The lion head and the tiger head walked out of the Yongdao where Lu Yao was, the tiger head was killed by Lan Jing, and the lion head was killed by the opponent, Lu Yao didn't like these two people originally, and felt that they would die if they died, but Lan Jing told Lu Yao a very strange rule about purgatory, that is, in addition to the passage of the king of Hades, there are four similar Yongdao, and the boxers in these four Yongdao are temporarily assigned to a group, and each victory will accumulate one point, one point will be deducted for one defeat, and three points will be deducted for one death, At the end of the day's duels, the one with the lowest number of points is to nominate two of the still alive fighters for a life-and-death game.

This means that one person must die at the hands of a fighter in his own group in the lowest percentage of the road, which is a rule that has been set from the beginning and no one has the right to change it, and this is what the spendthrift audience likes to see. Lu Yao's Yongdao has already died two people, and six points will be deducted, Lu Yao wins one, Lan Jing wins one, and two players also win one game each, that is to say, Ling Yun, Tarantula and the only two remaining boxers wearing deer heads and bear heads who have not played for the time being have not played, and the points of this Yongdao are still minus two points.

And this minus two points naturally became the lowest of the four Yongdao points. If there is no miracle, this life-and-death situation will definitely unfold here.

"Next, we invite our undefeated God of War Yunfeng to appear!"

That voice sounded again, and Lu Yao found that when the more important or potentially more eye-catching game was about to be staged, that voice would always sound on time.

"Today, we are the opponent of the undefeated God of War Yunfeng, guess who it will be?"

"King Lieren!"

"Swallow the sky!"

"Wind Chaser!"

"Hades!"

“……”

All kinds of names shouted out from the mouths of those rich people, and they almost used their strength to call out the names of the fighters who were most likely to become Ling Yun's opponents in their minds, and some even directly called out the names of the supreme king here, Hades.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong!" There was a hint of playfulness in the voice, and there were three typos in a row.

"Hurry up and announce it, be careful that Lao Tzu is angry and demolishes your platform!" Someone couldn't wait and yelled.

"This friend is really humorous, it has been more than ten years since purgatory appeared, and no one has ever dared to say such a thing, haha, you can be careful!" Although the voice was smiling, but this can be understood as a naked threat, as soon as he said this, the man who was clamoring for the demolition of the stage just now blushed, and the others also laughed symbolically twice, and the voice continued: "Okay, let's get down to business, today's opponent of Yunfeng is our former Supreme King Yelang here, everyone is welcome!" ”

"Yoro?"

"Yoro!"

"Yelang is our former overlord here, the real invincible existence here before the arrival of Hades, I believe that some loyal viewers among you should know him, he once created a hundred consecutive victories in the discipline, there are forty-nine fighters who died in his hands, today let us witness together, whether Yunfeng ended Yelang's record, or Yelang continued to write a myth and increased the number of dead to fifty!" After the voice said this, restless music rang out in the gym.

"Be careful in everything, don't hold on!" Lu Yao also felt the tense atmosphere of the scene, walked over and gently patted Ling Yun's shoulder, and admonished.

Ling Yun glanced at Lu Yao gratefully, but both of them knew that in purgatory, once you stepped into the ring, you could only fight to the death, and it was impossible to retreat, otherwise even if the opponent didn't kill you, the rules here would not let you go.

The huge winch slowly turned, and Ling Yun slowly walked out of the corridor like a high-spirited soldier about to go to battle, through the iron fence, and towards the brightest spot in the spotlight.

At the same time, Lu Yao and Lan Jing both found a place that was relatively unnoticed, closed their eyes, and released their divine sense to pay close attention to the wind and grass on the field.

Yelang was the former Supreme King, and his reappearance made those who had always imprinted him in their minds boil, and the entire gym roared with tsunami-like applause to this former Supreme King.

"Shoot him, shoot him!"

"Kill him and continue to write the myth!"

“……”

Those rich people didn't care about throwing their banknotes into the plastic box at this time, and threw them directly at the mask workers who were collecting money, and for a while the money flew in the spotlight, which was spectacular.

Ling Yun's new victory also encountered the same dilemma as Lu Yao's before, and no one chose to support him, and they all fell to Yelang.

The game on the field started quickly, although Ling Yun debuted much later than Yelang, but after all, he is also famous, and for a while, no one dares to attack easily, it is you punch me and I kick, you kick me and punch each other to test each other, and they don't use any killer moves.

"Do you think he has a chance of winning?" Lu Yao opened his eyes, looked at Lan Jing and asked.

"Death and life!" Lan Jing rarely said seriously.

"How so?" Lu Yao asked.

"Just because he is the son of the second master of the Lu family in Yanjing, his life is worth more than others." Lan Jing looked at Lu Yao and said.

