Midnight, Abyssal City District 3, the underground arena of Chinatown. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this cramped and dark gladiatorial arena compared to the number of people gathered, there were strong warriors patrolling on all sides, and in a few high places where she could overlook the whole situation, Yiwen even saw fierce warriors holding earthen shotguns.

For these artifacts that symbolize the force of the Earth Age, Ewen is very familiar, an ordinary civilian who is not even a wizard's apprentice, can use this artifact to threaten the life of a full-fledged wizard head-on, after the wizarding world ruled the earth plane, these thermal weapons were banned by explicit. What you see in front of you is clearly an illegal product outside the ban.

(In such a place, the number of ordinary official wizards is too small to even be captured, not to mention that along the way, I have seen a lot of obviously quite strong Earth warriors.) ）

"Senior Brother Peng, please come in, Master is waiting for you inside. Under the guidance of the big man, Zhu Peng walked out of the room, but when Yiwen followed and wanted to enter, he was stopped by the guards on both sides of the door with their arms stretched out.

"Can't she go in?" Zhu Peng asked with a slight frown.

"Senior Brother Peng, Master only said to let you in, don't let the little ones be embarrassed. ”

"Forget Zhu Peng, I'll stay outside for a while, it just so happens that I'm quite curious about here. Ewen glanced at the underground arena again.

At this moment, the man with the red tassel gun in the ring had dodged the heavy axe slashing of the Nord strong man several times in succession like a sensitive ape, and after he used the gun again to flexibly avoid the opponent's attack, looking at the other party's panting appearance, the gunman seemed to feel that the time had come, and he pulled the spear in his hand with both feet and shook it. The next moment, he shook his gun and rushed towards the Nord strong man who had just chopped and was still recovering his breath, and the gun pointed directly at the opponent's waist.

However, the look on the face of the strong Nord man, who had just been furious with the continuous failure of the slashing and killing, suddenly calmed down, and he turned around his waist with the shaft of the long axe, and the tip of the spear that stabbed was piercing the steel shaft of the long axe. The man with the red tasseled spear felt that something was wrong with a solid shot, but when he tried to retreat again, it was too late, but he saw the big axe that looked like a fan of snow coming towards his head.

Although Huaxia Guoshu cultivators tend to be agile, it is difficult to see that your body is faster than the opponent's weapon swinging attack speed in the same level of competition.

The fan-like axe directly cut off half of the head of the man with the red tasseled spear, and the bloody white brain and red blood sprinkled all over the ring in an instant.

After Zhu Peng walked into the stone room, he saw such a scene, although he didn't like it, but it was expected.

"In martial arts, of course, we must firmly believe in our own judgment, but at the same time, we must also believe in the strength of the opponent, whether we can fully understand and even trust our opponent, and many times determine the victory or defeat of the fight. Since Sun Monkey is playing tricks on others as stupid bears, he can't blame others for their plans and treat him as SB Yin to death. The room was covered with a thick carpet, and a bald old man in a luxurious robe held two spherical iron galls in his left hand, lying on his back on a wide animal skin sofa, he watched the fierce fight in the ring below through the floor-to-ceiling window, and watched the death of the warriors in battle, the old man's eyelids did not blink.

The "Sun Monkey" who had just had his head cut off in the field had studied with the old man for two years, but seeing him cut off half of his head, the old man did not show much excitement, just sighed but did not mourn.

"Master Ma, it seems that you have been in good health recently. What about Senior Brother Tiger? I didn't see him all the way up. As he spoke, Zhu Peng handed over the plastic bag he took from the car, which was a warm meat bun.

"I'm glad I'm fine, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to wait for you, a little rabbit, to come and see me. Well, this bun is good, the meat filling is very well adjusted, and it is more authentic than the waste cooks I raised. He took the plastic bag, took out a big bite, and the rich aroma and soup made the old man raise his eyebrows, and he liked it.

"Your senior brother Tiger just went down from there to kill someone, and he didn't go the same way as you. Although Xiaosun Monkey has only been learning from me for two years, and he is not even a registered disciple, but under my nose, I can't let him be killed for nothing, and he is lonely and lonely walking on Huangquan Road alone. As he spoke, the old man swallowed the remaining bun in his hand, put the plastic bag aside and said so.

The old man was lying on his back on the sofa, and there was a faint fierceness and essence between the opening and closing of his eyelids, and his body fell into the thick animal skin, but he was like a fat and leisurely crouching tiger, not angry but mighty.

When Zhu Peng was talking to the old man, a man who looked to be thirty or forty years old and was the prime of men jumped into the rather high fighting ring.

He had stiff features, his hair combed back and waxed, his body was like an upright spear, his lower body was alive and his upper body was steady, and he leaped into the ring and looked at the strong man with an axe who roared like a beast in the ring, and his eyes were cold and solemn as if a predatory beast stared at his prey.

He is sloppy, the surname is lightly pronounced, and the name is emphasized. It is the top disciple of Ma Yongzhen Ma Ye, and he has obtained the true inheritance of Ma Ye in his body and Yiquan method, and he is already a famous boxer in the 21st century. In the post-wizard era of the 21st century, he followed Ma Ye to kill people and die, and stepped out of this Nuoda family business, and his martial arts and boxing skills advanced by leaps and bounds under the nourishment of blood and water, and he became more and more perfect.

