One look made the attack of a group of fighting slaves stagnant, but for a moment, they attacked again.

"Don't be afraid, he's already at the end of his crossbow, and he won't last long, so let's go up together and kill him. ”

More than a dozen people surrounded Ye Ling from all directions, Ye Ling did not retreat, nor did he defend, he looked in one direction, stepped on his feet, and swept out directly with a punch.

"Boom!"

The four fighting slaves, under one punch, all flew out upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the breath instantly withered, and with one blow, they were seriously injured.

In addition, more than a dozen attacks fell on Ye Ling's body, Ye Ling's body trembled, his shoulders were sunken, and his muscles and bones were shattered, covered in blood, but Ye Ling seemed to be unconscious, his eyes were full of blood red, revealing a touch of despair, and rushed out.

One step, directly stepped on a seriously injured person, stepped on the person's heart, and died directly.

"Be careful!"

A Dou Nu shouted, but it was too late, another step, Ye Ling's body moved horizontally, resisting the attack of a Dou Nu, one leg swept out, swept on the head of a seriously injured Dou Nu, and in an instant, the plasma was sprayed, directly killing this Dou Nu.

In a moment, the lightning speed was too fast to cover his ears, and he directly wiped out the two fighting slaves, and there were fourteen left, and a few of them were still injured, and Ye Ling resisted dozens of attacks and was not dead.

Standing in the arena, covered in blood, soaked through his prison clothes, his body was dented everywhere, such a serious injury, ordinary people were no longer able to move, and he was still fighting.

Looking at a group of fighting slaves, the corners of his mouth even overflowed with a smile, evil and calm, which made the bodies of the fourteen fighting slaves tremble, gritted their teeth, and a group of fighting slaves attacked Ye Ling again.

Today, either Ye Ling dies, or they die, on the battlefield, there is no winning or losing, only life and death, and losing is death.

"Fight!"

A group of fighting slaves roared, crazy, fighting for their lives, as if they were going to die with Ye Ling, they were really desperate.

Ye Ling looked at this scene lightly, his eyes were full of ferocity, one step, one person, rushed towards fourteen people, if he said crazy, no one could compare to him, fighting for his life, no one could fight him.

"Big brother, he's no longer good, fourteen fighting slaves are fighting wildly, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it, we might as well ......"

In the middle of the arena, an old man looked at this scene, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said, looking at the old man in purple, the old man in purple looked at him, and then looked at Ye Ling on the battlefield, and shook his head.

"No need, this battle can't be stopped, this son is too demonic, too angry, no one can stop it, not to mention that he won't necessarily lose, the real demon can break the rules and create miracles. ”

The old man in purple said, looking at Ye Ling, his eyes were in a trance, as if he remembered something.

"Just like that person, once he is in the middle of killing, no one can stop him. ”

The old man in purple said, in a word, as if mentioning a certain taboo in the abyss slave fighting field, several old men all stared, as if they all remembered a person who had been.

At that time, the blade could also be used in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, there was a Fighting Slave, with three knives on his back, under one knife, no Fighting Slave could stop it, relying on his own strength, he actually broke through the sealing spirit lock, killed several stewards of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, and almost slaughtered the entire Abyss Fighting Slave Field.

It was a past that the Abyss Slave Fighting Farm would never forget, and the five of them were not the stewards of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, but they became stewards because the former stewards were dead.

A fighting slave almost wiped out the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, and after that, the Abyss Fighting Slave Field no longer dared to let the fighting slaves have weapons, and the supervision was stricter, and they didn't dare to let the tragedy of the past happen again.

"He, compared to that fighting slave, may be a little worse, but there are still some likenesses. ”

The old man in purple said, his expression was solemn, and the other old men were all startled and looked at the arena.

"Bang!"

With a punch, the body of a fighting slave was shattered, and then with a diagonal step, it directly crushed this fighting slave, and in the back, around, one attack after another fell on his body.

Blood flowed from all parts of his body, his hair was dyed a piece of blood red, and before he could fall, he lifted a piece of blood and rushed towards a fighting slave, directly tearing this fighting slave with brutal force.

A dozen fighting slaves went crazy, fighting for their lives, and he was even crazier, like a madman.

There is no seeming, only attack, crazy attack, every step is almost to kill a fighting slave, just in an instant, five more fighting slaves died, only nine fighting slaves remained.

The seventeen most powerful Dou Slaves in the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, besieging and killing Ye Ling together, were actually killed by eight Dou Slaves.

"Kill him!"

The nine living Dou Slaves roared, bathed in blood, and then rushed towards Ye Ling, every wound on Ye Ling's body, every bit of blood was hope for them, hope to live.

On the high wall, all the people looked at this scene, and they were all shocked, and there was silence.

They have never seen such a fight, there is no spiritual power, there is no martial arts, martial arts, this is a pure body, a mortal-like fight, too bloody, too terrifying.

Crazy demon, this person really turned into a mad demon, seventeen fighting slaves couldn't stop him, as if he couldn't kill him, no matter how many wounds and how much blood he had on his body, he still didn't fall.

Such a person, how to win, looking at Ye Ling, a group of people almost saw despair.

"Ahh

A fighting slave, his hands were actually torn apart by Ye Ling, flesh and blood flew wildly, Ye Ling's eyebrows, there was a wisp of demonic intent surging, and a little demonic intent appeared in his pupils, really turning into a demon.

Blood, madness, and death seemed to have some effect on Ye Ling's eyebrows' soul resentment beads, and the Grievance Demon Sutra operated automatically, and the entire arena, the surging grievances, all converged towards Ye Ling.

In an instant, all the people involuntarily felt a chill in their bodies, as if something in their bodies had been sucked away, and everyone was startled and trembled.

What happened, they didn't know, Ye Ling, his body was stained with blood, and his face was stained with blood, and his hair flew wildly, covering his eyes and his eyebrows, and no one saw the changes in Ye Ling's pupils and eyebrows.

Ye Ling's eyebrows and pupils were undergoing an unknown change, at this moment, even Ye Ling himself didn't know, he just felt a powerful force surging out of his body little by little.

Domineering and annihilating everything, the power of heaven and earth will burst out in his body, and on his neck, the sealing spirit lock is trembling, cracks are born, and in his body, the seals laid by the Ascending Dragon Venerable are trembling.

This is the power of the Demon Sutra of Complaining, the power of the demon, surging in Ye Ling's body, about to explode.

(End of chapter)