The rules of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, one battle in ten days, one enemy and one enemy, you can survive another ten days, but Ye Ling broke this rule, and he had to fight seventeen people with the strength of one person and get out of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field.

The seventeen fighting slaves were all strong men from various prisons, and they were all proud, but they were suddenly summoned to let them fight seventeen people together, and this person was only the last number one fighting slave in the seventh prison.

is the young man in front of him, who looks a little elegant, as if he is a scholar, it is him, why is he?

Seventeen people looked at Ye Ling for a moment of silence, and then their eyes froze, and they all showed a killing light.

"It's you, one person, who wants to fight seventeen of us?" A Dou slave with three blood marks on his shoulder looked at Ye Ling and said, Seventeen people, there was anger in their eyes.

Ye Ling looked at him, and then at the other person, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a smile overflowed.

"It's me. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, his eyes were deep, like a pool of water, bottomless, and a group of people looked at him, all of them looked at him.

"Just by you, one person dares to fight seventeen of us, do you know what the consequences of your defeat will be?"

"You will be dismembered, here you will scream and scream, but no one will have mercy on you, you have no chance of winning. ”

"There are always some people who want to break the rules, but you know that most of these people are dead, and you will not be an exception, it is difficult for you to defeat one person, and even more impossible than seventeen people. ”

Seventeen Dou Nu said, the momentum on his body surged, as if he wanted to use the momentum of seventeen people to crush Ye Ling with words, from beginning to end, Ye Ling was indifferent.

"Hehe, isn't it good to live?" Finally, a young man with a hideous face and a cruel look in his eyes walked out.

"Seventeen people, you don't need so much, I'm enough for one person, just by you, you're not qualified to break the rules. ”

He said, his body trembled, and the muscles all over his body trembled, as if the muscles and bones of his whole body were trembling with him, a little weird, and rushed towards Ye Ling in one step.

Shaking his hand, his hand was like a whip, and he pumped towards Ye Ling in a strange posture, Ye Ling looked at this scene lightly, did not move, just stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to grab this hand directly.

"Rampant!"

He snorted, one hand, like a whip, twisted strangely, passed over Ye Ling's hand and pumped towards Ye Ling's head, at this moment, his eyes showed a cruel look, as if he had seen Ye Ling's head burst.

Suddenly, his expression was shocked, and the hand that he had crossed over, at some point, had appeared in front of him, enlarged in his eyes, and the speed was terrifying, just for a moment, covering his vision.

"Bang!"

With a dull voice, with a piece of blood, in front of Ye Ling, the attacking Dou Nu had already flown out.

One punch is not to resist his attack, but to attack directly, ignoring his attack, and not to exchange injury for injury, but to be confident, confident that his punch can hit him first.

Quiet!

There was silence, there seemed to be no other sound except the wailing on the ground, a group of fighting slaves looked at Ye Ling, their expressions trembled, and the next moment, on the high wall, a tsunami-like shout sounded.

"Crazy!" "Crazy!" "Crazy!"

The shouts shook the heavens and the earth, causing the eyes of the group in the arena to tremble, and now, they may have understood why the Abyss Slave Arena would let them have seventeen people to fight him.

This young man, he really has the strength to break the rules, he is much stronger than them.

This punch made them no longer dare to underestimate it, and they all became solemn, this battle is only divided into life and death, if they lose, only death, they have seventeen people, and they must not lose to one person.

"The terrifying fist speed is beyond the limit of a mortal's body, and his physique should be different from ordinary people. ”

Above the arena, an old man said, looking at Ye Ling, his eyes were full of profundity.

"The most terrifying thing is his self-confidence, he believes that his fist speed will definitely be able to land his fist on him before that fighting slave attacks him, this son, his mind is extremely terrifying. ”

Another old man said, looking at Ye Ling with a solemn look on his face, and several other people looked at him and nodded.

"The person who came out of the slave fighting field was naturally much more fierce than ordinary people, and he, even more ordinary fighting slaves, although he seemed to have a gentle and elegant temperament, was actually much more fierce than ordinary fighting slaves. ”

"There seems to be a demonic nature in his body, which appears from time to time, this kind of person, once he enters the Situ Mansion, he will definitely be valued by the big people in the mansion, and after a few decades, he will be a terrifying person. ”

A group of old men were talking, the more they looked at Ye Ling, the higher their evaluation of Ye Ling, and the more they attached importance to it.

"Kill!"

In the arena, the remaining sixteen fighting slaves no longer fought separately, and killed Ye Ling together.

A punch, with the sound of the cold wind, slammed into Ye Ling, Ye Ling turned sideways slightly, and one leg, like a whip, was drawn horizontally towards him, his eyes were fixed, and the same leg was pulled out.

The legs were staggered in the air, with a miserable scream, the fighting slave who was on the opposite leg with Ye Ling flew out upside down, one leg was directly wasted, looking at Ye Ling, his face was shocked, and the next moment, several attacks fell on Ye Ling.

Ye Ling retreated again and again, retreated to the side of the high wall, and slammed into the iron door, making a screeching sound.

"Be careful, don't go toe-to-toe with him, he's physically strong, it's not something we can compare. ”

"Attack him where he is weak, where he is deadly. ”

A group of fighting slaves, and then hugged each other, fist shadows, claw shadows, one attack, Ye Ling stubbornly carried a bunch of attacks, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth, making a group of fighting slaves smile.

"Go on, attack, he's almost overwhelmed, and in a little while he'll be able to kill him. ”

A group of fighting slaves said, the attack was even more violent, to tear Ye Ling apart, Ye Ling was beaten passively, as if he had no power to fight back, so that several old men in mid-air were staring.

"They are all mortal bodies, they have no spiritual power, in the face of seventeen fighting slaves, he is still a little worse, but it is enough, in this way, he can still be valued after entering the Situ Mansion......"

An old man said, before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Ling in the arena, his eyes were shocked, and the words that followed stopped again.

Besieged by a group of fighting slaves, it seemed that he had no power to resist, but at this time, Ye Ling did not have a trace of panic, and there was a smile on his face, a suffocating smile.

At this moment, in Ye Ling's eyes, they saw cold, bloody, and a terrifying thing, an indescribable feeling, as if Ye Ling had become another person at this moment.

It's scary!

(End of chapter)