At dusk and sunset, the sky is not yet dark, the streets of Tiandu City are lit up everywhere, and the warblers and swallows dance seem to be leveled all over the world.

Inside the Immortal Building, the noisy sound of cheering and cheering continued to rise.

"Huagong's female slave and Nu Yao have won seven games in a row!"

The words of the big man were like a tide, surging the entire Wuxian Building fierce and crazy.

Hua Gongzi was full of satisfaction with a smile on his face, and it seemed that more and more crystals were pouring into his arms in front of him. Squinting at the bloody and embarrassed people in the audience, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he became more and more reluctant to let go of her, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Nu Yao! Nu Yao! How can you let me let you go!"

Nu Yao's eyes were cold as she watched the door of the competition ring close again, and walked into a tall woman with the mark of a slave on her head, also covered in blood, and the mark on her forehead was like the pattern of a flower on the other side.

Her hand unconsciously lifted up to her forehead, and her gaze was cold: one day she would let this mark disappear from her world forever.

With a start, countless tentacles suddenly appeared on the opposite woman's body and struck her, and the short sword in Nu Yao's hand kept swinging, and the tentacles were cut off by her in a short time.

She stared: The other party turned out to be a demon clan! It seems that she has to fight with a very high expression, no!

The tentacles came at her again, and she kept dodging the dense tentacles on one side of her body. The tentacles of the other party's teeth and claws were endless, and Nu Yao's hands seemed to be numb. She clenched her teeth, no! she had to be close to win.

Thinking of this, her body rushed towards the other party like the wind, but she didn't want the other party's body to be covered with dense tentacles in an instant, seeing this, her body quickly rushed in the other direction, and the same scene appeared.

She was stunned! The other party would be forced into slavery with such a powerful demonic power.

"Nu Yao, come on, haven't you eaten?"

"So cowardly, come forward and attack!"

"Lao Tzu presses you to win, and if you lose, Lao Tzu will kill you. ”

Nu Yao's brows furrowed, and she felt irritable in her heart: These people are so noisy, they really want to stab with a sword. The woman on the other side looked at her with a beautiful face, and the horns of a pair of branches on her head trembled slightly, and it seemed that the other party was very happy.

"I heard that you have won seven games in a row, which really impresses me!"

The woman said it lightly or seriously, as if she was talking about something inconsequential, but the light crumbs on the corners of her mouth Nu Yao could still see clearly. She snorted heavily, didn't answer the woman, and leaned forward again.

When the woman saw the corner of her mouth chuckling, she started to defend, but the figure in front of her flashed, her shoulder hurt, and blood suddenly dripped down.

Her face was slightly angry, the woman glared angrily, and Nu Yao was suddenly entangled by countless tentacles, the tentacles tightly covered her whole body, and her body kept struggling, but the tentacles became tighter and tighter. She secretly screamed that it was not good, now she can't move her whole body, what should she do?

At this moment, her mind lit up, and her hands turned in a different direction. The short sword in her hand was slashed by her backhand, and the tentacles were broken, but because of too much force, a wound under the crack in the clothes behind her was bloody.

The woman's face was stunningly beautiful, she could still get out of danger like this! Looking at the shocking wound, the woman smiled

Her stubbornness had to be admired by the other party, but the woman's cold gaze told her that the other party would not give up easily. As soon as the thought flashed, the tentacles in the sky quickly attacked Nu Yao, and Nu Yao's body kept jumping and dodging, and her hands kept waving the short sword.

Countless, never-ending tentacles, her hands numbly waving. Her forehead was sweating like rain, her face was pale, she really couldn't imagine that the woman's attack would be so long.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and Nu Yao was panting heavily, and for a moment a tentacle swept over, and the thin blood on her arm's clothes was torn and suddenly flowed out.

Nu Yao looked at the woman opposite tightly, the other party planned to fight a protracted battle, to consume her physical strength, and then she had no power to fight back, thinking of this, she was afraid for a while, and she had to find the other party's death hole.

Lifting her whole strength, her body kept shuttling around the airtight tentacles. The ground was covered with debris, layer upon layer of broken tree debris, creaking when stepped on.

Nu Yao's body kept flashing, as if it dazzled the eyes of the woman opposite, and the tentacles she controlled actually slowed down. The female Yao was overjoyed, it was a good time to aim at a gap and quickly stab at the woman with the short sword in her hand.

But she didn't want the other party to suddenly hook her lips and smile, Nu Yao was shocked, she was fooled. But she didn't have time to stop her movements. At this moment, a thick tentacle stabbed her heart, and the sound of flesh piercing was slightly on the side of her body.

"Ahh

The woman's eyes widened and she stared at her in disbelief, the short sword piercing her heart, while her tentacles only pierced Nu Yao's right shoulder.

With a "bang", the tentacles that covered the arena broke and shattered into slag falling in the sky, and the woman also shattered into slag.

With a "bang", Nu Yao's body fell to the ground.

After a while, she struggled to her feet, her face turned pale, and it was obvious that she had lost too much blood. She struggled inwardly: No! she couldn't fall yet.

Fighting one after another, she seemed to be a god of death from hell, her hands were stained with the blood of someone I don't know, and the smell was terrible, she was like a red eye, and it seemed that without killing, it would not be her.

With a loud bang, Nu Yao's body was slammed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. "Ahem," she got up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, she looked at the man holding the long sword opposite, the sword in the man's hand flickered coldly, but she was not afraid.

She laughed, and in the last one, as long as she held on to this one, she was free. Dragging her body full of wounds, she picked up the short sword on the side where it had been struck, and the palm of the sword was full of sword marks, caused by her exerting too much force.

The wounds on her shoulder and under the right side of her face were even more shocking! She gritted her teeth in pain with every step, but she could only grit her teeth tightly.

Holding a short sword in his hand, the sound of the intersection of the ping pong and the weapons, the confrontation between the long sword and the short sword, the other man's swordsmanship is exquisite, and compared to him, the female Yao is not an opponent at all.

"Hiss," there was a small sound, and a stream of blood flowed from her right wrist, and the other party's sword was like an eye that singled out her weak point, and Nu Yao knew that she could no longer be passive.

Suddenly, her body quickly moved away from the man, and the other party's unhurried movements seemed to be like a lamb to the slaughter, extremely weak.

There is only one thought in Nu Yao's heart, and that is victory. Her body struck the man like the wind again. The dagger stabbed the man in the face, and the man dodged on one side.

She kicked the wall, stepped on the wall with her legs, and cut the man's shoulder again, and the man easily dodged, she gritted her teeth and lifted her strength again, and her body stabbed at the man again like the wind. Seeing that the short sword was about to stab the other party's chest, the cold light flashed in front of her, and she felt a pain in her abdomen, and immediately withdrew with her strength.

"Shhhhh

In pain, she distorted her facial features, and the long sword took away a string of blood flowers from her, and the blood flowers fell in the air like countless red plums. Her face and lips were pale from the profuse bleeding.

"Phew. She fell to her knees with a weak knee, her right hand weakly holding the sword, the short sword falling to the ground, and her left hand tightly covering the bloody wound.

"You've won nine games in a row, you're already good, I'll send you on your way today. ”