Ah Hui grabbed the railing in the stands with both hands, his eyes blurred, and shouted towards the field: "Tang Ji! Don Ji! As soon as he shouted twice, he was hit his body, and Ah Hui endured the pain and wanted to call Tang Ji's name.

His hair was grabbed and then slammed against the railing of the stands. With the sound of "dang", Ah Hui was bleeding profusely, but he was still clutching the railing of the stands. Trying to stand up, he continued to shout for Tang Ji.

With another heavy blow, Ah Hui's body bent and he couldn't stand up again. Ah Hui was stripped off and left the railing, and there were two bloody handprints on the railing. Ah Hui used all his strength to shout Tang Ji's name, but the voice was so small that only he could hear it.

The man who dragged him dragged Ah Hui to a corner, and with an evil smile on his face, he leaned down and kept punching Ah Hui. Ah Hui's blood splashed on his clothes, he looked down, wiped the blood on his clothes with his hand, and punched Ah Hui even more excitedly.

Ah Hui no longer had the sense of defense, just watched the man's fist fall and rise. With each blow, Ah Hui's body would tremble. Ah Hui couldn't feel the pain anymore, what he was thinking about in his heart was Tang Ji, why Tang Ji was here, dueling with the captain.

"Kang Xuan, stop!" A voice shouted in a low voice. The man continued to hit Ah Hui, and the person who spoke grabbed Kang Xuan's hand and said to him, "Today, the high priest is also here, you don't want to make any trouble!" ”

Kang Xuan stood up, smiled at the man, and said, "This person is disturbing the order, I have to teach him a lesson." After saying that, Kang Xuan grabbed Ah Hui's head with one hand, and hit it violently with the other hand, Ah Hui was knocked to the ground, and blood foamed in his mouth.

"You've taught me a lesson, now leave it to me!" The man hurriedly grabbed Kang Xuan and said. Kang Xuan turned his head and glared at the visitor, but did not answer, turned around and walked away.

The person who spoke lowered his body and helped Ah Hui up, Ah Hui's eyes were already covered by blood, the man wiped Ah Hui's eyes with his clothes, Ah Hui barely opened his eyes, and saw that the person holding him was actually Mu Jun.

Ah Hui raised his hand, wanting to grab Mu Jun, but Mu Jun saw a long knife on Ah Hui's palm. This was left behind by Ah Hui when he grabbed the guard knife. When Ah Hui's hand was halfway raised, he had no strength and fell to the ground.

Ah Hui struggled to squeeze out the sound in his throat, and Mu Jun put his ear to Ah Hui's face, wanting to hear what Ah Hui said.

"Don Ji, Tang Ji!" Ah Hui said hoarsely, Mu Jun hugged Ah Hui, nodded and said to Ah Hui: "Tang Ji is fine!" You don't have to worry! After speaking, Mu Jun's tears had already flowed. He tore open his clothes, took Ah Hui's hand, and bandaged it.

There was another cheer from the stands, and Mu Jun glanced up. Sighing, he continued to bandage Ah Hui.

Qiao Li and Tang Ji in the field had already fought once, and their wooden knives collided together, and then they both dodged backwards.

Qiao Li heard Ah Hui's shouting, but he didn't really hear what Ah Hui was shouting. Just when Qiao Li wanted to take a look, Tang Ji attacked. Qiao Li hurriedly defended. When the two wooden knives met, Qiao Li found that Tang Ji had tears in his eyes.

Qiao Li didn't understand that the opponent who was so arrogant at the beginning would actually shed tears after fighting once. Tang Ji, who was on the other side, let out a low roar, and quickly ran towards Qiao Li, and then jumped high, and the wooden knife in his hand slashed Qiao Li.

Qiao Li squatted down and raised his knife to defend, and the two wooden knives intersected again. This time Don Ji didn't jump backwards. As soon as Tang Ji's feet landed, he immediately jumped up again, and the knife in his hand slashed towards Qiao Li from the bottom to the top. Qiao Li was startled, rolled over and fell to the ground, rolling quickly to the side.

Qiao Li didn't expect that the opponent would actually use the leap slash and jump battle continuously. The arm that got up was slashed by a wooden knife, and although it was not injured, the arm was burning with pain. This round of attacks left Qiao Li scrambling.

Qiao Li had just gotten a chance to breathe, but unexpectedly, Tang Ji on the opposite side launched another attack, and every knife was extremely fast. Qiao Li never had a chance to fight back.

But Qiao Li had already noticed that Tang Ji's breathing was much faster than at the beginning. Such an attack must have cost him a lot of stamina. Tang Ji's wooden knife was slashed against Qiao Li's side several times. Every time at the last moment, Qiao Li was able to dodge the knife in Tang Ji's hand. This made Don Ji even more annoyed.

Tang Ji screamed and attacked again, he raised his knife and rushed towards Qiao Li, then jumped up and slashed at Qiao Li with the knife in his hand. At this moment, Qiao Li also jumped high, Qiao Li held the knife in one hand, his body rotated in the air, and the knife in his hand cut flat towards Tang Ji's throat. Tang Ji was startled, but the person was in mid-air, and he couldn't dodge.

