Zhu Maoming still wanted to quibble, but Gong Yu suddenly smiled bloodthirsty, and the laughter made Zhu Maoming's breathing stagnant.

Suddenly, Gong Yu's footsteps flew without warning, and the machete flipped and slashed towards Zhu Maoming.

The speed was so fast that Zhu Maoming had no time to care about Qinglong's provocation, and hurriedly raised his arm to block.

"Bell—"

The steel rod and the machete collided with a golden spark, and the huge momentum made Zhu Maoming's arm shook, and his knee subconsciously bent to reduce the pressure caused by the cushioning force.

It's so strong.

Zhu Maoming thought bitterly, he had already been frightened by Gong Yu's previous ruthlessness and had no intention of fighting again, so he didn't notice that Gong Yu's breath had become a little confused.

And Gong Yu didn't want to give Zhu Maoming a chance to react.

With a slash, she lifted the knife again and cut horizontally at Zhu Maoming's chest.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

In several consecutive encounters, Zhu Maoming blocked Gong Yu's moves.

But each time, it was very sinister, as if it were staggered with death.

Gong Yu seemed to do it on purpose, and each blow was exactly in the same position of the steel rod.

Zhu Maoming watched the machete fall again and again in fear, and because his palm was tightly gripping the steel rod, his skin had already been worn by the momentum, and there were traces of blood oozing from his skin.

His mouth was numb, his arms trembled, and he was almost losing the strength to hold the steel rod.

Just now, Zhu Maoming teased Bai Ying and beat Bai Ying's arm to a red and swollen piece.

In order to avenge Bai Ying, Gong Yu's methods are even more ruthless.

She is going to scrap Zhu Maoming's hands!

No matter how strong the steel rod is, after being slashed in the same position by the machete in a row, it is so overwhelmed that it leaves a gap.

"Bell—"

The machete slashed at the gap again with a crisp cracking sound.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound of the steel rod falling on the mud ground made the audience silent again, and everyone's eyes were focused on Gong Yu's body, guessing whether she would solve Zhu Maoming with one sword.

The machete fell again, and it was desperate.

Subconsciously, Zhu Maoming raised his hand to block.

"Ahh

The terrible screams echoed over the gladiatorial arena, as if you were in hell on earth.

"Smack!"

The half-bloody arm flew up, drew a brilliant arc in the air, and smashed to the ground.

Red blood beads were still swaying in the air, the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled, and the blood-colored arms rolled around the gray mud ground a few times, the dust adsorbed up, and the gray stained blood plasma instantly turned into black and sticky soil.

In the silent gladiatorial arena, only Zhu Maoming's screams echoed, which was particularly terrifying.

As a result of the gaze, the thin figure did not stop under the golden afterglow, but took a step forward and waved the knife again.

"Ahh

In Zhu Maoming's screams, his other arm was also cut off.

The hot plasma snaked down the blade of the knife and flowed to the tip of the knife, "ticking and ticking" on the ground, forming a puddle of blood.

The cool breeze blew, the leaves fluttered, and a chill rose in everyone's heart.

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear, and his eyes were fixed on Gong Yu.

After such a fierce fight, his body was still spotless.

Those cold black eyes have no humanity at all, just like a demon from the hell of Asura, wielding a scythe, ruthlessly harvesting human lives.

His red lips opened lightly, and he said coldly: "If you say one pick three, it is one pick three."

Arrogance, arrogance, arrogance......

These words have been glimpsed from people's minds.