Ling Feng stepped step by step onto the platform of the death arena, and watched from a distance as a huge figure with a mountain of body came up from the other end of the platform.

"Strength!"

Ling Feng stared at the flame giant hammer wielded in the warrior's hand, and he felt a suffocating oppressive force rolling in the air with the hammer.

"Damn, it's really a martial artist who restrains Lao Tzu's spiritual skills, is this death arena deliberate? Doesn't it mean that this place is the most fair?"

He was really deceived by the seemingly cruel and fair illusion of the death arena, and forgot that the fundamental purpose of the death arena's operation is to make a profit, and since it is for profit, then this kind of wonderful and unexpected duel may never be lacking.

Ling Feng didn't have the data of the previous Deathmatch Arena battle, but that didn't prevent him from guessing how things might be.

In a short period of thought, the opponent Meng Bo had already walked over.

In Ling Feng's opinion, he was a typical wild warrior with five big and three thick, with a face full of attacks #desire#hope, from the fact that he had not yet fought, he kept pacing, and some clues could be seen in the carved flame hammer in his hand with a diameter of one foot on the material alone.

Because they were all fire attribute spiritual power martial artists, there was no attribute restraint problem at all, and this battle, in Ling Feng's eyes, soon became a duel between the mad hammer and the phantom sword, and it was also a cruel collision of strength and skill.

After Ling Feng stood three feet away from the opponent, he felt a faint enchantment energy blocking his way, but when he saw the opponent's image, he had already thought of the opponent's possible attack methods.

This kind of trick of reducing ten meetings with one force will be thought of by everyone, but it does not prevent the suspense of the duel between the two fighting styles of martial artists.

Ling Feng stroked the narrow and light Firebird Sword in his hand, feeling a little depressed in his heart, but more excited.

Although he was calculated, although his strength was suppressed, Ling Feng did not feel afraid, on the contrary, there was still a trace of excitement in his heart.

"Yes, the sword in my heart, I haven't drunk blood for too long, so let's kill it enough this time!"

He was thinking about it, and the wide deathmatch screens around the Deathmatch Arena showed countless Black Iron members watching the battle in the general hall.

The warriors who were watching the battle in the hall all looked fanatical, their eyes were red, and they were shouting and screaming with their cheeks puffed out, and they were even more excited than the two of them who were fighting to the death.

At this time, above the death arena, an illusory stage projection appeared, a sexy woman with a devil's figure, wearing a low-cut flaming crane velvet dress, slender #nude# exposed neck, emphasizing her swan-like elegance and charm, her eyes were delicate and silky and slowly appeared in the center of the stage, and her red lips were lightly opened but with a bit of charm that turned everyone upside down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, I'm Fire Chihime, the host of this deathmatch. Next, let me introduce to you, the two sides that will dedicate a wonderful deathmatch to you later, on my left, the sixteen teenagers with a thin body and a little childish face are from the Lingfeng Shizi from the Ruifeng Mansion, and this is also the first time he has participated in the deathmatch challenge in the death arena. The spiritual skills and spiritual weapons he chose this time were ......"

"Everyone knows the rules of my death arena, with a special status, you can directly apply for bronze membership membership, and you can directly enjoy VIP treatment such as private rooms, but correspondingly, the member must also have the ability to accept the challenge of any iron member of the same class. ”

"Meng Bo has accumulated twenty consecutive deathmatch victories and is just in time to challenge for the bronze medalists. Unfortunately, as soon as Ling Feng Shizi applied for membership, he received a challenge from Meng Bo, the leader of the iron members. ”

"Meng Bo is a fire-based martial artist, a defensive spirit level high-grade spirit technique fire spirit shield armor has long been cultivated, plus this temporary promotion of a privilege, the choice of the spirit level high-grade spirit weapon flame carving hammer in his hand, can be described as a combination of attack and defense. It can be used to the extreme in the fierce battle of opening and closing in the past, and reducing ten meetings with one force. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, is this the first step in the transformation of the Tianjiao Shizi, or the last step in the success of the grassroots counterattack? Let's wait and see...... This battle of life and death will begin in the collision of blood and fire!"

After Huo Qianji finished speaking, she danced lightly on the illusory projection stage, and left the stage in a burst of thunderous cheers, but the emotions of all the spectators rose to an almost thin state.

The illusory projection stage quickly turns into a striking deathmatch countdown always.

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven......"

On the dense death match screen around, the unfamiliar faces of the excited warriors flashed, they shouted in unison to remember the time, staring at the two people in the death match with excitement, and kept raising frantically, it seems that at this moment, the two people in front of them are two deathmatch tools without feeling.

It doesn't matter if it's a dead old bird, or if it's from a Hou mansion, it's just a reference data that these gamblers choose when they bet.

The introduction of Huo Qianji, the host of the death arena, intentionally or unintentionally, completely released the bad root nature of people's hearts who are gambling and aggressive.

The amount of spirit stones that Ling Feng and Meng Bo bet on on the death match field was displayed in the light dance of Huo Qianji, and it rose rapidly, and the amount of money bets on Meng Bo, the old bird of the death match, broke through to the level of 30 million high-grade spirit stones almost without resistance, and even Ling Feng, a new young man in the death match, quickly increased by three million because of the background of the Ruifeng Hou Mansion.

When the betting amount was locked, the odds of Ling Feng and Meng Bo Deathmatch were completely locked to 10 to 1.

That is to say, the person who bets on Ling Feng to win, if Ling Feng kills Meng Bo, he will receive ten times the reward for me. Bet on Meng Bo to win someone, if Meng Bo kills Ling Feng, he will be eligible to share the three million in the opponent's betting pool, and he can get one-tenth of the benefit.

