Piyush followed Bishma (slave) and shot angrily towards the right front, and the two demon warriors ran out in two directions, one left and one right.

Suddenly, dozens of long, glittering spikes shot out of the mist, almost covering the area where Piyush and Bishma (slave) had just stood.

Looking at the rain of spikes and arrows in the sky, the demons on the surrounding spectator seats were all frightened, and even more so frightened that their tongues stuck out of their mouths without knowing it, most of the warriors who could come here to watch were the warriors of the gods and demons, and who had not fought with the enemy on the battlefield? If I had changed myself just now, I was afraid that I would have died on the spot at this time, and these demons who couldn't help but were afraid.

"Hmmm! Yes, the two-hundred-year-old angry stinging porcupine is really scheming, hahaha! The mysterious man in the spectator seat smiled at Ding Qingkun on the side and asked, "Do you think these two guys can escape?" ”

Ding Qingkun frowned slightly, but immediately responded with a smile, "It's going to be dead!" Your Highness, you are waiting to receive the money. Hahahaha...... "Hearing Ding Qingkun's words, there was laughter in the audience, but there was an ominous omen in his heart.

Is that really the end there? The Blood Demon Mai Rong shook his head slightly, and said to the people next to him, "Look at it, this stupid pig is going to die, I guess it's even ..." ”

Yes! The subordinate next to Mai Rong was immediately shocked by his master's words, and looked at the venue in a daze, but he saw another unforgettable scene!

Bishma (slave) used the light speed of the weapon to shoot like a flying sword on the stone wall guard on the left periphery, poured all the momentum on his left foot, kicked it fiercely, and Bishma (slave) jumped out in reverse.

When the angry porcupine saw that its shot had failed, and that the form of the Bishma (slave) was infinitely dilated in its pupils, it was terrified and swung its head to the left in horror, trying to avoid the affected area on its head. At this moment, it was scared, this guy was too fast, so fast that he couldn't completely dodge the opponent's attack every time, "Whew! The stinging porcupine roared angrily.

However, the foolish fellow, who pretended to be clever, guessed wrongly, and this time the target of the Bishma (slave) was not the wound on its head, but the socket of the right forefoot, which is the inner part of the junction between the thigh and the calf, and the flesh is soft and very elastic, but it is also the weakest point of defense.

But by the time it was too late for the stinging porcupine to react, it still tried to turn around and try to get its giant tail to slap the pesky flying insect to death, but it was too late. Just listen to "Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and one of the hammers of the pestle snapped into the middle of its right forefoot. Thump! The entire head of the stabbing porcupine fell to the ground, and the attack on its tail had to be stopped.

But this is not the most terrifying, Bishma (slave) three times and twice attacked to create a fatal opportunity for Piyush, this time Piyush finally did not let go, only to see his body rolling forward suddenly stopped, his feet pedaled hard, both hands raised his amphora war hammer high above his head, at this moment Piyush is like a god and demon descending to the earth with a thousand momentum, smashing downward.

The angry thorn porcupine looked over his head in despair, and the huge amphora warhammer was infinitely enlarged in its pupils, "Whew! It roared unwillingly.

Boom! A muffled sound was followed by a click! There was a sound of bones shattering, and the amphora hammer smashed into the head of the angry porcupine, poof! Bright red blood spurted out like a fountain a foot-high, staining Piyush all over his body as blood-red as a war demon.

Piyush glared angrily at the spectators around the arena, "Ula! With a roar of rage, he pulled the blood-red amphora from the skull of the angry stabbing porcupine and held it high above his head. Raising his head to the sky, he roared, "Ulla! Ulla! "Just like this, he held his amphora war hammer around the field, like a god and demon ancestor.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Amrit first stood up from inside the auditorium, high-fived and celebrated, poof! A large basin of bright red blood poured down from the viewing platform, dyeing Piyush's body a blood-red color, which was the best tribute of the gods and demons to the hero.

Then, all the demons in the surrounding spectator seats stood up and cheered for the winner, and at this moment, the audience thundered with joy, "Ula! Ulla! The shouts resounded through the nine heavens, and all the demons shouted excitedly, only the two demon generals of the Great Perfection of the Demon Soldiers really killed the two-hundred-year-old angry stabbing porcupine. This is the blessing of the ancestors of the gods and demons, and the gods and demons will win, Ula! All the demons were roaring wildly.

