Several other guards also stepped forward separately, each of them put down a few hundred crystals, and most of them were on the stage, they were all invited by Scar, and they had their own share afterwards, so there was no need to put on a show.

It is worth mentioning that the fifth level is a dwarf, short and dry, only as tall as Yan San's waist, and he tiptoed to reach the table when betting on Yuanjing, which made Yan San want to laugh.

Listening to Lao Bai's introduction, this person is a notorious "blood ghost baby", who practiced an evil sect exercise, and finally refined the exercises, and also refined himself to be neither human nor ghost, his heart changed greatly, and he was the most cruel and easy to kill, he killed dozens of people in the crying abyss to practice evil skills, and he didn't know how many people killed outside, and he cultivated three heavens, and the reason why he didn't sit on the chair of the boss of the West District was because he didn't want to do anything to show his face.

Also, with that ghost look, you can sleep on the chair sideways, and it's hard not to make people laugh.

After the delivery was completed, the bell rang sharply three times, and the continuous wild ringing suppressed the clamor of the wicked, and after a pause, the bell ringer mustered all his strength to make a big bang, and a low and grand bell spread far away, shaking people's ear drums and wanting to shrink their heads.

"Deathmatch 1, begin!"

Yan San sighed secretly in his heart, sure enough, his fists didn't show up and he didn't even let him speak, and the death match was so decided, and he didn't consult him at all.

Yan San twisted his neck, pulling his muscles and bones like a thunderbolt like a bean, slowly peeled off his upper clothes, with a pair of short knives stuck in his waist, and roared, a dark black firework rose in his eyes, like a tiger out of the mountains and forests, and stepped into the middle. Although the stride is slow, it is strong and rebellious, and the head and face are rebellious, firmly locking on the first man to appear on the field.

The man in the field dressed as a scholar, looking ghostly under the dark crying abyss, carrying a long sword at his waist, straight and simple, adding a bit of chic pleasure.

Smiling scholar, second-order spirituality. This person seems to be a scholar, harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, he has a smiling face and a black heart, and he is the most insidious and ruthless. In order to compete for a fourth-order elixir, the black hand stabbed to death the righteous brothers who had been friends for seven years, causing the comrades in the rivers and lakes to hate and kill, and finally fled to the crying abyss. The strength is barely passable, and he is a big and small leader in the Western District, and with his status and power, he is becoming more and more ruthless.

"Nobody in the Lower West Side, don't mention the worldly name, I cried and shouted that the brothers of the Yuan Dynasty carried their love and gave him the name of 'Xiaoxiaosheng'. This fight is also a last resort, you and I can just point to the end, don't hurt the brother's harmony. I look at the little brother's extraordinary weapon, it must not be a thing in the pool, I hope the little brother will be merciful, and I haven't asked the name of the little brother yet?"

The smile was full of smiles, not mentioning the fight, and first made a gesture at the three groups of Yan, and said humbly.

Lao Bai had already told Yan San that this person was detailed, and it was related to his entire net worth, and Lao Bai worked hard and sold this smile and laughed thoroughly.

Yan San knew the details of this black-hearted scholar, and his skinny mentality at this time was also maturing in the bloody battle, not at all like the age and mind that appeared on the surface, how could he still talk about this hypocritical thing, and reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

Before the words fell, Xiaoxiaosheng was slow again, Yan San was irritable, and a black light shot out from the back of his neck under the head hooked by Xiaoxiaosheng, pointing directly at Yan San's chest and abdomen, and then without stopping, his feet kicked lightly one after another, and two black lights burst out, although Xiaoxiaosheng's eyes were gone, the two black lights under him went straight to Yan San's lower abdomen.

"Broken Blood Cone!" the old white man was colorless, and he screamed in a lost voice.

The Blood Breaking Cone specializes in breaking the body and cultivating the body, and it needs to be launched with a special machine, such a short distance is more vicious than the crossbow, and the special cone tip is difficult to resist even if it is a third-order body cultivation body.

Yan San was still anxious when he lowered his head with a smile, but the moment the black light shot out, he immediately felt a chill, and the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts felt extremely keen, and immediately felt a sudden cold killing machine, like a hidden poisonous snake spitting letters, ruthless, vicious, cold and ruthless, and a fatal blow.

Almost instinctively, Yan San's mind was unprecedentedly clear, and the thorny steps moved naturally, on one side of his body.

With a muffled snort, Yan San half-knelt on the ground, covering his lower abdomen with one hand, and there was a long blood mark on his chest, and blood gushed out.

Three blood-breaking cones, when the chest one is the most ruthless and the earliest, but also the most caught off guard, even if the thorny step is the enemy's first opportunity, the killing machine is still injured under the hidden outbreak, fortunately avoiding the front, grazing the chest, leaving a long scar like being cut by a knife. And one of the two in the lower abdomen missed, but the other couldn't dodge in such a short time, directly pierced the side of the abdomen, and flew out with a large canopy of blood.

Still underestimate the methods of these wicked people! Yan San lowered his head, half-knelt down, and urged Xue Yutun to quickly recover his talent and repair his wounds, and the fierce light in his eyes was even worse.

"With such skills, this kind of goods, you dare to speak out in front of my Xiaoxiaosheng?" Xiaoxiaosheng smiled, this time it was a heartfelt laughter, the lower abdomen was pierced, even the third order had to kill himself, and the fourth order had to survive for a long time, seriously injured and weak, at this time Yan San was a chicken to be slaughtered.

