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On this side, Isabella has played three games in a row, and each time she seems to be exhausted to lose, and she is very clever in turning defeat into victory.

In this way, Isabella won more than 4,600 Star Elements for Wu Hui, and also collected the battle data of the four powerful races, which made Wu Hui quite satisfied.

However, at the moment, the reward for killing Isabella was mentioned by Wu Hui at 1200 star yuan. Isabella's odds to win also reached 2.1 and the odds to lose reached 1.35, which means that betting on Isabella to win can reap a betting bonus of up to 2.1 times from the gladiatorial arena. If Isabella loses this match, she can reap a bonus of up to 1.35 times from the gladiatorial arena by betting on the losing side.

After hearing these news, the audience of the entire gladiatorial arena boiled.

Just kidding, in the next game, even if you don't bet, as long as you defeat and kill Isabella's people, you can get a reward of 1,200 star yuan given by Wu Hui personally.

If you add the negative bet, it means that the person who successfully challenges Elizabeth can earn an additional betting bonus in addition to the 1200 Star Dollars!

This simply gives those poor gladiators, as well as those who play gambling bets, a great opportunity to get rich overnight?

And the goddess maid in front of her is already tired, and with many battles in succession, if she doesn't lose again, it will be hell!

At this time, Wu Hui announced again: "Everyone, my maid seems to be physically exhausted, and it is not interesting to fight any longer." So this is the last one, if anyone can kill her, this god son will reward him with 1,200 star yuan!"

Wu Hui has realized that it is really difficult to make a lot of money just by gladiatorial gambling and earn enough money to buy star cores. He had already sensed that many powerhouses in the demigod realm had rushed to the gladiatorial arena one after another, and they all seemed to want to get a piece of the pie from him.

So now if you want to use Isabella to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, it is already very difficult. It's better to make another big vote and make a small amount of money.

Wu Hui's thoughts were naturally impossible for outsiders to know, but the audience and gladiators present all had red eyes after hearing Wu Hui's words.

This is the last chance, if you miss it, where can you make a huge amount of money of thousands of star dollars?

They are not like Wu Hui is a god, many people can usually save a few, a dozen star yuan, and they can already be regarded as making a lot of money.

"I! I'm the strongest level 9 in this gladiatorial arena, let me fight!"

"Fart, you are a Boer, and you dare to claim to be the strongest at level 9?"

"Your Highness the Divine Son, let me fight! I'm a Koysian, and my strength is guaranteed!"

All kinds of people who asked to participate in the gladiatorial battle on the scene constantly competed with each other.

Just as Wu Hui looked around, ready to choose a race that he had never been in contact with, a middle-aged man in a wide-sleeved robe who was like a fairy fell into the gladiatorial arena like a sharp sword.

Wu Hui was slightly stunned, this person was the cultivator who claimed to be a righteous person.

"Humph!"

The cultivator's expression was unruly, and he snorted coldly, "You big men, actually bullying a weak woman, what kind of decency!"

The noise of the scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone was a little stunned, and at the same time, a pair of eyes invariably looked at this cultivator.

Behind this cultivator's one-handed back, his face was resolute, and his upright and righteous aura was almost shining with dazzling brilliance.

Even his heart at the moment was almost boiling because of his own act of defending the way of hoeing the strong and helping the weak.

However.

What was completely different from what he expected was that Isabella, who was "saved" by him, was angry on the spot, and scolded angrily: "Arrogant, Miss Ben fights for His Royal Highness the Son of God, and cares about your?"

The cultivator was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Isabella, I am a true person of the Pure Yang Scattered Cultivation Kowloon, not rude and arrogant, but I just saw that Miss was treated unfairly, so I came here to fight against me. ”

"In this battle, let me be your opponent in the next place!" The cultivator named Jiulong Zhenren stepped forward, raised his face, and said righteously, "Miss Isabella, please rest assured, I will only defeat you in the next place, and I will not hurt you......"

But before he could say the word "life", Isabella had a cold face on the spot and squirted back: "What do you care?"

"Miss Ben's body, mind and soul belong to His Royal Highness the Son of God, if Miss Ben can die for His Royal Highness the Son of God one day, it will be the greatest glory in my life, so Miss Ben fights for His Royal Highness the Son of God, what do you care?

