No matter what the purpose of Guofu Yulong was, rescuing the slaves was indeed one thing Zhang Fan wanted to do.

Defeat the lord of the country, Donghuang Ao, and free the slaves of the world. Since you have come to this world, you will do it vigorously.

Under the arrangement of Guofu Yulong, Zhang Fan entered the Shura Field, put on a black and white yin and yang mask, and became a member of the Shura Field under the code name 'Wuji'.

"Sir, do you really want to challenge the lord of the country?" Before going on the field, Moshan asked Zhang Fan one last time.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan replied, "Is there a way out now?"

"Contacting the rats, did they?"

"It's okay, but they want you not to win too easily. ”

"Acting? I see. ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he put on his mask and walked out of the lounge.

Before entering the Shura Field, he contacted the bucktooth man who had previously said that he wanted to cooperate with him. The Bucktooth Man's nickname in the Shura Field is called Mouse.

These guys use slaves to play fake punches and make a lot of money.

The reason why Zhang Fan chose to cooperate with them is actually with ulterior motives.

......

"Knock knock ......"

Zhang Fan walked out of the lounge and walked into the Shura Field the size of ten football fields, and around the Shura Field, hundreds of drums sounded in unison.

From the dozens of caves in the circle of the Shura Field, a warrior walked out of each of them.

They are human or demon, there are masters and fierce beasts, after walking out of the hole, the iron gate behind them fell violently.

This means that they will only be able to fight until the last man wins the victory, and the iron gates will be opened.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Outside the stadium, hundreds of thousands of spectators chanted.

Shura Field is the most lively place in the entire dungeon, and here, there is a passionate scene that makes people's blood swell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the night of Shura tonight. Tonight's event will be the iconic Shura melee at our Shura field. ”

On one of the tallest tower-shaped buildings outside the Shura Field, a loud host used some secret method to amplify his voice and shouted.

The audience listened enthusiastically.

"The Shura melee is a Shura melee of fifty people. Who to buy, so many people, who to buy to win?"

"The ironclad mountain python I bought, its performance last night was so wonderful that an ordinary sword couldn't hurt it at all. ”

"The iron head I bought, the iron head now has a record of 20 wins and 8 losses, and the winning rate is super high. ”

"The fangs I bought, although he is a newcomer, he has won all five fights so far, and he has great potential. ”

"The shadow ghost I bought, the shadow ghost is an excellent speculator, and in the big melee of fifty people, he has an absolute advantage. ”

......

Before the battle even began, the audience was already talking.

Those who frequented the Shura Field were well aware of the information about most of the participating slaves.

It's like horse racing, and the people who bet on horses know the condition of each horse quite thoroughly.

Almost everyone has their supporters, except for Zhang Fan.

It was the first time he had participated in the Shura melee, and his code name was 'Wuji', and it was also the first time he appeared on the railing.

There were hundreds of thousands of people in the audience, and only a handful of people bought 'Wuji'. After all, no one is optimistic about the first battle of the newcomers.

I don't know how many newcomers died in the first battle.

......

"Hehe, Uncle Demon Mountain, I bought his 10,000 knife coins according to that uncle's request, this is a bloody investment!

The rat was one of the few people who bought Zhang Fanying, and he also paid a lot of money.

If Zhang Fan wins this time, he will be able to earn back at least dozens of times the knife coins.

Of course, he said that it was 10,000 knife coins, but in fact, this cunning mouse only bought 1,000 knife coins.

For Zhang Fan, he still couldn't believe it. If Moshan played in person, he could have bet 10,000.

When Moshan heard the rat's chirping, he felt annoyed and yelled at him.

"Shut up!"

When the mouse heard this, he quickly covered his mouth.

......

Back on the battlefield, the battle was a big melee of fifty people, and there was only one winner in the end.

Zhang Fan walked to the weapon rack next to his passage and picked up a leather whip.

For some reason, he now loves the whip as a weapon, and he feels very good at it.

"Smack!"

The ten-meter-long leather whip struck the air and exploded instantly.

Of course, almost no one paid attention to him, because this big scuffle had officially begun.

There were a total of forty-five humans and five demon beasts in this big melee.

An ironclad mountain python, a fire tiger, a three-headed fierce eagle, a golden-backed Donkey Kong, and a demon ape with three eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of big melee of fifty people is to kill the alien race first, and then divide the winner.

In other words, Zhang Fan and the forty-five human beings must unite to kill the five demon beasts first.

At the beginning of the battle, as expected, everyone went towards the five demon beasts.

For a while, the outside of the field became hot, howling and screaming.

Zhang Fan wandered on the edge of the battlefield, and from time to time he whipped at a demon beast's body, causing it a heavy blow.

These people don't communicate with each other.

And on the battlefield, it is changing rapidly. Obviously, one second they were fighting together against demon beasts, and the next second they would kill a companion if they found the right opportunity.

To put it bluntly, there is only one winner in this battle, and the reason why it is called a melee means that there are no real companions in this battlefield. Everyone, including monsters, is an enemy.

"Roar!" the fire tiger suddenly jumped into the crowd, its huge body like a giant elephant.

He opened his huge mouth and spewed fire at everyone that could incinerate steel.

Everyone quickly dodged, and among them, the archers who were in charge of attacking on the periphery unleashed storm arrows that could pierce through the boulders.

"Bang bang bang!"

The brutal arrows exploded on the fire tiger like missiles. After a series of attacks, the fire tiger was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The last group rushed forward and hacked him to death.

Blood splashed in the air, and the familiar smell of blood began to waft throughout the Shura field.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators were instantly excited when they smelled this familiar smell.

"Blood, it's the smell of blood. Kill, stupid slaves. ”

"Ahh ”

......

The audience who has been staying in the Shura field all year round is used to seeing killing and death, and they are already a little psychopathic.

"Hiss ......"

Just when humans were still proud of killing the fire tiger, the ironclad mountain python came out of the soil and killed two unlucky guys in one bite.

Then the huge python's tail swept and slapped four or five people into minced meat.

"Ahh......h

"Roar, roar, roar, ......"

The three fierce birds and the golden-backed Donkey Kong also killed the crowd and began to slaughter.

These brutal demon beasts began to fight back. Seeing this scene, all the audience, an instant climax!