"Ahhh......hh

The nord man with the axe roared and pounced fiercely, he carried the ferocity of the murder that had just been killed, and at this moment, he wielded the heavy axe like a whirlwind, and the whole person was like a mad demon, and the surrounding viewers did not feel it obviously, but if they were put in a position opposite to it, I am afraid that they just felt the fierce and vicious spirit of the other party's killing, and most people would collapse and let them be slaughtered.

However, the blood-stained axe had not yet been swung off, and the sloppy man with a calm expression as if he had no waves in the ancient well had already stepped on it, and the whole person turned from extremely quiet to extremely moving.

He first jumped sideways like a slight leap, and then slammed into the arms of the Nord man like a leopard, and the elbow of his right hand was also accompanied by the momentum, and at this moment the iron horse stabbed out like a surprise, fierce and fierce, and it was hitting the Nord Han's middle acupoint. The sloppy shot was so fast and stealthy that ninety-nine percent of the spectators in the surrounding stands didn't understand what was going on, they just felt that the two had suddenly collided together, and then they didn't move.

In fact, Ma Sloppy's fierce stab with his elbow as a spear and iron cavalry assault has destroyed the opponent's internal organs in a large area and cut off his vitality.

The middle-aged man closed his elbows, and his body swirled around the Nord man like an autumn wind and falling leaves, and the Nord man with an axe also bowed down and knelt forward as if he cooperated with the sloppy movements, but his head was pulled up by the sloppy hair behind him, and the next moment, the middle-aged boxer raised his hand like a knife and waved down, and the Nord warrior was cut off by his stiff broken neck, and his left hand was torn off and his head was dragged off.

The crimson blood was sprinkled like a gushing spring water in an instant, and most of the ring was sprinkled in an instant.

"The elbow is like a gun, the slash is like a knife, the dark energy is condensed and controlled, and Senior Brother Tiger has already entered the strength with all his kung fu, right?" Looking at the bloody and terrifying scene in the ring, Zhu Peng sighed.

Cultivators of national arts, first cultivate their physique, concentrate their strength in their fists and break through the air with one punch, and they can make a loud sound, which is a certain limit of Ming Jin, a certain limit of cultivation of Outer Kung Fu to a certain extent.

Complete muscle control through boxing, seal pores externally, inflow of mental strength, and adjust the whole body with the spine as the center of gravity, and punch out the internal organs and even the whole body strength outside the external muscles of the human body.

The strength of the whole body is condensed like a knife or even like a needle...... The force of a punch is condensed and exploded at a needle point, what kind of lethal and destructive power is that?

The dark energy is spread all over the body, in a sense, the whole body is a weapon, and it is so keen that "flies and insects can't fall, and a feather can't be added." "And he is covered in copper skin and iron bones and is not afraid of blunt weapon blows, what kind of combat effectiveness does such a person have?

This is the martial arts after the peak of the dark strength of the national arts, and it is also the realm of boxing that the sloppy in the ring shows at this time, stabbing out with an elbow is like an iron horse holding a big spear and attacking head-on, but this blow to the opponent has already been killed by him. Then he cut it off with a knife, and the strength of hundreds of thousands of catties was condensed on the arm, making the arm as sharp and fierce as a war knife at the moment of strength. Of course, the lethal and destructive power of the flesh can be compared to the war knife, but you can't really use your arms to fight with the war knife, you are the meat, and it is the iron...... However, those who are so brain-dead that they use their arms to slash the blade hard, and they can't practice the national art realm when they practice martial arts.

"Senior Brother Tiger's boxing skills have been transformed, even Ma Ye, you are no longer an opponent, right?"

"Hahahaha, I spent the rest of my life and half of my life training this kid, if he can't even catch up with me, then isn't it a mouse under a mouse, and a generation is not as good as a generation?"

In the national art world, the eldest disciple of your top sect is stronger than the master, which is a good word, which means that your old man has hope for the rest of his life, and he will not be beaten to death by the younger generation of young boxers after he is old and weak, and his reputation will be ruined. The big disciple of the top gate, in the eyes of many famous boxers, is closer than his own son.

At the same time, below in the ring.

A knife slashed off his opponent's head, soaking the stone with bright red blood, and throwing the huge head away. Sloppy walked in the blood and sneered, he said softly but loudly: "Who worships what Bodhisattva, if you want to worship my master Ma Ye, the big Buddha, you have to pass my sloppy level first." ”

Due to the ferocity and tyranny deliberately displayed by Ma Hu, some Nords and Red Guards around the ring couldn't sit still, and they roared and screamed to fight for their lives with Ma Hu, but this is Chinatown, the underground gladiatorial arena controlled by Ma Ye, how could a group of outsiders turn the sky upside down.

The chaotic Nords and Redguards were soon suppressed by the warriors scattered around. If you want to take revenge, you can, according to the rules of the underground gladiatorial arena, go up one by one and fight alone.

Nord and Hongwei threw themselves into the ring one after another five or six people, many of whom were fighting masters with strong combat ability, but they were as tender as children in front of the master of national art who had already entered the strength of their boxing skills, and the end could only be torn apart one after another, and the broken corpses were even scattered in the entire ring by sloppily and consciously, so that everyone around them could see clearly.

The aliens around them were furious, angry, and shouting at first.

However, when the strongest of them died in the ring one by one, these aliens who were known for their fierceness and fearlessness slowly fell silent.

Looking at the middle-aged man in a clean suit in the pool of corpse blood on the ring, who looked like a demon king of hell, they gradually felt a panic and fear that almost penetrated into the bone marrow from the calm and indifference of the other party, which was the primordial fear of the living form for the terrifying power of absolute violence.