"Do you want to place a bet?"

Ye Wushuang turned around, glanced at the noble-looking young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly.

"You're ••••••!"

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, the noble-looking young man gritted his teeth in anger, his wealth had already been lost just now, and there was still money to bet on.

Seeing the appearance of the young man, Han Shan said honestly: "Why can't you bully others, people have no money, we know this!"

When Han Shan spoke, his face was serious.

"Ahem!"

"Didn't I forget?" A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth, and he winked at Han Shan.

"You're ••••••!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the young man's face became even more gloomy and turned purple.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ye Wushuang turned around and winked at the young man.

Seeing the harmless face of Ye Wushuang's beast, the young man pinched the cup in his hand into powder, and the killing intent in the depths of his eyes was crisscrossing.

In the fighting arena, Hua Wuyang smiled, looking at the old man in the crowd who poured turbid wine into his mouth, he was a little angry, today he wants to prove that he is a man.

"Yanagi, Yanagi!"

••••••

In the middle of the fighting arena, bursts of cheers rang out, and a young man in a kimono strolled out, with a smug look on his lips, and on his waist hung a katana, on his head, with a straw hat, and clogs under his feet, unkempt.

For those shouts, Liu Sheng didn't seem to hear them, and his eyes fell on Hua Wuyang's body coldly, like a sharp knife light.

"Wajima Swordsman!"

Ye Wushuang and Han Shan glanced at each other and said unexpectedly.

"It's a surprise to see the Wajima swordsman here!"

The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth were filled with coldness.

Like Ye Wushuang, a hint of killing intent also appeared at the corner of Han Shan's mouth.

Five years ago, Hei Bo took them to pass by an island, on the island, there are countless swordsmen, these swordsmen's swordsmanship is mysterious and sharp, but these swordsmen are extremely cruel, using the lives of the surrounding warriors to practice swordsmanship, for all this, Han Shan and Ye Wushuang remember very clearly.

That time, even the philanthropic Hei Bo was angry and killed all those Wajima swordsmen, and when they saw the Wajima swordsmen today, Ye Wushuang and Han Shan did not have a good impression.

"Wuyang, kill this brute!"

Ye Wushuang transmitted the sound to Hua Wuyang in the fighting arena, and his voice was full of Sen Han's killing intent.

Hua Wuyang, who was in the fighting arena, turned around and glanced at Ye Wushuang and Han Shan, and nodded silently, Hua Wuyang felt Sen Han's killing intent in Ye Wushuang's words, Ye Wushuang and Han Shan are not murderous people, since they gave birth to a killing machine, in Hua Wuyang's opinion, this person should die.

"Host, I'm going to fight to the death!"

Yanagi looked up and said to the woman who was presiding over the fight.

"Deathmatch!"

Hearing the word deathmatch, Ye Wushuang and the aristocratic-looking young man beside Han Shan had a hint of a smile in their eyes, looking at Hua Wuyang as if they were looking at a dead person.

Hearing the word deathmatch, a tsunami-like cheer sounded in the arena in an instant.

"Deathmatch!"

"Iron fighter, Hua Wuyang, are you willing to fight to the death, if you fight to the death, life and death are at your own risk, and the fighting arena does not bear any responsibility. ”

The glamorous woman who presided over the fight asked Hua Wuyang.

"Promise him!"

Ye Wushuang said without hesitation.

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words again, Hua Wuyang's eyes sank, and he felt the murderous intent of Ye Wushuang and Han Shan again.

"I'm willing to fight to the death!"

Hua Wuyang raised his head and said with a serious gaze.

"Poof!"

The old man who was pouring turbid wine into his mouth heard Hua Wuyang's words and squirted out a mouthful of wine.

"Damn it!"

The young man beside the old man instantly glared angrily.

"Ahem!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The old man smiled at the corner of his mouth and said apologetically.

The young man glared at the old man fiercely before turning around and cheering at Liu Sheng in the fighting arena.

"I even know the people of Wajima!"

The corners of the old man's mouth flashed with a strange smile, and the old man's eyes at this time seemed to have thunder brewing.

"Deathmatch!"

"There was a death match today!"

The woman who presided over the fighting, standing on the high platform, cheered excitedly, her eyes were full of excitement, and the atmosphere in the entire fighting arena was instantly ignited.

"Hahaha•••••••"

"Cool, there was another deathmatch today!"

In the audience of the fighting arena, countless warriors looked excited.

Those who hesitated and did not bet started to bet frantically at this time, and usually, the fighting arena will do some means to make them lose money, but deathmatch is different, who will play with their own lives.

"Wuyang, Wajima swordsman, there is a knife in the knife, be careful!"

Ye Wushuang's voice sounded in Hua Wuyang's mind, explaining to Hua Wuyang the methods of the Wadao swordsman, and Ye Wushuang told Hua Wuyang everything he knew.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the deathmatch finally began.

"Hehehe••••••"

"If my brother dies and the spirit crystals are lost, do you want to strip off your clothes and get out of the fighting ring?"

The aristocratic-looking young man had a chill at the corner of his mouth.

However, this time, Ye Wushuang did not speak, but glanced at the other party with a cold gaze, which frightened the young man's face pale.

In the middle of the fighting arena, the death match begins.

The Wajima swordsman, with his hands stretched out from the collar and his upper body naked, pulled out the knife at his waist, and put his double knives in his hands, reflecting the sword of Mori Han.

Seeing the Japanese swordsman, Hua Wuyang's face became cold, and his expression was extremely serious.

Hua Wuyang's hands danced, and in the entire fighting arena, countless Tongtian Teng grew out of the fighting arena, and these Tongtian Teng, after upgrading from Hua Wuyang's martial spirit to the ground level, turned dark green and became more tenacious.

These Tongtianteng, in between breaths, covered almost the entire fighting arena.

"What is this?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the fighting arena looked at Hua Wuyang in the arena with a shocked expression.

"Plant Control System!"

The old man poured a mouthful of turbid wine into his mouth, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The botanical department, I dare to fight to the death with the sword qi, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Those warriors who woke up from their shock had a look of disdain on the corners of their mouths, looking at Hua Wuyang as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Metal warfare plants, interesting!"

At this moment, in the center of the eyebrows of the swordsman on Nawa Island, a golden mantis mark appeared, and the mantis waved its forelimbs, making a sonorous metal sound.

In the eyes of the Wajima swordsman, in addition to disdain, there was also a trace of coldness.

"I hope that this battle will let this guy Wuyang's heaven and earth net step out of the realm!"

Han Shan looked at Hua Wuyang and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The fire of Wuyang has already arrived, and the difference is the battle of life and death. ”

The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth flashed with a smile.