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At the other end, Amrit's eyes narrowed and he looked into the arena, one hand groping his chin, but at the moment he liked this temporary partner more and more. I thought in my heart: Well, don't be surprised when things change, okay! In this way, it seems that they are gifts from the ancestors of gods and demons, hum! I am bound to win the position of the Demon Emperor!

However, the bodies of Piyush and Bishma (slaves) in the field did not move at all, they both held the weapons in their hands tightly, their bodies slightly bowed forward, and their legs were accumulating energy that was about to explode, but they couldn't move at this moment!

Seeing such a scene, a burst of laughter immediately erupted in the waiting area where they were preparing for the second game, "Scared silly, let's see, they can't be wetting their pants, right?" Hahaha! Seeing this, the troll-Beame threw a piece of red silk satin into the arena and shouted, "Let's wipe it first, it's not good to cry your nose to see the ancestors of gods and demons!" ”

Are Piyush and Bishma (slaves) stupid at this moment? Of course not. Bishma (slave) had participated in several previous battles with Little Furball, and he was no longer a young chick for the first time, and he could see that although the angry porcupine at this time was like a mountain, it seemed that the impact was very huge, but the real speed was not fast.

Bishma (slave) sneered in his heart, this demon beast just wants to scare us away with such momentum, so that it can be easily divided and hit it, hum! Bishma (slave) looked ahead without blinking, and whispered in his mouth, "Don't panic, listen to me, or you get off me!" ”

"Hmm!" Piyush answered, but at this moment his heart was extremely nervous, his palms were slightly damp, and his heart was beating faster and faster with the trembling of the ground. Piyush could feel his legs and stomach trembling slightly, and who could not be afraid of the fierce impact of the mountains?! A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, dripped onto his eyelashes, and sliced his eyes wet, and Piyush had to blink.

But at this moment, suddenly the Bishma (slave) beside him roared in shock, "Ula! "It's a clarion call for offense.

Bishma (slave) flew into the air with a roar, and Piyush followed, clutching his amphora in both hands and rolling towards the left side of the angry porcupine.

At the moment when the two demon players had just started, the pace of the angry stabbing porcupine suddenly stopped. Its giant tail of steel slammed into it, aiming at the spot where Piyush and Bishma (slaves) had stood. I heard a loud bang, and the stone wall guard behind him shattered, and the gravel and dust scattered in all directions.

But at this moment, the attack of Bishma (slave) also arrived, and I saw him smash the sky-high pestle in his hand fiercely, and roared angrily, "Go to death!" "Weng! With the cold wind, Bishma (slave) wants to win in danger, only to listen to the click! With a bang, the pestle struck the affected area of the pighol's head again, and with this second blow, a large stream of blood splattered out like a spring.

"Whew!" The angry porcupine roared, shook its head, and threw the Bishma (slave) out again.

Just as Bishma (slave)'s body was thrown away, Piyush's attack also arrived, and he suddenly exerted force under his feet while rolling forward, and raised his amphora war hammer high above his head with both hands, and his body jumped up suddenly, and his mouth roared "Ula!" ”

Call! The huge amphora slammed into the head of the furious stabbing porcupine, and his target was the wound that had been struck twice by Bishma. However, because Piyush's eyes were blurred by sweat at the beginning, he set off a step late, causing a gap between the two attacks, and it was precisely because of this gap that the angry porcupine had a chance to dodge.

I saw the angry porcupine desperately twist its head to the other side, dodging the third fatal attack, and only heard a dull sound coming from the gambling arena, click! It was followed by a furious porcupine howl, whoa! I saw that all of a sudden, his limbs jumped forward, boom! The thud knocked Piyush out again, more than ten feet away.

With a plop, Piyush fell to the ground, poof! Then another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Bishma (slave) leaped up to Piyush and asked in a low voice, "How is my brother still standing?" ”

Piyush gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, nodded and said, "No problem! ”

Ay! Amrit sighed, just a little bit, shook his head, and smiled wryly.

Hum! These two little guys are really interesting, and the mysterious person on the viewing platform can't help but sigh. Then I saw him instructing the subordinates beside him: "You go and get eight hundred low-grade spirit stones, let them set up four war drums around the venue, and find a few wrestlers to go and cheer for the drums, and those low-grade spars will be used as payment."

In a short time, four huge beast-faced war drums appeared in the surrounding viewing seats, and the rumbling drums pushed this bloody atmosphere further to the climax.