The odds are very different.

Meng Bo even frantically waved the flame carving hammer in his hand and roared loudly, the whole person was excited, like a manic flame spirit beast, bathed in a layer of faint flames all over his body, and he actually cultivated the spirit flame of the spirit whirlwind to the point of dense coverage of the whole body, which showed that its defense was among the martial artists of the same level, and it must be very perverted.

And he was obviously ready to smash Ling Feng's head into a pile of charcoal with the Flame Carving Hammer in his hand at any time, and in doing so, he could still get a generous reward from the Death Arena.

"Hahaha, I haven't killed Tianjiao yet? I heard that there is also a Lord Wuzun in the Ruifeng Marquis Mansion, so I don't know if Wuzun's grandson is also worth fighting for. Hahaha!"

As the countdown number of the void projection disappeared, Meng Bo, the old bird of the Death Fight, walked straight towards Ling Fei with a strong expression, shouting mocking words with a huge voice as he walked.

As a veteran of the death fight, even if Meng Bo is not good at flexible tactics, after twenty death fights, he has begun to understand the importance of taunting skills.

As soon as he saw that Ling Feng was of noble birth and so young, Meng Bo thought of a countermeasure, and was ready to find an opportunity to provoke Ling Feng as soon as possible, forcing him to fight with himself against strong, and fight hard with himself.

The distance of three zhang is enough for Meng Bo to finish the lines he prepared, after all, this is the opportunity given to him by the death arena, and he should cherish it.

"I heard that Ling Feng's mother is also a lowly maid, I think in order to get to the top, she has spent a lot of effort, and there must be a lot of dedication, flattery, and savior dramas. I heard that the old marquis, Lord Wuzun, has always supported her position as the master mother, and I wondered, are you the son of the current Ruifeng Queen? or ...... Hahaha. ”

"Today, the son of the world and I are such a lowly grassroots warrior to fight to the death, in case misfortune becomes my stepping stone, it can be regarded as the beauty of adults, I will continue your glory, continue to be the pride of the grassroots, but you must know that a man should be upright and decide, and he can't rely on women like Ling's mother. ”

"Hahaha, Ling Feng Shizi, listen to me say so much, you should be angry! Come on, if it's a man, come and beat me, come and kill me! Unless you are not your mother's son, don't you care if you are the son of the old marquis or the son of the current marquis?"

"Hahaha, cheap seed, it turns out that the son of the world is just a cheap seed. No, not a cheap species, but a bad seed. Look, I said so much, and he was indifferent, is it because I said what was on his heart, and he didn't dare to refute it. It must be so......"

Meng Bo roared wildly, foul language, unscrupulous slander and provocation, accompanied by the loud cheers of the Black Iron members who watched the battle, forming a sound wave of mountains and tsunamis, squeezing towards Ling Feng from afar.

Seeing Ling Feng standing motionless in place, the Black Iron members who were betting on Ling Feng roared with hideous expressions one after another, and their mouths were even more unclean.

In the midst of the chaos, suddenly a bronze member who bet on Ling Feng turned on the exclusive speech mode, and forced the voices of everyone to shout and curse at Ling Feng in the field, obviously, this guy must have gambled a lot.

"Brute, bastard, shameless soft rice, are you fucking scared to pee? Why don't you move, why don't you take the sword in your hand and fuck that stupid big guy, he's just a well-defended waste, get him, it's a spirit to fight to the death, the brave wins when you meet in a narrow way, can you sign up if you shrink into a corner and don't come out? Damn, bastard, you soft egg, hurry up and fight, Lao Tzu cast...... Damn it. ”

The excited bronze medal member roared angrily, igniting the atmosphere of the entire death arena scene to explode in an instant, although the amount of the person's bet was blocked, but it is not difficult to hear that the amount that can make a bronze member feel painful is probably not a small amount.

And in a bronze member's VIP room in the death arena, Wang Bo, accompanied by Tu Ba, was watching Ling Feng's upcoming deathmatch challenge.

Seeing that Meng Bo used taunts to successfully trigger a one-sided sonic attack, making Ling Feng fall into absolute passivity on the scene, Wang Bo's eyes suddenly became extremely compassionate as he looked at Tu Ba.

"You made a soul oath to him, betraying Ling Feng like this, aren't you afraid of death?" Wang Bo felt that he was a little heavy when he said such a thing, and he felt a trace of guilt in his heart for not trusting Tu Ba before.

In the death arena, using the rules to make Ling Fei fall into such a passive situation, except for relying on Ling Feng's own strength to stubbornly defeat the opponent, Wang Bo didn't see any possibility for Ling Feng to live, and even he felt that Ling Feng was already in a mortal situation.

Meng Bo is an old bird who has won twenty deathfights in a row, how could he lose to a new nen, maybe Ling Feng only had time to memorize the rules of the game, but he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he came to a deathmatch in such a daze.

As an old man who had participated in a death match, Wang Bo clearly knew how difficult such a situation was, he couldn't even help but sympathize with Ling Feng, but he didn't dare to compliment Ling Feng's IQ, how could he use Tu Ba to arrange his itinerary?

Facing Wang Bo's question, Tu Ba's answer was firm and earnest, and his eyes were even more fierce and fearless: "I naturally know the fate of betraying my master, but I only have one master, and that is Young Master Lingyun. The people who are loyal to Young Master Ling Feng now are all former followers of Young Master Ling Yun, once Young Master Ling Feng dies, the so-called soul oath restraint will also disappear, as long as Seven Young Master comes forward, Young Master Ling Yun will definitely be fine. ”