Portable dimension, inside the black ball training ground.

A ghostly black shadow kept appearing and disappearing around Lin Ta, and every time it appeared, a deep black light would go straight to the vital parts of Lin Ta's body, and it was difficult to break through the self-defense strength of Lin Ta's body, leaving a deep and shallow wound on his body.

Lin Ta, who had been fighting with his elusive clan brother for many days, had some understanding of Mu Xi's attack and killing strategy, and he didn't care about the small wounds on his body that didn't hurt or itch, and his eyes kept looking straight ahead, as if he had given up resistance.

At one point, he raised his right fist and slammed it into the air behind him.

Mu Xi, who was about to sneak up from behind Lin Ta just now, was startled by the fist that suddenly appeared in front of him, but he also reacted extremely quickly and handed over the same punch.

"Boom!"

The violent roar instantly resounded throughout the entire black ball training ground, and the invisible fist wind full of great power and the black mangs with a corrosive aura roared towards the three Samoan generals around them like an explosion. They couldn't help the training ground built by Gu Feng himself, but they could make the three Samoan generals scramble for a while.

"Hahaha!"

With Linta laughing proudly, the chaotic currents formed by the previous battle quickly vanished.

Mu Xi's figure is once again hidden in the unknown void.

"Chest!"

"Waist and abdomen!"

"Neck!"

"A fake attack!"

"Behind you, it's yin!"

Linta's voice was rough and heroic, causing his voice to echo throughout the training ground.

"Brother clan, you are fighting back and forth with just a few moves, I guessed a lot of punches!"

Linta's right palm was blurry with blood, dripping bright red blood on the ground, and the fingers in several injured eyes even showed snow-white phalanges, which looked a little oozing.

However, even if the injury was so serious, he was proud and proud.

Because he decided that the previous moment, Mu Xi was more seriously injured than him, and it was much heavier.

In the gap of the unknown void, Mu Xi held the pitch-black and deep Death Scythe in his left hand, and his eyes were as hard and calm as ten thousand years of ice.

His right arm, which had been fighting hard with Linta before, was weakly hanging vertically, and it was obvious that it had been scrapped.

Linta's loud display continued to spread through the vibrations of the air, making Mu Xi's eyes calmer and calmer, and the death scythe in his left hand darkened.

This time, a black swirling aura poured out of the scythe, enveloping the left half of his body.

His Death Scythe wasn't just a few hits.

At some point, the air in the black ball training ground quietly calmed down, and the complex and changing qi suddenly became turbid and unpredictable.

As if thinking of something, Linta's eyes gradually became solemn, and he no longer shouted provocatively, but squatted slightly, concentrating on vigilance.

The three seasoned Samoan generals also quickly came to the edge of the training ground with great eyes, and each released a black iron wall several meters thick in front of them, and constantly strengthened it.

The experience of being beaten these days told them that the Commander of Mu Xi was angry and was about to make a big move.

Everyone in the training ground was full of seriousness, staring and waiting.

Old Chuck, who was standing outside the training ground, was already standing in front of Ji Mi with a knife, observing the movements in the training ground with a solemn face.

Ji Mi was a little frightened by the oppressive atmosphere around him, and quietly took a few steps back.

She is just a five-lock little weak chicken, in case she is swept to death by the aftermath, wouldn't it be a blood loss.

"Do they usually play this big?" Jimi asked weakly, standing a few meters behind Chuck.

Old Chuck didn't look back, and although he still maintained a vigilant movement, his voice was relaxed.

"When Mr. Kaede is here, they will play a little bigger, but they will not make absolute death moves, such as deliberately attacking the head or something, but injuries and disability will often occur."

"Oh." Ji Mi nodded slightly, and instantly understood.

The complex qi in the black ball training ground is like a tangled fishing net, making people have no clue.

Linta no longer guessed the direction of the opponent's attack, but just tried his best to swell the transparent energy around him, so that he could carry an extra millisecond or two when the attack came.

In the midst of everyone's stare waiting, it seemed like a minute had passed, and then it seemed to be ten minutes.

In an ordinary and incomparably subtle moment, a deep sword suddenly appeared in front of Lin Ta, and in an instant, it turned into an overwhelming black storm and smashed down on Lin Ta's head.

The black storm that suddenly appeared, composed of countless dark death scythes, densely packed, broke through the sky like a river of Styx and fell.

"Ahh Yes! Ah......h

Faced with this unsolvable killing move that had been experienced twice, Linta roared, his fists like machine guns, and swung at the Black Storm at great speed.

A large amount of terrifying fist power poured into his full force, and in a violent "whining" sound, he met the resting Styx.

"Boom ......"

The clash of fists and knives was extinguished, resulting in a piercing explosion of friction. The fist print could only cancel out a small part of the pitch-black scythe, and most of the Death Scythe still roared down with a roar.

