However, Huang Haiqing was horrified to find that as time went by, he did not show signs of recovery in the future, the temporarily dispersed battle spirit reappeared in the soul gathering style, and the cold ice battle flow in my body, which was originally quite smart, was losing at an unprecedented rate, he had frozen the wound on his chest, and there was no excess blood flowing out of his body, but he felt as if he was slowly bleeding to death, and the cold and sharp ice energy was rapidly softening, turning into a more cold sense of powerlessness.

At this time, he realized that he had already fallen into the opponent's plot.

Nearly a breath had passed, but the account still hadn't coalesced, and the ice power had broken down faster and faster. All the sensations in his body seemed to warn him that he had been poisoned by Sanyuan, but the problem was that Huang Haiqing didn't know when he was poisoned, he couldn't imagine when the magic poisoned him, and he couldn't tolerate that a boxer fighter could be poisoned by a person like a righteous swordsman on the other side.

"You, you, you, what did you do to me?" Wang Haiqing couldn't control the panic in his heart for a while, and asked such a question. He seemed to see the magician sneering, but when he looked closely, the magician still had a grim expression, and there was no smile at all. Huang Haijun felt a great panic, and in this panic, he instinctively remembered some kind of forbidden technique, this technique was a means between the Sword of the Chosen and the Chosen Spear, that is, to make himself physically disabled and conjure a black form weapon for a day.

He looked away and looked down at his left hand silently.

"Anyway, if you can get out of here alive, there is a way to kill a person and shed his skin and recover himself. It didn't take much time for Huang Haijun to make up his mind, and the tips of the middle fingers of his left hand emitted a striking blood-colored light.

It takes him less than a second to unleash this black heart's technique, and for him, it is a chance to turn the tables in the blink of an eye.

However, the chance of a comeback never existed, because the enemy in front of him, the silver-colored magician, had always been more impatient than him.

"I thought I would explain it and make your death feel safer, but now it seems that I am a little white. Silver Dust quickly raised his hand, raised his hand with the gesture of Demon Crying and Slashing Fist, did not punch, only aimed his index finger at Huang Haiqing's eyebrows, and before the red light on the middle finger of Huang Haiqing's left hand could spread to his entire arm, judgment came.

"Avada asks for his life. ”

Three seconds later, the edge of the ring sounded the sound of a mechanism turning. The iron cage cracked, and the magician couldn't get out of it like a freed prisoner. A master of Ouchi silently got into the iron cage and hugged Huang Haiqing, who had turned into a stone statue, out, and then a few small yellow doors went in to clean the ring.

Yinchen looked around, Du Chuanchang was already standing outside the ring, admiring his work, his opponent was a young man from the Red Devil Gate, at this time, rolling and howling in the iron cage, begging Du Chuanchang to raise his noble hand and give him a quick and decent death, but unfortunately, Du Chuanchang, who defected to Jianzhou Farmer, was no longer human.

There was nothing in him that could be called compassion.

As for those who wanted to quit when the iron cage was raised in high school, they had already become useless corpses at this time, and their deaths were strange, and some could even be called plastic arts.

The magician glanced at the dead people gloomily, shook his head slightly, and said nothing, these boxers, when facing the righteousness of the country, may not be so ruthless and resolute, when facing personal fame and fortune, one by one, the ability is stronger than the other, no wonder, since Xi'er stole the ice power from the silver dust and carried it forward into Tianze, he did not call himself the ice source, he still called himself the wind source, he manipulated the cold ice, and the two of them actually didn't think much of it in their hearts.

The magician who returned from victory was respectfully invited by Xiao Huangmen to sit at another table, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and the people who were at the same round table with him were all killers. The magician wanted to open his mouth to ask them how the killers competed in the competition, but he opened his mouth and finally didn't make any sound. Those killers in Lingxiao Pavilion are also old rivers and lakes who are good at intelligence, and when they saw his silver hair like wire, they all tensed the muscles on their bodies, and they were really worried that he would be in a bad mood, and they would all be turned into ashes with a fire.