Kowloon Zhenren's head was dizzy, and he was a little shaky on the spot, and his heart ached inexplicably.

Dare to love him, he volunteered to be busy for so long, all of which was self-inflicted?

The embarrassment and embarrassment hit his heart again.

Thinking of him as a true person in Jiulong, as a righteous path cultivator with adventures, he has been practicing hard for three hundred years, and since he stepped into the realm of level 9 earth immortals, he has broken through the void and traveled the universe for decades.

He has set foot in plane after plane, and has helped race after race. But this is the first time that such an embarrassing situation has been made.

"Hehe, is it a real person in Kowloon?" At this time, Wu Hui was high up and laughed softly, "You don't want to earn the Xingyuan of this god son in the name of helping the weak, right?"

As soon as these words came out, they undoubtedly added a pot of oil and firewood to the already embarrassing atmosphere of the scene, which made this embarrassing atmosphere reach a sharp point.

The insults from the audience erupted at once.

All kinds of foul language, vicious curses, like a tide, continue to spray towards the Kowloon real people, and even many level 9 gladiators have to fight him to the death.

This Kowloon real person cut off people's wealth, how could those people at the scene spare him?

"Really, really condescending to me!" Jiulong Zhenren's face turned red, his heart choked, and he almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

This kind of misinterpretation and misunderstanding, he can't wash it even if he jumps into the river?

Fortunately, he is a lonely casual cultivator, otherwise if he becomes a disciple of a large sect, it is estimated that the face of the entire sect will be lost by him.

Alas, where did this Outer Dao Divine Son come from? How could he be so restrained by the true people of Jiulong? The current embarrassing situation really made him want to die.

"That's it, the one who sees it has a share, since you want to challenge the maid of this god son, then give you a chance. ”

Wu Hui showed a big belly, but the insults from the audience were even louder, and the degree of cursing became more and more vicious.

Jiulong Zhenren, who is in an embarrassment, is about to be scolded in tears, it is really terrifying, his obscene infamy can be regarded as a real thing here.

But at this point, what could he do, he had to push the boat down the river and nodded in humiliation.

"That's good. Wu Hui was in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I heard that cultivators are all strong people in the universe, and this time just let me see the true ability of your cultivators." ”

"Well, how about we put aside the gambling game in the gladiatorial arena and make a bet on each other alone?"

"I don't know how Miko wants to bet?"

Hearing Wu Hui's proposal, Jiulong Zhenren became more and more worried in his heart, and under the other party's gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into some kind of quagmire, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.

"Just now, Benshen won a little bit, but it's all a little money, and it's useless to lose it. Wu Hui said lightly, "In this case, just bet 3,000 star yuan! If you win, 3,000 star yuan will be yours, if you lose, you only need to give me 3,000 star yuan." ”

"In addition, I will bet another 10,000 star dollars in the gladiatorial arena betting, if you want to follow, no one will force you. ”

What, what?

As soon as Wu Hui's words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

That's 3,000 star yuan, my God, if you change it to divine liquid, that's a full 3 drops, and many mercenaries of low-level civilized races are likely to not be able to earn an astronomical amount in a lifetime!

This Kowloon real person is good, it's a big shit luck!

The vicious insults have begun to spread to the ancestors of Kowloon Zhenren for more than ten generations, and even the official host of the gladiatorial arena has a cold face towards him, looking at him, he is completely a shameless spoiler.

Of course, the official of the private gambling on the big market does not interfere, but it is not protected by the official of the big market.

"God, His Highness the Son of God......"

Jiulong Zhenren wanted to speak and stopped, at this moment he was really dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

But at this point, what can he do if he is already riding a tiger?

"Okay! I'll bet with you!" Kowloon Zhenren gritted his teeth, took out the bet, and said with a slightly hot face, "But in all the belongings, there are only 1,550 star yuan at present, but the value of this saber is definitely more than 2,000 star yuan, and I am willing to use this saber as the rest of the bet." ”

"Deal!" Wu Hui agreed.

That flying sword Wu Hui had seen with his own eyes, it was this Kowloon real person, the one used by the sword when he was flying, and it was worth a lot of money when he looked at it.

