Seeing this, the old chief hurriedly rushed to the front, pulled the little furball and Paltar aside, and explained: "Only the demons who participated in the duel can come out from this door. Then he pointed to the side of the stone gate, "There is a small gate here, we can go out here, and we have left a dedicated area for trimming and viewing outside the stadium." ”

He watched as the old chieftain, the little furball, and Parta smiled at him and waved their hands out of the small doors on both sides. Piyush and Bishma (slave) looked at each other, smiled and nodded to each other, and walked into the arena hand in hand, and the duel to the death began.

===First Field===

As Piyush and Bishma (slave) walked into the gambling arena, groups of demons on the audience around them exchanged ears, pointed fingers, and even laughed and said all kinds of cool words, and some demons in the troll tribe and the Haiura tribe shouted that it was good!

Seeing this, Piyush's eyes glared angrily at the area where the two tribes were, his hands tightly gripping the ampale of warhammers, his eyes full of angry flames. Bishma (slave) chuckled lightly and whispered to Piyush beside him, "Don't worry, speak with strength, remember Miss Heidier's words, if we want to win, we must cooperate with each other." ”

"Hmm!" Piyush gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

At this moment, a shocking roar suddenly came from behind the stone gate opposite, "Whew! "The sonic shook the sky. With the roar, the ground of the entire gambling arena rumbled and trembled, and streams of white gas gushed out from behind the stone gate, covering the sky and the sun, almost covering half of the arena.

"Hide!" Bishma roared and jumped away from the left rear, while Piyush rolled away to the right rear, holding his amphora.

Just as the two of them left, "Whew! An angry roar came from where the two had been standing, only to see two huge fangs flickering in the white gas.

"Ahh What a speed! The audience burst into exclamations, "No! In the meantime, I heard a demon clan pointing at the demon beast below that had just revealed its true face and shouting, "Look, what kind of demon beast is that?" ”

With this shout, the demons of the other tribes all looked down at the demon beasts in the field, and as the white air mass gradually faded, someone finally shouted, "Angry stabbing porcupine!" ”

"At least two hundred years old, the angry stinging porcupine!"

.“ That's right! The echo sounded one after another, and it was indeed an angry porcupine that appeared in the field.

It's just that this angry porcupine is different from what Little Furball has seen before, this one is too big, two or three feet long, and more than two feet tall, two huge fangs are rolling forward, and the top of the fangs is still purple and cold. The long thorns on the back are each a foot long. Looking back, the entire tail has a metallic sheen, and the end of the tail suddenly swells to resemble a giant war hammer, with tiny barbs on it.

"Huh!" At this moment, on the viewing platform on the south side, a black-robed god and demon man chuckled. Then he turned his head to look at Ding Qingkun beside him and asked softly, "What strength do these two little guys have, you go and ask?" ”

I only heard Ding Qingkun reply with his hand, "I have asked earlier, it seems that there is only a great consummation of the Demon Soldier Period, and it is also a temporary team, so cooperate," Ding Qingkun's eyes were full of disdain, and he shook his head gently.

"Oh!" The mysterious man's eyes were full of suspicion, and he wondered if he had guessed wrong? He looked up at the viewing platform on the north side opposite, as if looking for answers.

On the viewing platform on the north side, Amrit also cast his eyes as if he had a soul, and his eyes met in the air, and the mysterious man saw Amrit's smiling face, only to see that the other party was nodding to him.

"Humph! Proud of what? The mysterious man cursed hatefully, "I want to see how these two little ones get out of here alive!" Tell the Snow Mountain Department below, the Snow Saint Department will jointly bet 10,000 lower grade spirit stones, and we will bet on these two little guys to lose! ”

I saw that a huge stone tablet about ten zhang high was immediately erected in front of the viewing platform on the south side, and the top of the stone tablet was carved with the heads of Piyush and Bishma (slave), and a big word "lose" was written in red red pen below. At the bottom is a crystal clear statue of a nine-armed mid-level demon general, which is the evidence of 10,000 low-grade spars.

"Look! Look! This immediately attracted the attention of the other tribes, and the cheers and bets immediately rang out. And on the viewing platform on the north side, a stone tablet of the same size was also erected, but a big "win" word was carved on it with spiritual power, and under it was also a statue of a nine-armed middle-level demon general, and it was also a bet of 10,000 lower grade spirit stones.

Good! The whole venue immediately boiled, "bet, I will also bet ......" The sound of betting and cheering immediately became one after another.