Two sentences, three cones, get this kid who makes Scar have a huge handicap, Xiaoxiaosheng naturally has the qualifications to sneer.

"When you kill people, you're still a puddle of liquid, right? When I'm polite to you? That's a fool's play! Now you're stupid, aren't you?"

"In this way, kowtow, call me an ancestor, and I will give you a happy death, or I will let you die for two hours, and I will chop you alive." You know, it's rare for you to watch a deathmatch, and you'll die with this sentence, and I'm sorry for your enthusiasm......

Xiaoxiaosheng slowly drew his long sword, raised it above his head, and spun around in a circle, demonstrating to the wicked people around him, and all the wicked people roared loudly: "Kill, kill, kill, blood, blood!blood!"

Xiaoxiaosheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying this distorted pleasure, and turned to Yan San.

Lao Bai covered his forehead with his hands, his face was bitter, and he didn't dare to look at it again.

The arena, especially the death match, has always been a song of blood, and torture is indispensable, but I didn't expect Yan San to be so strong that he would also be on the road, but ...... Broken Blood Cone, where did this bastard get it? Even if Scar is defenseless, he wants to drink hatred, right?

"Don't you scream, don't you want to unload your hand first!" Xiao Xiaosheng was still brewing a malicious lie, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, but he didn't cut it, as if he was waiting for Yan San to speak.

Yan San raised his head, stared at Xiao Xiaosheng and said, "If I call you, will you really give me a good time?"

Xiaoxiaosheng shrugged his shoulders, made a dashing yuppie pose, and said, "Who knows! Maybe, maybe not. 』

Yan San lowered his eyelids, as if hesitating to think, smiled and raised his long sword, and did not urge, waiting for Yan San to call his ancestor. He had already calculated it, and as soon as the third ancestor of Yan shouted, he immediately cut off his hand with a sword, and this kid must have looked surprised, angry, and stunned, as if he didn't believe it was true...... What a pleasing expression that must be!

After a moment, Yan San raised his eyes and smiled at him, "You talk so much!"

Xu is surrounding people were too noisy, Xu didn't expect Yan San to say this, Xu is head hadn't turned a corner, and he smiled and said in amazement: "What did you say?"

"I said......" Yan San rushed up suddenly, his half-squatting leg suddenly bounced up like a suppressed machine spring, and the hand holding the wound pinched his own blood, pinched it into a hard fist, from the bottom up, a punch hooked the sky and broke the clouds, the blood yuan was violent, and rushed straight up, as if to break the sky.

The two were only one step apart, Xiaoxiaosheng's expression was still stunned, and the whole person suddenly flew into the air, and was punched heavily on the chin by Yan Sanhanhan, and the fist was monstrous, blasting Xiaoxiaosheng straight up, soaring five meters high.

In mid-air, blood shot into the sky, carrying flesh, bones, brains, and hair, and rushed up to the green sky with the corpse of this imperishable hypocritical and vicious man, and then fell like raindrops.

The audience suddenly shouted and thundered and laughed suddenly, like a duck that was choked by the neck, and the surrounding evildoers stared blankly at the fist that rushed up more than three meters high, the bones were hideous, with the flesh and blood wind, swaying upward, and the surrounding became the background, and this fist became the only light in the arena.

"I said!" Yan San stood straight on the ground and said, "You talk so much!"

Xiaoxiaosheng's headless corpse slammed to the ground, and he didn't even smoke it, and died completely.

Silence, silence...... Then there was an even louder jubilant sound like thunder.

This is the crying abyss, this is the wicked abyss, it doesn't matter who you die, it doesn't matter whose blood you are, it's dead!

What flows in the veins of this group of wicked people is cruelty, and it is the evil taste that breeds from malice.

This punch in the Heavenly Capture has a famous hall, called Cannon Fist, which is the most domineering. Xiaoxiaosheng was so close, and the angle and orientation were so appropriate, Yan San couldn't help but applaud it, and unceremoniously sent out a "cupola cannon", which made a hearty sound, and also woke up the self who was still a little contemptuous.

As soon as the bell rang, at the end of the first scene, Yan San walked back to the corner and closed his eyes to breathe.

In this scene, Yan San had palpitations.

In terms of real strength, the five Xiaoxiao Sheng Yansan were not afraid to ask themselves, but this kind of vicious method, such a sudden attack, almost ended themselves.

If it weren't for the soul cultivator's keen perception of danger, if it weren't for the thorny footwork instinct, if it weren't for the Ice Wind Cicada King's support for that little bit of ice heart to always be clear, if it weren't for the snow jade swallowing ...... At this time, lying on the cold ground was a splash named Yan San, who fell into the hands of these wicked people, and maybe there would be no corpse.

What a wicked person, what a crying place! Yan San no longer despised luck in his heart.

There was a lot of cheering in the audience, like a celebration of a holiday, and Scar's face was cloudy. Yan San's ability to take it was expected by him, and when Xiao Xiaosheng shot out the 'Blood Breaking Cone', he even scolded angrily in his heart, secretly hating Xiao Xiaosheng for disrupting his plan, and prayed that Yan San could dodge. And when Yan San finally turned the tables and punched the whole thing and laughed and laughed, Scar, who should have been happy, found that he couldn't be happy.