Parta, who was on the sidelines, saw the brothers fall to the ground twice and be injured, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and glared angrily into the arena, and asked without looking back, "Great Chief, do you think they can win this time?" ”

"Huh?" Some absent-minded little furballs had not yet adapted to such a title, and they were gently pushed by the old chief Mateus before they reacted, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, this stupid guy is dead." ”

"Really?" Parta turned his head and looked at the little furball behind him in surprise and asked, "Great Chief, you didn't lie to me?" ”

Little Furball shook his head with a smile and asked, "Why do you need to ask me if you don't believe me?" ”

"It's not! No! The little ones don't dare. Parta hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by the little furball waving his hand, and said, "You can watch with peace of mind, this stupid guy must be dead!" ”

The reason why the little furball is so determined is because it can be seen that Bishma (slave) has not used all his strength, as if he still wants the angry porcupine to die at the hands of Piyush and deliberately does it. Ay! The little furball was about to lament in his heart, and he didn't know when the shackles on the mind of Bishma (slave) would be removed, and who would be able to remove it for him? Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, it's not me anyway, his mind is all over the demons.

"Master, look, isn't this big stupid pig going to lose?" Suddenly such words came from the waiting area outside the venue. The troll-Beam, with a snap, slapped his own subordinate fiercely, pointed at the tip of his subordinate's nose and scolded angrily, "You crow's mouth, what do you say?" The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he went up and kicked the person in front of him directly to the ground.

Only then did he point his finger at the arena with hatred and roared angrily, "Look, that Piyush has already vomited blood twice and is about to die, and my little henchman is no match for the angry porcupine, hum!" ”

Troll-Beam pointed his finger at the subordinate who had just been kicked over by himself, and shouted, "You take five thousand low-grade hedron to the stone tablet in the south now, and tell them that I, Troll-Bhim, bet that these two guys will die in the first game today." Go! Looking at the half-hunched subhuman troll, Beam, roared.

At this moment, the group of demons who were still laughing just now in the surrounding spectator seats are now quiet, staring blankly at the confrontation scene in the arena, and some people are muttering one after another, "Could it be that we made a mistake this time?" Look at the bloody wound on the head of the angry porcupine, good boy! Why don't you go north and bet a little bit on what if? Anyway, we can lose less, right? ”

When the demons on the spectator table muttered and got up to go to the north to place a bet again, suddenly Amrit's decree came from the viewing platform in the north: The north betting table is closed!

The same words were also heard from the viewing platform on the opposite south, and the demons in the surrounding viewing seats became anxious, and a four-armed war demon rushed directly to the drum platform and kicked the wrestler who was beating the drum over, grabbed the drumstick and roared while beating the drum fiercely, "Rush over!" You big stupid pig, Lao Tzu has put most of his life's hard work on you, you know? Bastard, if you dare to lose, Lao Tzu will not live your pigskin! ”

At this point, the air in the arena seemed to freeze. With the rumbling drums from the surrounding spectator seats, everyone's hearts rose to their throats, no one dared to underestimate these two young generals who only had the Great Perfection of the Demon Soldier Period, they had already proved themselves with their strength!

Suddenly, in the waiting area next to the troll-Bhim, the blood demon, Mai Rong stood up and greeted this side, "The second one is you, be careful, I hope you can come out alive!" Hahahaha......"

"You, what's so proud?" Troll-Beam pointed his finger at Male's hateful face and roared, "I don't know how these two guys will be killed by the angry stabbing porcupine, huh!"

Call! As the white clouds drifted in the air, a breeze blew down from the sky, and the nose of the angry porcupine also moved, as if enjoying the breeze, and even the long thorns on its back were swaying slightly with the wind.

Call! Call! Call! Immediately after that, the angry porcupine spewed out a large amount of white gas from its nostrils again, but these white gases drifted away with the wind, completely enveloping the area where it was.

Hehe, seeing such a scene, there were laughter around the venue from time to time, and some people sighed, "Alas, beasts are beasts, you talk about it, you know that the white gas is spewed out and then gathered into a white crystal ball to smash people's homes, you don't look at the wind at this time, then these white gases are not blown away with the wind, alas!" It's over, it looks like it's a miserable loss this time! ”

Is it?! Bishma (slave) shook his head softly in his heart, and reminded his companion in a low voice: "Brother, keep an eye on the fog in front of you, listen to me, this time I will be left and right." ”

"Hmm!" Piyush stared intently ahead, and his mouth answered.

Just when everyone was waiting a little impatiently, suddenly Bishma's ears moved slightly, and in such a noisy environment, Bishma (slave) still caught the faint abnormal sound "Thorn!" With this strange sound, Bishma (slave) burst out, "Ulla! He stepped forward and shot to the left front.