At this point, neither of them discussed anything about Ling Yun anymore, but quietly meditated and cultivated.

The shouting in the gym was not interrupted for a quarter of an hour from the beginning of the match, the tarantula sat there, seeing everything in the ring clearly, Ling Yun and Yelang After testing each other for a few rounds, they had some preliminary understanding of each other's strength in their hearts, so they each strengthened their attacks, and the strange and strange moves gradually increased.

Ling Yun is as light as a swallow, with flexible footwork, constantly using the length and width of the ring to walk around every corner of the ring, as long as Yelang shows the slightest flaw, he can always accurately grasp it. And Yelang was covered in steel and iron bones, and Ling Yun's fists and feet clanked when they hit him, and the threat to him was not particularly great.

"Yelang is still Yelang, Lingyun, you kid is unlucky enough, it's not good to meet anyone, but it's him who you meet." The tarantula felt that Ling Yun did not have the slightest chance of winning, and he had already made a conclusion in his heart, in his opinion, Ling Yun would definitely lose.

"Huh?"

The battle between the two lasted for nearly half an hour, and Ling Yun's speed was always very good, but Yelang's pace slowed down a little, and suddenly the tarantula saw that Yelang had made a fatal mistake in the ring, and he completely exposed his chest position under Ling Yun's attack, which in his opinion might be Ling Yun's only chance to defeat his opponent.

Sure enough, the tarantula thought of it, and Ling Yun also thought of it, he saw the opportunity, attacked decisively, clenched his hands into fists, and his middle finger was bent and slightly protruding, forming an awl-shaped, which was the best way to break the kung fu within the hard qigong, hitting the hole.

"Ahh

The audience was also screaming, no one could figure out how the former Supreme King Yelang could make such a mistake, this was unforgivable, this was a fatal mistake, and they were caught by Ling Yun, they screamed in horror.

"Beautiful!"

But the screams were still echoing over the gym, and a new sound came to mind, a compliment, a boast, a sound of excitement.

"Yun Feng will definitely die!" The tarantula sighed and said.

When the others heard the tarantula say this, they all decided that the final result must be like this, and the death toll in this corridor was about to increase by one more, and even the staff who were responsible for carrying the corpses were slowly walking towards this tunnel crossing.

At this time, in the ring, Ling Yun was extremely embarrassed, with a mouthful of blood bubbling out like a bubbling spring, and occasionally two bubbles appeared, his left hand was bent at an extremely terrifying angle, and half of his face was also collapsed by Yelang. At this time, except for him, perhaps no one thought that he still had any hope of survival, and his opponent Yoro had already taken off his gauntlet at this time and threw it towards the audience, he wanted everyone present to share the joy of his victory.

"Yun'er, stand up, the descendants of our Yanjing Lu family can't fall in this kind of place!" In Ling Yun's mind, the voice of the person he hated the most, that is, his father Lu Pingyun, vaguely appeared.

"Hmph, I've said it countless times, I'm not from the Lu family in Yanjing, my surname is Ling, you go away!" Ling Yun subconsciously expelled Lu Pingyun's voice in his mind.

"Bloodline can't be changed, you are my son, this is an indisputable fact, for me, for your mother's spirit in the sky, you also have to live strongly, stand up, stand up!" Lu Pingyun's voice continued to sound.

"Don't mention my mother, you are not worthy, you are an ungrateful person, my mother will be sick for you, but you have found another woman, are you worthy of her?" Ling Yun shouted hysterically.

"There are some things you don't understand, but one day you will understand my good intentions, son, stand up, go, defeat your opponents, I give you strength!" The moment Lu Pingyun's voice fell, Ling Yun in the ring stood up abruptly under everyone's stunned gaze.

At that moment, he was like a god descending from heaven, and the moment he stood up, some people seemed to see a flash of golden light emanating from his body, which obscured the light of the spotlight and drilled directly into their minds, stabbing their heads a little numb.

"Fight!"

Ling Yun's mouth slowly opened, and a warrior blurted out, and a sound shocked Yelang's spirit, and at that moment he subconsciously had a trace of fear. But Ling Yun didn't give him time to be afraid at all, his left hand hung slightly, and his right hand became a claw, grabbing towards Yelang.

"How is that possible!"

No one can figure out why Ling Yun is suddenly so powerful, under this grab, he actually ripped off a large piece of flesh on Yelang's chest, the blood couldn't stop flowing, and Yelang had lost consciousness.

"Lu Pingyun loves his son enough, and he didn't hesitate to spend his efforts to leave such a mark in his sea of knowledge, amazing, amazing!" Lan Jing had already sensed what was happening in the ring, and looked at Lu Yao and said.

Although Lu Yao didn't answer, he also felt in his heart that his second uncle was really well-intentioned towards Ling Yun.