki.

When the Li family's face turned pale and handed the cyclops' soul stone into Gao Yue's hands, Gao Yue's face was full of smiles.

Why didn't she think that killing a cyclops was far from getting a cyclops!

This rule is almost forgotten in the Colosseum, but this Yan Moyu will know, which is somewhat unexpected to her.

"You deliberately didn't kill this cyclops, you just want to subdue this cyclops for the Gao family, am I right!"

Gao Yue said happily to Yan Moyu.

Yan Moyu couldn't help but roll his eyes, where did he think so much, as for the rules of the Colosseum, the ghost only knew!

The Cyclops was brought out, but his broken hands were still not restored.

The power of the birth mark on Yan Mo Yu's hand flickered, and he casually erased the power of the death mark on the cyclops' wound, and immediately after, the cyclops' hands were restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cyclops looked at Yan Moyu with some horror, who is this human martial artist, with such a power, it is enough to become a genius among those human sect families, how can he become a slave of a small family like the Gao family?

Ye Tianlong snorted coldly, looked at the field intently, and said, "You should know how to do it, right?" ”

"Don't worry, master, I will abolish this rule soon!"

An old man beside Ye Tianlong said.

"This is the best, the rules of the Colosseum, the winner and the loser die cannot be broken, the rules set by my old man are outdated, and now this is my Colosseum!"

Ye Tianlong snorted.

When the last opponent fell under Yan Moyu's sword, Yan Moyu also won his first ten-game winning streak in the Colosseum, and at the same time qualified for the next round of the competition for the Gao family.

With Yan Moyu's strength, except for the cyclops who gave him some pressure, the rest of the monks almost didn't pose any threat to him, even if those monks attacked him like a desperate person, it didn't have any effect.

Under Ye Tianlong's interference, that rule was abolished, and now there is only one rule pursued by the Colosseum, that is, the winner lives and the loser dies!

The loser, even if the winner does not kill, the people of the Colosseum will end his life.

Under this kind of changed rules, even if Yan Moyu wants to let them go, they can't do it, and those losers will attack Yan Moyu for their own lives, even if they know that they are invincible, because they know very well that once they admit defeat, there is only a dead end waiting for them!

"Yan Moyu, you are so powerful, how did you become a slave of the Xiahou family?"

The cyclops who shrunk his body looked at Yan Moyu curiously and asked.

In his opinion, Yan Moyu's cultivation can definitely squeeze into the flow of geniuses, and he is the object of competition among the major sect families, and Yan Moyu is also excellent in martial arts, there must be a big force behind him, how could the Xiahou family arrest him as a slave?

Yan Moyu glanced at the miniature version of the cyclops, although he had already shrunk his body, the cyclops was still more than a foot taller, a lot taller than him.

But after really coming into contact with this cyclops, Yan Moyu found that this cyclops was not very old, based on the age of the cyclops, this guy was at best an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

"Aren't you the royal family of the Cyclops, haven't you also been captured and enslaved!"

Yan Moyu pursed his lips angrily.

"Hmph, if it weren't for those despicable humans who bullied me more, they would have caught me?"

The cyclops snorted disdainfully.

For Yan Moyu, who returned victoriously, the Gao family was generous and prepared a lot of meat to treat him!

As for the appearance of the cyclops, it was a surprise for the Gao family, or a fright!

Yan Moyu finally saw the amazing amount of food of the cyclops, not boasting, Yan Moyu already thinks that he is a super big rice bucket, but compared to this cyclops, it is simply an insult to the word rice bucket, even if Xiao Jiao is here, I am afraid that he will admire the cyclops so much!