The bustling crowd slowly filled the stands, laughing and appreciating, all looking down on the yellow sand from the angle of their eyes, high above.

A bewitching man walked past Lan Wujiang, his clothes were full of flowers, his arms were as white as jade, and the smell of fat powder was scattered around his neck, which led people to reverie, he exhaled like an orchid, and his smile was charming.

"The Seven Days of Tournament, Game 7, starts now-"

"If you have dissenters, come and challenge!"

The magnetic voice was full of aura, and every word reached everyone's ears with the right volume.

Lan Wujiang squinted, caught a glimpse of the seven big men on the opposite side of the Colosseum, the slender fingers holding the hilt of the sword tightened, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to fight!"

The bewitching man smiled back, his narrow eyebrows raised lightly, "It's been a long time since I've seen a warrior who can fight seven battles......"

Everyone's eyes converged on Lan Wujiang, their eyes surprised.

The woman in red in the center of the stands hooked her lips, her beautiful eyes stared at Lan Wujiang slightly, and her beautiful face was dyed with three points of heroism, "Interesting." ”

The voluptuous man turned and exited the sand, and the first iron barred door opened, and everyone held their breath.

I saw a turquoise reptile about one and a half meters tall slowly stepping out, its shape was like a red leopard, with five tails behind it, and a corner of its forehead stood on its nose, its sound was like hitting a stone, extremely vicious, the current was surging around the body, and the aperture exploded with sparks.

It kicked the ground with its hind paws, its fangs bared, and it suddenly pounced on Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang Dantian's evil qi surged, and he rushed through a stream of air, shaking the fierce beast back.

The beast's tail flicked up violently, and the thunder and lightning struck Lan Wujiang directly.

Lan Wujiang held a sword flower in one hand, and the evil qi merged into a huge current.

Some spectators mistakenly thought that Lan Wujiang was the wind spirit root, so they stood up from their seats, looked at Lan Wujiang excitedly, and shouted, "Young man is so heroic!"

Lan Wujiang's whole person flipped in the air, stepped on the thunder, and the afterimage passed by for a short time, and the fierce beast was blinded by the sand.

One of them turned in circles and roared at Lan Wujiang, Lan Wujiang's sword light was fierce, stabbing it in the face, but the fierce beast bit Lan Wujiang's sword in the air fiercely, throwing Lan Wujiang up.

Lan Wujiang sword did not leave his hand, and his legs kicked the corners of its head fiercely, entangled with it in mid-air.

The people around him thought that Lan Wujiang would be defeated.

"This fierce beast is infinitely powerful, if this young man doesn't let go, he will definitely be crushed to death by this fierce beast!" An old man touched his beard and looked at Lan Wujiang with regret in his eyes.

Lan Wujiang held his breath steady and smiled coldly.

Than strength? Physical cultivation is definitely not vain.

With the bite of the hilt of the sword and the fangs of the beast, she stomped her legs down, and a large hole was cut in the yellow sand, and the blade of the beast's teeth advanced by an inch, and the mouth full of blood made it crazy.

It loosens its teeth, its mouth opens, and the sound of its vocal cords makes the ground tremble.

Lan Wujiang's robe flew up, the blood of the iron mask on her face flowed, and she rushed her sword into the throat of the fierce beast like a rainbow light, cutting the skin and flesh inside fiercely.

The beast rolled, but Lan Wujiang broke its teeth alive.

The green tendons on the back of her hand burst out, the muscles were like arrows on the string, her eyes were fierce, she stepped on the beast's jaw, pressed the ground and exploded thunder, and in the fishy wind, the beast was chopped through the jaw alive.

Blood sprayed Lan Wujiang's body.

She gasped for breath as she saw the beast lying at her feet, and the spectators let out a frantic cheer.

"Win! Win!"

The people around him began to bet on Lan Wujiang.

The blood is rolling in their bodies, and the numb life can only make them excited by the fighting spirit!