The table is full of delicacies, and there is a wine jar under the table, and there is also an appetizing and mellow aroma of wine, but even in the eyes of a certain table next to it, there seems to be a layer of holy and unique black mist floating on the table full of delicacies and wines, and even many people maliciously speculate that the young and ignorant silver-haired boy was poisoned and died the moment he put his chopsticks into the vegetable kiln.

And the silver dust sitting at this table has no appetite at all.

He simply didn't look at the so-called killers, he stared at the ring that was gradually emptied in the distance, from the beginning to now, almost two breaths have passed, and most of the ring has been decided. Yinchen saw it very clearly, the little yellow men and the big inner masters who arranged the sessions did not really catch people randomly, but matched them according to the strength of the rumors in the rivers and lakes, and matched every famous young master who wanted to get ahead, and matched every strong person with an unknown ordinary person. Yinchen's encounter with Huang Haiqing under Long Aotian is a routine operation, and the Red Devil Gate that Du Chuanchang encountered is a small remnant, and he himself is a pustule without a few taels of ability. In this competition, which can be regarded as the first round of the play-in competition, Ying Tianfu Imperial Court actually put a lot of thought into it, did not let the strong meet the strong in advance, and did not give the so-called weak any chance to benefit.

Although it is said that they are all masters of Citi's unification of the universe, and they are all the pinnacle of the first level, I am under such a selection standard, and most of the people who can sit in the Tongshen Pavilion are also grandiose and want to step on the name of the masters of the rivers and lakes.

Decades ago, when 10,000 people were young, all the young people in the world would not have any doubts about his strength, if 10,000 people stood in the ring, then usually more than ninety percent of the people in charge would choose to run away directly, rather than stupidly go up to challenge, because the gap in strength is so obvious that people can't argue.

Silver Dust sat behind the table, the smell of vegetables filling his nose seemed to have no way to affect him at all, and all the killers around him seemed to be hungry one by one, several people reached out to lift their chopsticks, but no one dared to open their mouths to eat, and no one dared to speak. At the Silver Dust table, the atmosphere was treacherous and depressing, even a little terrifying.

After ten rests, the second ring competition began. There are only 64 rings, and only 128 people can come up to show their abilities in each game, and the number of people who want to participate in the competition exceeds 1,000 in the Tongshen Hall, and the time of the competition is not limited, so it is said that it takes five or six days to wait for the second round. During this period, those who win the first round can enjoy the services provided by the temple, while those who lose will be thrown out of the door like frozen pork.

Yinchen's eyes patrolled through the iron cages erected, and saw Liang Yunfeng condense into darkness with a cold ice battle stream, shaking his hands, and shot 36 rounds of bone penetrating awls, directly shooting the opponent into a sieve, that song is really familiar, that is Yinchen's habit of giving birth and destroying Luo Xinqu in the bear market in the early years, and now, the true body of Shengsheng Luoxian Qu has long disappeared from heaven and earth.

He lowered his gaze slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Bingjie, a little-known girl from the Blue Devil Gate, seems to have the same fighting spirit as Du Chuanchang, her tender five fingers are transformed into jellyfish stinger silks, and she instantly puts down her opponent like high-voltage electricity, but she does not take advantage of the victory to pursue. Her opponent shouted and threw in the iron cage in despair, begging those Ouchi masters to open the iron cage and let him live, but a certain Ouchi master walked up to their iron cage and threw down a sentence: "If you can't win or lose, you two will be trapped in this iron cage." ”

Bingjie had no choice but to sprinkle a little poison and quickly ended the person's life.

As for the others, they also directly use the ice to unfold the ice circle, summoning semi-liquid cold qi from the ice circle to attack each other, and at the same time as the fist to the flesh, the ice spikes explode, and various forms of frost spikes stabbed the opponent's ice heavy armor, but whenever one person broke the defense, the cold cold qi preceded the ice spikes of those entities, rushed into the enemy's lungs, froze the organs, and made the enemy die of exhaustion. Therefore, after the two rings, there were few bleeding people, while the blood coagulated and the body liquefied. Yinchen only remembered at this time that above the rivers and lakes, the bloodthirsty and crazy forbidden technique was not a secret at all, and beating the enemy to blood would stimulate their ferocity, and the dying counterattack was more likely to become a comeback. The vast majority of fighters don't make such a low-level mistake.