Moreover, through the appraisal of the maid from the big market beside Wu Hui, this flying sword is already a high-grade spiritual weapon that has been successfully refined in the cultivation realm, and the preliminary estimate is around 2,200 star yuan, and it may be even higher if it is auctioned.

In other words, Wu Hui's bet of 3,000 star yuan was exchanged for the other party's bet of more than 3,700 star yuan.

So, in the midst of the scolding at the scene, Wu Hui once again passed through the faith channel and told Isabella that she could use her hole cards.

And also gave Isabella a divine infusion openly, restored all her injuries, and even slightly mentioned her realm, which made her strength reach the peak of level 9 in one fell swoop, and I am afraid that it is not far from the 10th god realm. Isn't it just to spend some divine power to help Isabella improve her realm? It's not the first time I've done it.

Seeing this scene, Kowloon real people almost spurted to death without a mouthful of old blood.

He lodged a solemn protest against the Colosseum.

But the official explanation given by the gladiatorial arena is that in the god civilization, the strength of the god servant is directly linked to the gods, and the gods help to heal and recover, just like the middle of the gladiatorial fight, the gladiator drinks medicine to heal his wounds, and it does not belong to outside interference.

And Isabella has been promoted, just like some players are promoted in battle, to put it bluntly, it is also people's ability to be promoted, and you have the ability to be promoted.

Moreover, Isabella herself is still within the assessment range of the level 9 realm, and she has not exceeded the rules.

In short, everyone at the scene was unhappy to see that Jiulong Zhenren, who was a troublemaker, what could Jiulong Zhenren do?

So Kowloon's appeal was invalid, and after a short period of preparation, the gladiatorial battle between the two sides officially began.

The betting odds of the two have not changed, they are still 2.1 and 1.35, after all, in the eyes of most people, the cultivator focuses on his own individual, and his strength is very strong, and the cultivator is good at using strange spells and weapons, and the combat methods are varied and unpredictable.

Therefore, the vast majority of people at the scene still think that the winner will be Kowloon real people.

However, there are still many clever viewers who no longer blindly follow the trend, but bet on Wu Hui's maid Isabella.

As the battle began, Isabella and Kowloon Zhenren did not choose to change the venue, but confronted each other quietly.

On this side, the Kowloon real person looked noble, and said with a lofty courtesy: "This real person never bullies women, and he will let you make three moves in the next step, and he will never fight back......!"

Another time, before the words could be spoken, Isabella was already holding the holy shield, rushed towards him, and knocked him out in an instant.

"Phew!" After the collision, Isabella spat speechlessly, "There is so much nonsense in a fight, is this idiot really not afraid of death?"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Kowloon Zhenren's face was swollen and swelled to get up, and at this moment, he finally began to realize the importance of the cultural gap.

"If you want to fight, Miss Ben will definitely let you not last 30 breaths!" Isabella pointed her long sword at her, and with all her strength, her fighting spirit exploded.

Since Wu Hui asked her to use her hole cards, what else did she have to fear? Winning could earn a lot of Xingyuan for her lord!

"How can this be reasonable!" Jiulong Zhenren was really angry, and his whole face was blue, "Since you don't know how to lift, don't blame the real people for being ruthless!"

"The sky is clear, the earth is Ning, the sword and the god are one, and the air is clear!"

Jiulong Zhen's mouth recited the sword technique, and the fingers of his right hand were suddenly raised, only to see the simple long sword behind him, sonorously out of the sheath, leaping into the air.

The ancient long sword was surrounded by a layer of pale golden dragon-shaped true qi, and at first glance, it seemed that there were nine flying dragons swirling around it, and the aura was overwhelming. The crisp and stirring sword roar is more like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, and the power is endless.

Suddenly, the entire gladiatorial arena was shrouded in an extremely sharp oppressive force, and the hearts of many viewers seemed to be hanging with an invincible blade, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on their backs unconsciously.

Even Wu Hui couldn't help but secretly admire, the cultivator was really strong and domineering, and he had such a strong power as soon as he made a move.

If he fights alone, it's really hard to say whether his war angel can win.

It's a pity that his god-level civilization has never played alone, and at this time, behind Isabella, there is still him, the god of light.

Field.

After Jiulong Zhenren exchanged his natal flying sword, his expression became unruly, as if the victory had been decided, and he would be invincible.

