I don't know if the demonic youth was intentional or unintentional, but Mo Wei and Ya Wenlan, who had some contradictions, were actually divided into a group to fight.

Four hundred C-grade knives floated down from the air, and a short black knife with a scabbard fell into the hands of the ink nightmare.

Ya Wenlan suddenly closed his eyes, muttering something in his mouth, and his hands trembled and he picked up the black short knife in his hand.

Ya Wenlan's hand trembled uncontrollably, and she slowly pulled out the black scabbard.

"Zheng-" The sound of the knife unsheathed appeared in Yawenlan's ears, and Yawenlan slowly opened her eyes.

With a grunt, Ya Wenlan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom - there is no blade on the knife!

Tooth Question Lan looked at the Nightmare not far ahead, but found that the Nightmare was looking at her with a smile on her face.

Ya Wenlan subconsciously took a few steps back, and it was not until he retreated to the edge of the enchantment that Ya Wenlan stood still.

Only then did Ink Shadow slowly pull out the scabbard of the knife in his hand, and the sharp blade revealed a dazzling cold light, making the dragon blood of the opposite Ya Wenlan's whole body cold.

"It's time to understand our feuds. Ink Nightmare's voice was faint without a trace of emotion, but it was so harsh in Ya Wenlan's ears.

Knowing that it was useless to threaten the Ink Nightmare at this time, Tooth Question Lan actually knelt down to the Ink Nightmare.

Thump.

"Ink Nightmare, I know that I was not good before, I was too rude to you, you are good, spare my life, spare my life......" Ya Wenlan said with a low head and cried.

Ink Nightmare was also a little surprised, what an arrogant existence the elemental lord was, especially the best of the elemental lords like Ya Wen Lan should be self-respecting and self-respecting, but Mo Wei didn't expect that Ya Wen Lan was so afraid of death, and Mo Wei despised Ya Wen Lan even more in his heart.

Ink Nightmare walked towards Ya Wenlan step by step, this game of death, from the moment the knife was unsheathed, the ending had already been decided.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. Ya Wenlan trembled.

The ink nightmare was getting closer and closer to Ya Wenlan, ten meters, eight meters, five meters.

Suddenly, Ya Wenlan raised her head, and the gray murderous aura became extremely sharp at this time, slashing towards the ink nightmare with an aura that killed everything.

The dark red eyes of the ink nightmare flashed red, and as soon as the superb weapon in his hand was raised, circles of colorless ripples spread out in all directions with the short knife as the center.

But how could the sharpness of the gray murderous aura be blocked by the defensive function of a mere weapon?

"Rustle. "The sound of knives cutting through the mud and sand sounded, it was so harsh, so hoarse.

The invisible fluctuations were sliced by the gray murderous aura, and one after another gray throwing knives shot towards the ink nightmare.

"Woohoo!"

The ink mare held the short knife in his backhand and kept swinging, ping pong, the gray murderous aura shattered and then condensed, and continued to stab at the ink mare persistently.

The ink mare also gradually showed defeat under the constant attack of this stubborn murderous flying knife.

"Woooo

A gray murderous throwing knife broke through the defense of the ink nightmare, and the flying knife pierced through the strong flesh of the ink nightmare, and the blood was sprinkled on the ice surface of the ice floe, and the ink mare gritted his teeth and pounced on the tooth and asked Lan.

When Ya Wen Lan saw that his sneak attack was useful, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and continued to increase the sharpness of the murderous aura, watching the ink nightmare rush towards him desperately, Ya Wen Lan snorted coldly, and the gray murderous aura turned into a thin veil and went towards the ink nightmare cover.

While enduring the murderous pain that pierced through the bones, Mo Wei threw the short knife in his hand at Ya Wenlan.

"Whoosh!"

The Gang Weapon Short Knife easily passed through the thin veil formed by the gray murderous aura and came to Ya Wenlan.

Ya Wenlan's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and she fell on top of the ice floe.

"Plop. ”

The Nightmare also fell from mid-air after exhaustion, gasping for air on its knees.

The demonic youth also waved his hand, and the barrier was withdrawn, but the meaning in the demonic youth's eyes when he looked at the ink was very different.

Ink Nightmare closed his eyes and silently felt the tempering and transformation of his body brought by the blood-colored river, and the Ink Nightmare was brought to the sea of blood by the Qi of the Ice Secret Realm, but the Nightmare still did not open his eyes, he was fusing the bloodline talent that penetrated the Jianhua vein - murderous qi.

There are already a lot of groups that have finished the seventh game, and they are very lucky, Xun Huan and Yan Nan are lucky to get the short knife with a blade, and they can kill each other with great ease.

The game continued, less than three and a half hours had passed since the game began, but the trialists on the field felt like hundreds of years had passed.

Wisps of black smoke rose and swayed around the Nightmare, and the Nightmare underwent a slight change as it fused with the gray murderous aura - some of the death elements fused with the murderous aura!

"Oh, my dear little master, are they all right?" Suddenly, a sound came into Ink Nightmare's ears.

Ink Nightmare suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze looked at the demonic youth, yes, the transmission just now was transmitted by the demonic youth to Inkmare.

"What do you want to do?" asked Ink Misty cautiously, since this secret realm is related to the Nightmare Clan, most of it was created by the Nightmare Clan's power, so the "they" that the demonic youth said are naturally the people of the Nightmare Clan.

The demonic young man said with a smile on his face: "Oh, dear little master, I just want to know how they are doing, why are you so sensitive?"

Ink Nightmare still didn't answer him, because for an old monster who has been lonely for thousands of years, it is reasonable to say that his personality is distorted to be more terrifying than the original Ink Nightmare's distortion, and he does not dare to be careless at all about this strange young man who has both strength and strange personality.

Seeing that Mo Xiao had no intention of making a big statement, the demonic young man just smiled slightly.

The demonic youth seemed to know who Murmare's friends were and who his enemies were, and until the end of the first round, none of Murmare's friends died.

Ink Nightmare's opinion of this strange young man had only changed slightly.

"How about we make a bet?" the demonic young man suddenly sent a message to the Nightmare.

Ink Nightmare raised an eyebrow: "What?"

The demonic young man rubbed the thumb of his right hand against a golden ring on his left index finger and said, "I bet you will come and beg me." ”

"Please?" Murre, scoffed.

"Hey. The demonic youth just smiled wickedly.

Ink Nightmare's face also turned bad, what did he want to do? Ink Nightmare silently speculated in his heart.

From the beginning to the end of the second round, it took less than ten hours, and the original more than 10,000 people on the field have become more than 3,000 now.

Finally, it was the third round, and the demonic youth suddenly jumped down from the huge snake head of the black-veined python, shaped like a ghost.

The demonic youth was extremely fast, came to the ice surface of the blood sea, and said loudly: "From now on, the third and final round of the game officially begins, as long as the game time of which group exceeds half an hour, then, that piece of ice floe will sink to the bottom of the sea of blood, and the people on the ice floe will definitely die." ”

The third round of the game has officially begun!