Tang Ji stiffly withdrew the knife in his hand and stood in front of him, Qiao Li's knife had already slashed over, the two wooden knives collided together, and Tang Ji fell from mid-air. After Qiao Li landed, he did not attack, but stood in place and waited for Tang Ji to get up.

There was a chorus of boos in the audience, and some people shouted loudly: "Coward! Coward! Qiao Li stood in the middle of the arena and looked up at the people in the stands, those people, waving their fists, their faces flushed with blood, and their mouths opened and howled.

Qiao Li picked up the wooden knife in his hand and pointed to the stands. This move completely infuriated the crowd in the stands. There were a lot of people rushing towards Qiao Li like crazy. Someone else threw a bottle at Qiao Li. Qiao Li stood in place, easily dodging. With a sneer on his face, he looked at the crazy crowd.

Tang Ji had already stood up on the ground, and at this moment the crowd broke out again and began to shout incessantly, "Kill him!" Kill him! ”

This time, Tang Ji no longer launched a rash attack. Instead, he held a knife in both hands, squatted down, and approached Qiao Li little by little, when the stands were quiet again. The eyes of the people in the hands were focused on the two of them.

Qiao Li also began to stare at Tang Ji intently. Tang Ji's feet moved little by little, and he kept getting closer to Qiao Li. Suddenly, Tang Ji kicked the ground with one foot and attacked again, this time Tang Ji used a pick-and-choose, and the wooden knife in his hand swung into a piece, and went straight to Qiao Li. Qiao Li quickly stepped back, then stopped, squatted slightly, and jumped upward.

The two figures intersected, and a loud bang was heard in the field. Then the two landed separately. But the wooden knife in their hands was only half in their hands. After several impacts, the wooden knife broke.

Qiao Li looked at the wooden knife that had been broken in his hand and threw it on the ground. Qiao Li breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this odious gladiatorial struggle should also end.

Tang Ji also threw aside the half of the wooden knife in his hand. The two stood opposite each other, and the audience was silent, and everyone looked at the two in the field blankly.

The high priest in the stands raised his hand and waved his hand into the arena. The crowd in the stands then began a new round of cheering. Qiao Li looked up, not understanding why they were cheering. Is it happy to accept such a draw?

At this time, two bright knives were thrown into the center of the field. The crowd in the stands has already begun to boil. Qiao Li looked at the steel knife stuck upside down on the ground and didn't move. Don Ji walked to the front and reached out and pulled out a knife. Then he pulled out another knife, walked up to Qiao Li, and threw the knife to Qiao Li.

Qiao Li reached out and took the knife and looked down, this was the kind of knife that their patrol team had prepared. Qiao Li flipped the knife in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Tang Ji. Tang Ji was also looking at Qiao Li. The two looked at each other, and Qiao Li could see the endless pain in Tang Ji's eyes.

Tang Ji took the knife, swung it in his hand a few times, and then began to approach Qiao Li, who glanced at the stands with disgust. He also stood up with the knife in his hand. The two people in the field were deadlocked, and no one dared to attack rashly.

The people in the stands spontaneously shouted in unison: "Kill him!" Kill him! "Presents a kind of perverted pleasure.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, but Tang Ji took the lead in attacking, or used the leap slash first, and Qiao Li continued to make a defensive posture. Tang Ji jumped up and slashed at Qiao Li with his sword, and Qiao Li went up on the spot and used the jump slash to meet him.

The two crossed each other in the air, and a blood mist drifted down in the air. Qiao Li landed on the ground, and the blood on the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Tang Ji had an extra blood on his shoulder. Tang Ji wiped the blood on his shoulder with his hand, then stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood. A weird smile appeared on his face.

Qiao Li frowned as he watched Tang Ji lick his own blood. The knife in his hand tightened. Tang Ji stuck his knife in the ground and took off the leather armor on his body. Tear open his clothes, wrap them tightly around the wound, and squeeze them on.

Tang Ji exposed his muscular upper body and pulled out the knife on the ground. This time he held the knife horizontally in front of him. The body arched slightly, and the tip of the knife pointed at Qiao Li. Qiao Li saw Tang Ji take such a posture and unconsciously took a step back. Hurriedly put the knife in his hand in front of him.

Qiao Li slowly parted his feet, keeping his body at the same level as Tang Ji. The smile on Don Ji's face was even more eerie. The two of them stared at each other as if they were suddenly frozen.

The shouting in the stands never stopped, and at this time, I saw that both of them were still and staring at the two people in the field with their mouths open. Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

A breeze blew Qiao Li's hair, and her hair fluttered in front of Qiao Li's eyes. Don Ji suddenly kicked the ground under his feet. The dust on the ground was kicked up, and then Tang Ji's body shook and flew towards Qiao Li.

And Qiao Li also launched his body at this moment and pounced on Tang Ji. The two figures flickered in the field and then stopped. Qiao Li turned around slowly. And Tang Ji turned his back to Qiao Li and didn't move.

Qiao Li slammed the knife in his hand into the ground, turned around and walked towards the door he walked out of.

With a "poof", Tang Ji behind Qiao Li fell to the ground. The audience was silent, quietly watching Qiao Li walk through the small door.

After Qiao Li left, the audience was silent, no shouting, no shouting. The high priest got up, glanced at Qiao Li's back, flicked his sleeves fiercely, and turned around and left the stands.