Not long after a while, there are statues of gods and demons of all kinds on both sides of the viewing platform, rough statistics, there are more than 50,000 pieces of gambling losses, and with Amriit gambling to win less than 15,000 pieces of lower grade spirit stones, that is to say, in addition to the 10,000 pieces of Amrite out of the lower grade spirit stones, there are less than 5,000 pieces of lower grade spirit stones, and bet on Piyush and Bishma (slave) will win.

And this is less than 5,000 lower grade spirit stones, and in addition to the money that has to be followed to buy Amrit's face, hehe, the little hairball shook his head secretly in his heart, it seems that my eldest brother's position in the demon clan is not secure!

At this moment, the white smoke in the gambling arena has dissipated, and standing in the center of the arena is the huge angry thorny porcupine, and on the opposite side are Piyush and Bishma (slave), the two demon generals are standing at a distance of twenty zhang from each other.

Call! Call! The angry thorn porcupine stared at each other with blood-red eyes, this age demon beast had naturally entered the enlightenment period a long time ago, and at this moment, the angry thorn porcupine was spewing out two long white air masses from its nostrils, which did not drift away with the wind, and spewed out two or three feet away before slowly fading until it disappeared.

Call! Call! The gasping of the angry porcupine became heavier and heavier, and the white air mass in the nasal cavity also sprayed farther and farther, from two or three zhang to five or six zhang, and then the head of the angry porcupine trembled slightly, and the huge nostrils began to redden.

Piyush and Bishma (slaves) clutched their weapons in their hands, their four eyes staring at the angry porcupine, and their hearts pounded as the white qi got closer and closer to them! Boom! The beating became more and more violent. At this moment, the palms and heads of Piyush and Bishma (slave) were full of cold sweat, it was the first time to face the enemy at such a close distance, and then look at such a fierce and tall demon beast, the pressure in their hearts was slowly amplifying with the passage of time.

Boom! Suddenly, the angry porcupine moved, and his right forefoot suddenly took a step forward, and with this step, the ground of the entire gambling arena trembled slightly. Then the porcupine roared angrily, "Whew! With the roar, the white air mass in front of him that had not yet dissipated suddenly converged, forming two white crystal balls with a diameter of about a foot, and there were clouds and mist rolling in the crystal balls.

Call! Just as the crystal ball was formed, the spiny porcupine once again spewed out a large amount of white gas and tumbled into the white crystal ball in the air, and as the crystal ball met the white gas behind it, a loud sound broke out, and two white crystal balls shot out like cannonballs, aiming directly at Piyush and Bishma (slave) on the opposite side.

But just as the loud noise was made, two angry roars suddenly erupted from the field, "Ula! With a roar, Piyush and Bishma (slave) rushed towards the angry stabbing porcupine.

At this moment, Piyush's mind recalled the training sessions of last night, it was the first time he had entered such a strange space, in the empty dark space, except for the only two stars above her head, there was only Miss Heidier standing there, nothing else, she stood there alone, looking so lonely and helpless. This once powerful shadow demon, is this her final destination?

Piyush shook his head, glaring back at the tears that welled up in his eyes. I really didn't expect to see the dead Heidier in such an environment, this is a dark and lonely ghostly place.

But here she and Bishma (slave) had a continuous and uninterrupted training, which lasted for forty-two hours, that is, three and a half days, why it took so long, I don't know, Heidiel didn't seem to want to answer, her eyes were always full of sadness.

Although it was only forty-two hours, under the guidance of Heidier, the best shadow demon in the demon clan, he and Bishma (slaves) became more and more skillful, and they were confident that they would defeat all the powerful enemies here. I, Piyush, and my brother Bishma (slave) will be the strongest here!

Come, roar, roar, let the blood of your opponent spill the ground, this will be the most glorious moment of being a god and demon clan! Piyush clutched his amphora in both hands and rolled towards the front right, almost as he stepped together, one of the white crystal balls "Bang!" It exploded where he had been standing, and with the force of the explosion, Piyush rolled forward and slammed into the stone wall on the right side of the arena.

But when he was less than a foot away from the stone wall guard, Piyush suddenly flipped his right foot to the upper left, and raised the amphora war hammer in his arms high behind his head with both hands, and bang! Piyush slammed his foot on the stone wall behind him, and shot like a sword at the angry thorny porcupine in the center of the field. Click! As Piyush left, the stone tablets he had just stepped on shattered into several pieces and collapsed.

"Good!" Parta shouted from the off-court lounge, praising "Good job, brother!" A smile of envy spread across his face. Although he can no longer fight a duel, not in this life, but he is not stupid, Piyush can use the explosive force to reverse in this lightning and flint, "Good! Good! Parta clenched his fists and shouted two more "yes", and at this point my brother had already surpassed me.

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