The boring second ring battle was really as smelly and long as the old lady's footwrap, and Yinchen originally wanted to take a serious look at it and lay a foundation for his upcoming career as a "martial arts magician", but looking at the way those people punched me and I punched one leg at a glance, it really made him drowsy, and he suddenly realized at this time that the realm of himself and these guys was already different.

Although the realms are different, there is not much difference in strength, if he doesn't have all kinds of magical means, sooner or later he will be killed by that cold ice punch. Although the fighters are not fast, they are surprisingly powerful, far more difficult to deal with than the samurai who use the Gang Wind, and the War Spirit gives the fighters unlimited body transformation and recovery ability, and ice has always been a more offensive element than the wind. Silver Dust ascends to the throne of the gods and can live forever, but he still has to face the so-called Ragnarok, the uncertain catastrophe, and if he can't be a god well, he will still be eliminated by the godkiller chosen by Xiel.

This is also the reason why Silver Dust has always been wary of Xi'er, he is equivalent to a source god, and there is a big difference between him and the real law god, that is, the sourceless god who ascends to the throne by his own strength, so even if he is already different from these people, he has to come to this so-called gathering.

By the end of the second ring match, it seemed that the sun had set, and Silver Dust, who was the god of law, vaguely felt a hint of hunger, while the killers at the same table were already hungry, licking their lips equally frequently in the aroma of the delicacies that had been replaced frequently. Yinchen made a straight face, the expression on his immature face was like a stone carving, not speaking, not moving, not eating, not drinking, like an iron-boned scholar who was on a hunger strike, in fact, any god, especially the Fa God, didn't want to starve himself to death, he could have imitated the sages and lived in the valley, but in order to enjoy life, he still thought of some ways to make himself feel hungry, at this time, the slight hunger was like the automatic time of a clock for Yinchen, telling him that there were less than two quarters of an hour to be the time of the lamp.

At the same time, this hunger also told him that the killers around him, who had not eaten water for almost a day, were being catalyzed into zombies by hunger.

Silver Dust knew that the stamina and will of the killers were not very good, or that they were only a little better than the weak ones who didn't even dare to enter the killers. These killers may be able to go in the wild, in order to assassinate a guy with the power of ice to protect their bodies, for a day and a night without eating or drinking, but it is absolutely impossible for them to endure the temptation of the smell of the delicacies of Table Mountain and the sea at the same time.

Silver Dust wasn't sure how long they would last in the siege of this scent, the only thing he was sure of was that the food must be poisonous.

Otherwise, what if the little yellow door arranged such a strange seat?

Silver Dust vaguely felt that this Tongshen Pavilion was not a bloody gladiatorial arena, but a real Gu cultivation ground. The Yue Emperor, who is the same age as him, may also have inherited some of the genes of the Spirit Emperor, and he is a guy who does great things in his bones, he kneels down to Jianzhou slaves as a son, and on the other hand, he cultivates a killing blood blade in some extreme way behind his back, which is a natural measure, but even if it is the crown of the God of Law, he must sigh, this child was born at the wrong time.

Emperor Yue's means, courage and perseverance are not as good as one billionth of his true king uncle, but Yinchen does not mean to force him, as an emperor, he regards the country as his private property, and naturally loves the country one by one, but the problem is that such patriotism is not the same as loving the people.

Only when you love the people can the people be better patriotic. The true king did not hesitate to "take refuge in the puppet sect" to build infrastructure in the province, instead of raising taxes on the poor like the Yue Emperor, which is the real skill of a king.

Yinchen was thinking about it, and suddenly saw that the masters of Ouchi were active again, and caught up with a pair of young talents into the ring, among them, the most eye-catching pair was actually a Xuanzi and Wang Shenhai.