Those roars not only resounded in the training ground, but also appeared directly in the minds of everyone present, causing a dark underworld with a blood-colored moon to appear in their minds, and the dark Styx in the underworld was surging towards their spiritual consciousness.

That is the ancillary effect of the Resting Styx, the Prison of the Underworld.

Linta's roar grew quieter and quieter, then vanished.

His eyes gradually blurred after forcibly waking up for more than ten seconds, until they became the godless gaze of the three Samoan generals.

However, even though his mental will was trapped in the prison of the underworld, his fists were still swinging, not only did the direction of his swing become chaotic, but the speed of his swing also increased exponentially as his body's will disappeared.

Mu Xi's figure appeared in mid-air on the side of the training ground, and he looked at Lin Ta, who was like a headless fly, fighting irregularly with an ugly face, and a touch of irritability suddenly welled up in his heart.

Linta's body had long been cut by his resting river Styx, and he was covered in a blur of flesh and blood, looking miserable.

But that kind of injury was not fatal to the two of them at all, and it was not even a serious injury.

If he wants to completely seriously injure Linta, in addition to shamelessly using the Styx of Rest, he can only attack with all his strength at close range, but if he gets close to Linta's 100-meter range, he will have to risk being punched.

Linta's punch was not pleasant.

Mu Xi's eyes gradually calmed down, and he waved his hand to undo the still raging Styx of Rest, then took out a packet of herbal powder from the dark compartment of the training ground, and threw it towards Linta, whose gaze was gradually regaining its clarity.

It was a herb for the treatment of external injuries, and it also had a strong auxiliary recovery effect for super strong people like them, and it was one of the few achievements of the second priest Tengger Old Man in the past few days.

The three Samoan generals were only attacked by some aftermath, and because of their early preparations, there were only a few blood marks on their bodies.

The attacks that flew upside down to the exit of the side wall were even rarer, and there were only a few faint black rays, all of which were stopped by Old Man Chuck wielding his knife.

"Is this a draw?"

Mu Xi's cold voice came from mid-air.

Lin Ta calmly rubbed the powder on his body, his face as hard and silent as the hardest marble.

"No, you've won again." After a while, he said calmly.

"None of us use our respective elemental abilities, and my abilities have too much room to play, which is unfair to you."

"No, there is no injustice, the Samoan people can only use their own abilities to decide the winner."

After Linta said this, his hard gaze was aimed at the three clansmen not far away.

Although the wounds on his body were still terrifying, his aura did not weaken at all, but was faintly stronger.

"Do you come by yourself, or do I bring you with me?"

The three Samoan generals who had illegally used the gold ability to defend themselves hesitated slightly, but they still flew in front of Linta honestly, their heads hanging down, like three children who had confessed their mistakes.

Linta didn't stop because of their good attitude, and his left fist struck three times in succession like a phantom, sending the three clansmen who were a head taller than him out like cannonballs.

He roared, and instead of letting the three of them go as easily as he usually did, he rushed up again, punching and kicking the three.

"Stand up! Stand up for me! Let's beat me up! ”

The three Samoan generals endured the sharp pain in their abdomen, stood up and hit Linta hard, but they were knocked to the ground several times, and then stood up again and were knocked over again......

Mu Xi glanced at the clan brother who hated iron and steel, and then flew towards the two Chucks, who had been waiting for a long time.

The three Samoan generals have the realm of the Six Locks Limit and the top strength talent, but their actual combat ability and combat skills are a mess.

Their strength has improved too quickly and easily, without any battle accumulation.

Before they had mastered the talent of the Force Clan, they began to use elemental abilities, which was just a useless trick in the eyes of the two real powerhouses, Lin Ta and Mu Xi, and in the long run, it would only limit their true combat power even more.

There is nothing wrong with a hard lesson.

After coming to the exit of the training ground, Mu Xi's face was already covered with a warm smile of sunshine.

"Old Chuck, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, this is the third priest who just came here, her name is Jimi." Chuck pulled Jimi behind him in front of him and introduced him to Mu Xi earnestly.

"Mr. Kaede said, let her follow you for a while, learn combat skills, and don't let her participate in the blessing during this time."

Mu Xi's eyes became completely serious when Chuck spoke of the third sacrifice.

Sacrifice is a separate position that has nothing to do with the battle sequence in the space, and it is not in the battle sequence, but it has a very high status and great right to speak.

He believed that Mr. Kaede would not be idle and bored with a few useless straw bales to be their management.

"In addition, at eight o'clock in the morning in the temple next to the central square, there is a dinner, all five of you go, I have already sent someone to call the first sacrifice." Chuck continued.

"Temple?" Mu Xi was puzzled.

"The temple was just built by Miss Li and Miss Hei, and it is rare for Mr. Kaede to come back, and they want to call a party."

"Well, trouble old Chuck."

Mu Xi turned his head to look at the violence scene in the training ground, and his face was slightly embarrassed: "I'll tell them in a while." ”

Old Chuck nodded in understanding, and then left Jimi behind and left.