"Hey, can you start the fight when we're done talking?"

As soon as Su Jin's words fell, the spear in his hand was slightly raised, and the attacking bronze spear was erected.

The weapons of the two are similar, but there are slight differences.

Shang Biao's bronze spear is slightly shorter, the spearhead is a cross cone, and the barrel is thick, which is suitable for fire-weary people to throw and exert divine power.

And Su Jin's Luan Jin Tiger Head Spear is floating with red tassels, and the charm of the white gold Tiger Head Beast Swallowing Blade, the flat blade that is half an arm long is cold and shining, and the shape is more like a perfect cold weapon artwork than a killing tool.

"Hmph, sneak attack, you played so poorly with weapons, how did you survive until now?"

As soon as the little girl's disgusted words fell, the blade of the gun protruded forward, and a bloody ray crossed Shang Biao's chest.

"Bang"

The copper spear blocked, and Shang Biao, who flew out upside down, felt as if his chest had been smashed by a hammer, and a mouthful of old blood gushed into his throat, and he swallowed it forcibly.

"Ahem, what a lot of strength, did you grow up eating Sanju deer!"

After standing firmly, Shang Biao praised in a dumb voice, he really couldn't imagine how such a huge force could be accommodated in that small body.

It's a little difficult to do now, the melee can't be beaten, there is Bi Fang's phantom watching, the ghost boy doesn't dare to move at all, and the pear blossom tears sneak attack will also be resisted, and the few hole cards he prepared are afraid that they will be stillborn.

"Hey, be serious, or you're going to die!"

Su Jin's small leather shoes slammed into the ground and rushed to kill again, the gun shook, and three spear flowers appeared.

There was no trace of Shang Biao in front of him, and only a cloud of mist remained.

Bi Fang, who was one-legged with green feathers, took the initiative to open his mouth and spew out a mouthful of red and green flames, and after burning most of the yin mist, he was sucked in by a red bead.

"I found you, I can't even play with Tibetan cats, I'm so stupid!"

The tiger's head swallowed the blade and poked directly at the position of the Qianyuan Na fire bead, and a bronze spear met it in the mist.

The spear and spear were handed over, but the head of the spear was strangely bent, leaving him with a deep wound on his arm that could be seen to the bone.

Shang Biao also realized that Qi Qi's third talent was indeed infinitely powerful, and it could kill opponents just like Su Jin's soul sealing. But when you encounter this kind of melee master, you can't get other people's blood, and it's useless at all.

It seems that there is only Bo for a while, although he has always had bad luck.

Just after Shang Biao made his decision, the spear in Su Jin's hand swept around, and after returning in vain, Bi Fang's flame erupted again, squeaking the yin mist.

A copper spear poked out from Su Jin's left side, a simple straight stab, without any rules, like an ordinary person who didn't know how to move.

The spear easily knocked the copper spear away, looking at the cowering and frightened Shang Biao in front of him, Su Jin always felt cheating, and the tiger swallowed the blade for three points, and the spear turned into stars.

"Babble~"

Bi Fang's flame was accompanied by the spear to cover Shang Biao's wheel, but a piercing ghost cry came out of his mouth, and the ghost boy who could not maintain the phantom revealed his original form.

The Soul Bell was grabbed by the ghost boy and shook it violently, and then he could no longer suppress his fear and fled in embarrassment.

The real Shang Biao finally appeared at the moment when the soul bell rang, and Yan Qi's spear was caught in his hand.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and this throw already had a few traces of the flame flying spear of the fire-weary countrymen. When defending the city, Shang Biao did not waste time in vain, and consulted many old soldiers for spear throwing experience.

The petite Su Jin was like a long eye on the back of her head, her calves were slightly bent, and the floor under her black leather shoes was sunken. Like a dexterous flying swallow, it dodged Shang Biao's flying spear.

In mid-air, Su Jin lightly flipped over and fought, and the tiger head luan golden spear carried an indomitable momentum and smashed it down at Shang Biao.

"Hum..."

A metal cylinder dyed with a bit of blood appeared in Shang Biao's hand, and flying needles the thickness of toothpicks shot out from the mouth of the cylinder one after another.

Unable to move in mid-air, Su Jinjiao shouted, forcibly changed her moves, and the blade of the gun swirled, spreading her wings like a phoenix in fire to protect her.

The sound of metal colliding sounded seven times in a row, and the silver needles shot out of Pear Blossom's tears still broke through Su Jin's defense.

Bi Fang's phantom, who had been standing on Su Jin's shoulder, turned into flames at the critical moment, and held the eighth pear flower needle in his mouth.

The bee-like Qinyuan beast shadow melted into the last flying needle, and the pear blossom needle, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, appeared in front of Su Jin in an instant as if it had broken through the constraints of space.

In Shang Biao's expectant gaze, Su Jin suddenly fell rapidly against common sense.

However, she was eventually injured by the last shot, and a bloody mark on her face slashed from the corner of her mouth to the base of her ear, and thick black blood kept oozing.

On the cute little face of the original baby fat, blue-black tiny blood vessels gradually emerged, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Su Jin was half-kneeling on the ground, her face distorted by pain. There were green tendons in his hands, and he was holding the tiger head luan golden gun.

The flame of Bi Fang, which kept burning, was included in the Qianyuan Na Fire Bead by Shang Biao, and the Black Order Flag waved, and the gloomy fog became thick again.

The spear, a few drops of blood mixed with dust, was handed over to Shang Biao by the ghost boy.

Without a trace of hesitation, Shang Biao directly smeared the blood on the Qiqi tattoo on the back of his hand.

A wolf-like roar sounded, the tattoo twisted as if it had come to life, and the phantom of Qiqi rose and plunged into the mist.

"Beep~"

The sound of cranes piercing through the sky, and the mist cleared a large circle from Su Jin's side. A fierce beast, a divine beast, just biting and fighting in front of her.

Shang Biao's face sank like water, but he was not disappointed. The two hole cards fought each other, he only lost Qiqi's third talent, Su Jin used the soul sealing, but now he doesn't have a talent for a beast, and he still makes a small profit.

Walking to the corner of the Colosseum, Shang Biao put the altar out.

The blood poison of the silver needle, and Qin Yuan's tail thorn are afraid that they will not be able to kill Su Jin, so they must use the Yin Talisman.

As for the power of yin and evil, it is no longer in his consideration, everyone is going to die, and it is useless to think about so much.

As long as he kills Su Jin, returns to the theater quickly, and gets rid of the power of yin and evil, he still has a glimmer of life.

It's not his style to look ahead and look backwards, it's better for evil qi to enter the brain than to die under Su Jin's spear.

Soul incense, longevity gold, five ghost money, after being ready, Shang Biao clamped the talisman with two fingers, stepped on the gang, and his body changed.

"There are three strange things in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars are penetrating the sky and the earth are terrifying..."

When Shang Biao was chanting the mantra, Su Jin staggered, as if enduring great pain, and walked over step by step.

The toxin had already spread most of her face, but a layer of streamer floated, and she didn't know what props she used to suppress the toxin.

"The number of actors has dropped to ten, the rules of the Colosseum deathmatch have changed, and the actors can pay 5,000 yuan, and at the cost of erasing all the talent of the beast, they will admit defeat and return to the theater."

The sound of the theater prompt caused both of them to stop and look at each other.