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The boxy hall is 100 miles long and wide, and nearly 10 miles high.

The main hall is decorated with precious metals such as gold and silver, and the floor is a single piece of cast bronze.

On the flat floor of the main hall, there are a thousand objects with strange shapes and faint light. These objects are about ten zhang in circumference, and from the outside, they are a round platform with a small bottom and a large top.

Looking closely, the layout in this round platform is the same as what Chu Tian saw in the Blood Killing Castle.

A faint light enveloped these strange objects, and a dull shout of killing could be faintly heard coming from them.

In the innermost part of the main hall, under a golden relief wall, there is a very imposing chair. A big fat man with a height of one foot and two feet away, and a waist circumference of about one foot and two feet, sat on the chair, carrying a huge roast animal leg in his left hand and a heavy wine jar in his right hand, eating happily with a mouthful of meat and wine.

With a cluck, the fat man burped, and he reluctantly tore a bite on the beast's leg, and asked the people in the hall who were patrolling around the round platform while chewing vaguely: "Uh, what's new these days?

He burped again, and put the beast legs and the wine jar on the long table beside him very angrily, and the big fat man slapped his belly happily and asked with a smile: "Next month, but it is a good day in the big arena, in our arena, these days, can there be a sharp character?"

The people who were walking around the hall shook their heads at the same time.

The big fat man's face became gloomy: "In this way, this is troublesome." ”

Sighing heavily, the big fat man muttered to himself: "The good days of the big arena are not our own internal fights, it is the comparison between the master and those nobles." Although we are only filled, if we lose too ugly, the master will definitely think that my Duka is a waste!"

Stretching out his greasy fingers, the big fat man said coldly: "My Duka is waste, you are the scum that is worse than the waste! The waste can be raised for a few days to see if it can become useful, but the dregs, that can be thrown away at any time!"

Thousands of people who were patrolling back and forth in the main hall knelt on the ground at the same time, and their foreheads were pressed against the ground and they didn't dare to speak.

"If you are discarded, your women, your children, your relatives!" muttered the big fat Duka, "they will all be thrown into our arena, right?"

The atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and depressing, and everyone kowtowed to Duka in the same frequency.

'Knock, knock, knock', the sound of the head hitting the ground sounded neatly, and the big fat man 'giggled' a few times, and waved his hand very proudly: "That's it, although it's scum, but who made you happy with me?" Get up, get up!"

The crowd waited to stand up neatly, and suddenly a man in a black robe sighed softly.

Ducata suddenly looked over and asked in a deep voice, "Is there something wrong?"

The man laughed a few times, nodded and said, "Lord Duka, the bloody killing of the Ninth Fort is a bit of a novelty. The crow went to deliver the ration this time, hey, there was actually a newcomer who provoked the ghost tiger who killed the ninth fort. ”

Duka's eyes were as small as peas, and they were at least three or five times larger than usual. He smiled happily: "Ghost Tiger, I remember that they are good hands, and his brothers are also good, and they are at least good at the seventh, eighth, and ninth realms. ”

Standing up with great interest and taking a breath, Duka staggered towards a round arena that shone with a faint light: "Are there any newcomers who dare to provoke them? Is it the group of newcomers who came yesterday? Hey, if it is an old man, who would dare to provoke the ghost tiger who is several times stronger than them?"

Walking to the side of the arena, Duka waved his hand over the edge of the halo on the arena.

With a 'hum' sound, a large piece of light erupted from the arena, turning into a cloud of light large and small acres suspended in the air. In the Blood Killing Fort where Chu Tian was located, the scene in the basin in the middle was suddenly clear.

"Broken bones and yin wind?" Duka screamed: "This little white face, how can it be broken bones and yin wind?" Alas, this is not right, our fighting arena can't accommodate such a kid who has mastered such power." ”

In the arena, Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword came first, and one after another red sword rays roared and landed on the heavy armor of the ghost tiger.

Half an inch thick, heavy and sturdy, and the heavy armor decorated with gorgeous patterns splashed with sparks, Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword easily pierced through the heavy armor, breaking through the defensive runes on it, and the almost substantial sword stabbed into the body of the ghost tiger, and wisps of blood spurted out from the cracked heavy armor.

The ghost tiger hissed in pain, and the plate axe the size of a door panel brought a dull tiger roar, and suddenly turned into dozens of black shadows and slashed down at Chu Tian and Chu Jie.

Obviously, Ghost Tiger belongs to that kind of powerful, bold type of warrior, and his moves are full of loopholes, and it can even be said that it is completely indiscriminate slashing. But his strength was amazing, and the big axe brought up the remnants of the Dao, rolled up the Dao wind, and slashed forward like a natural disaster, and the momentum was amazing.

It's a pity that he ran into Chu Tian.

Chu Jie had already retreated at full speed when the ghost tiger was slashing, and while retreating, the Red Spirit Sword made a 'Xiu Xiu' ghost roar in his hand, and quietly stabbed a sword in the soft underbelly of several of the ghost tiger's companions.

Several big men fell to the ground with a miserable howl, and then their heads were smashed by the dog's mace.

Chu Tian stepped forward, the horn sharp knife he threw out was only made of ordinary stainless steel, and it smashed into countless debris on the big plate axe of the ghost tiger, but he quickly swung out the green sword, and a sword light of the green spirit flickered like a ghost fire, Chu Tian stepped on the simple and wonderful steps of the puppet sword, beating lightly in the wind brought by the big plate axe.

Nearly a hundred slashes failed to touch Chu Tian's hair, Chu Tian easily approached the ghost tiger, and the simple and neat blow of the Qingjiao sword pierced into the heart of the ghost tiger.

The Bone Shattering Yin Wind silently enveloped it from all directions, and the Ghost Tiger's body collapsed in the Bone Shattering Yin Wind, instantly turning into countless fragments. The armor on the nineteen companions of the Ghost Tiger shattered simultaneously, and their bodies were also stirred into large pieces of ice slag and fell to the ground by the yin wind.

The wind had stopped, and the tiger and his companions had lost their sights.

Chu Tian shook his head gently, the strength of these people was unexpectedly low. He looked around, looked at the stout men who were silent, and said coldly, "In that case, this batch of supplies for the ghost tiger belongs to us, do you have no opinion?"

No one said a word.

Chu Jie laughed strangely on the side: "Why, this self-righteous ghost tiger is dead, hey, which bastard is in charge here?" Get out of here for Chu Da Shao, Chu Da Shao has something to say to him!"

Duka heard Chu Jie's words, and he immediately laughed.

"The new thorn in the head? I think it's amazing to have mastered some small secret methods? Anyway, let's arrange it tomorrow, make an appointment with the old Mo in the blood slaughter arena, and let these newcomers go into battle and fight hard!"