"Nine Dragons Edgeworth, go!"

The Kowloon real man pointed at the sword and pointed forward.

A shocking dragon chant suddenly spread, and the flying sword full of Nine Dragons' true qi, with a gorgeous arc like golden neon, went straight to Isabella in front of her.

It was at this moment that Isabella was unhurried, slowly raised her holy shield above her head, looked pious, and shouted loudly: "My lord bless!"

"Wow!"

In an instant, a brilliant light suddenly bloomed from her holy shield.

The strong and majestic brilliance quickly converged, condensed extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a translucent shield, completely enveloping Isabella's body.

There is no doubt that this is exactly the powerful divine technique, the Divine Barrier, that Wu Hui has obtained after he was promoted to the 10th level God Realm!

The reason why it is said that Wu Hui has obtained a powerful divine skill is because the divine magic performed by him is completely different from those priests and paladins in the Light Plane, who can cast a secondary version.

It was personally performed by Wu Hui, but it was a real god-level spell, enough to deal with the spell of the gods!

When Wu Hui decided to go out to travel in the Great Universe, how could he not take some precautions?

Therefore, among his subordinates, as well as the weapons he himself carried, there were life-saving magic techniques that he personally performed.

Take the holy shield in Isabella's hand, it was he who personally engraved a powerful defensive magic - the sacred barrier!

Although it consumed dozens of his divine power at one time, he thought it was very necessary and worth it.

Because this defensive divine technique is powerful enough to resist several attacks by god-level powerhouses! Therefore, there is another very vivid nickname in the Kingdom of God: "Invincible!"

"Boom!"

Off the field, the flying sword carrying the true qi of the Nine Dragons slashed at the shield on Isabella's body, only emitting a piercing jinge sound, and there was not even a trace on the shield.

After laughing, this is a powerful magic technique that can't even be broken by a god-level powerhouse with several attacks, how can a level 9 demigod be broken without cutting for half a minute?

"What, what?!"

Jiulong Zhenren trembled all over, and his jaw was about to fall in fright.

His invincible, gold-shattering Nine Dragons Flying Sword couldn't even cut out a trace, this, how could this be?

And the other party just shouted, "My lord is sheltering", and he obtained such an unbelievable and terrifying skill, isn't this this Laipi?

How can he fight such a battle?

"Believe in my lord and have eternal life!" Isabella couldn't help but show a sly smile on the corner of her mouth, "Nine Dragons Zhenren, it's time for you to take it!"

In the next moment, Isabella held the holy sword in her hand, and she rushed towards the other party with great strength in the face of the attack of the Nine Dragons True Person.

What followed was a one-sided hanging, no way, who let Isabella have the god Wu Hui behind her?

With the blessing of divine arts, how could a level 9 earth immortal who was not good at melee hand-to-hand combat win the "invincible" war angel?

Of course, in addition to casting the "Sacred Barrier" on the holy shield of the entourage guards, Wu Hui also cast a one-time attack magic "Holy Light Judgment" on their holy swords.

However, with the current situation, there is no chance to use it.

The unilateral assault lasted only a few seconds, and this was the result of Isabella putting away her holy sword and smashing it with her fists and shield.

Otherwise, if the fight continues like this, the Kowloon real people will really have to go.

At this time, Jiulong Zhenren was in rags, his skin was blue and his face was swollen, and he was covered in scars and bloodstains.

Seeing such a miserable scene, the gladiators who had tried to challenge Isabella in vain before, couldn't help but shrink their necks, and secretly said one by one, the god civilization is really unfathomable, fortunately, the people in the gladiatorial arena at this time are not them, tsk...... Otherwise, it's too miserable, too miserable.

"Isabella, he is not a wicked person, spare him a life. ”

Wu Hui waved his hand quite generously, and at the same time, under the announcement of the host of the gladiatorial arena, he took away all the belongings of the Kowloon real people.

Kowloon real people wanted to cry without tears, and were thrown to the ground by Isabella, like a dead worm.

"This is the end of blasphemy against His Highness the Son of God, so let's do it for myself in the future. At Wu Hui's suggestion, Isabella sprinkled him with a life-threatening healing technique, cast a disdainful look, and then drifted away.

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