And at this time, the mysterious man on the southern viewing platform was not allowed to stand and cheer, and he muttered, "Hmm! I really underestimated them this time, this little guy is really amazing. Alas! Saying that, the mysterious man looked at Ding Qingkun beside him and asked, "What's the name of the little guy below?" How much do you know about him? ”

Seeing the look on the other side, Ding Qingkun was funny in his heart, hum! But you demons came to ask me, isn't this funny? But he still had to deal with it, "You're talking about him, right?" He pointed to the bottom and said, "His name is Piyush, I heard that it is from the Blood Demon Clan-Gegengar, I don't know the specifics." ”

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a mysterious man, "It's not him!" He waved his hand and leaned over to look into the field, but he didn't see the person he was looking for, so he hurriedly asked, "I'm asking about the little guy's partner, where did the other little guy go?" Why don't you see him? ”

Ding Qingkun hurriedly poked his head out and looked around the interior of the field, pointed to the rest area on the other side and said, "Your Highness, look, he went over there to prepare for the next duel." ”

"That's right, it's him!" The mysterious man's eyes were full of appreciation, and he said: "Victory is not arrogant and defeated, good!" The little guy is kind of interesting, haha! ”

Ding Qingkun then took over and said, "It turns out that Your Highness, you are asking about him?" The words were full of doubt.

The mysterious man turned his face and stared at Ding Qingkun's eyes and asked: "Of course I'm talking about him, if it weren't for this little guy, I'm afraid that the person below would have died a long time ago, I seem to have heard the next person reply that he had seen this little guy on Xiangyin Mountain, well..... have you seen it?" His eyes were full of inquiry.

Ding Qingkun hurriedly replied: "Is this little guy?" I don't know him very well, but I heard the people on my side reply that his name is Bishma (slave), and the person who passed the word said that he seems to be a demon in Xiangyin Mountain, and his mother seems to be a human race. ”

Ding Qingkun smiled and shook his head, "Of course, this is purely a lie, there are very few hunters in the gods and demons who live alone in the mountains, and this (slave) character naturally means that he is a slave, but which tribe escaped from the future, this..."Ding Qingkun shrugged helplessly, "I can't find out." ”

"Good!" The mysterious man whispered to the subordinates beside him, "You go and ask that little guy," he pointed to the rest area where the little hairball was located, "If you are willing to come to the Snow Mountain Department or the Snow Holy Department, if you are willing, I can announce the cancellation of the gambling fight in the future, and I don't need to participate in the next god and demon trial, I can directly send him into the God and Demon Holy Mountain to cultivate, if there are other requirements, you can also mention." ”

On the other side, the little furball looked at the sweaty Bishma (slave) and hurriedly threw a large piece of silk handkerchief over, and then asked, "What, don't you go up there to accept the celebration of the gods and demons?" Why did you come back so early? They looked at each other with a grin.

Bishma wiped the sweat from his face and body, sat down and drank a glass of water, and then bowed his head embarrassedly and said, "I'm so quiet, it's too noisy up there, and it's not the pig I killed, it's better for Piyush to go." ”

"Hahaha......" The little furball laughed as if he had heard a big joke, and only after laughing did he speak: "You, you are too heavy-minded, and you don't know when your heart knot will be untied." ”

As soon as he said this, someone sent in two invitations, one from the Snow Mountain Department and the Snow Saint Department, and listed all kinds of favorable conditions. But at this moment, the blue wolf-Ancabi also stepped in, and asked with a chuckle: "Yes, the olive branch thrown by other tribes so quickly, which one is this?" There was a smile in his eyes.

Little Furball didn't hand over the invitation, but returned it untouched, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Ancabi, why did you come back soon, I brought all my things?" ”

"Oh! and they were all sent to the Gegengar tent. It's just that the blue wolf-Ancabi smiled maliciously and looked at the little furball and said, "Alas, it's just that there is something here, and the king of the northern foot said that it is very precious, and I must hand it over to you personally." As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized jar from his bosom and threw it directly into the little furball's hand.

The little furball put the jar under his nose and sniffed it, then took it to his chest and shook it, looked at the blue wolf with a smile and asked, "What, is my Uncle Ancabi red-eyed?" ”

Blue Wolf Ancabi smiled and waved his hand and said, "Hey! I'm fine, it's just that once you are discovered by others, I'm afraid you'll have to hunt you down for thousands of miles! Hahaha......"

On the other side, there was laughter and laughter in the rest area of Blood Fiend-Mai Rong, who fiddled with the spar he had won, and said to his subordinates with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "You! It's just that the courage is too small, I said that you have to not listen to the five thousand spars, so you voted two thousand, you see, this is a lot less money, alas! ”

Bending over, Blood Demon Mai Rong took a large piece of the lower grade spar in his hand and checked it, and then deliberately shouted at the lower man, "You count how much I won this time, and give me all bets later, I can still block those two little guys from winning." "Apparently yelled at the people in the lounge area next door.

"You!" Troll-Bim, who was already red-eyed, heard the next door so insulting him, poked his head over with his hand on the guardrail partition, and roared, "You bastard, okay, you just wait to collect the bodies of them!" Then he turned his head and roared at his subordinates, "Go get 10,000 lower grade spars, and then go to the stone tablet in the south and wait, wait for the game to start later, and then bet all on me!" ”

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