"This damn Doni, just talking about the good and not the bad, let's die now. Mo Yi snorted, and the rest was almost the rhythm of dying and waiting for death, and his reaction was as slow as anything.

"Boy, you can't stand still, what do you fight with me, I'll send you to sleep. "The mage in white asked the woman in black to step down, he wants to take matters into his own hands and beat the water dogs.

The white-clothed mage took out a golden pocket watch from his inner pocket and performed hypnotism on Mo Yi, but Mo Yi said, "I can't even see people clearly now, what are you shaking the pocket watch?" The white mage looked embarrassed, just like Chai Fu said to the hunter that the piglet would be handed over to me-I don't know what to call "Tsk, just this IQ, hey girl, or you come." Mo Yi glanced at the white-clothed mage, and then at the black-clothed girl.

The white-clothed mage's face was like a pig's liver, and his expression of anger was fully revealed. This kind of person who can't hide his heart and can't control his anger will eventually be just a passerby.

The gladiatorial battle was full of cracks, and the scars and sword wounds were carved on this land, and only blood could make this place shine with a different light.

"Freezing Technique!" Mo Yi was frozen by the white-clothed mage from his feet to his waist, and the chill surged to his scalp from the bottom up, and his whole body was frozen and painful, but he was much more awake.

In that temperature, the average person can only survive for five minutes. That is, within five minutes, without escaping from the ice, just one word, I will say it once, that is, death.

Mo Yi struggled, using the sword in his hand to poke the ice on his body, but his strength was too small to be of any use at all. He raised his head and saw a familiar face in the crowd, and couldn't help but burst into tears, I want to save her even if I die.

"Oh, a low-level swordsman is a low-level swordsman, and he will never be able to defeat a noble magician. The magicians in the audience were all boiling over by the words of the white-clothed mage, shouting: "Noble! noble...... Those swordsmen and the audience dared not speak.

Mo Yi was silent, using his body to adjust to the temperature of the extreme ice.

The white-clothed mage walked slowly towards Mo Yi proudly, and the ice blade had already been condensed in his hand. The woman in black turned her head, unable to bear to look at it, the tribal swordsman and Lan Ying's tears cheered for Mo Yi, but the cheering was drowned out in the noise.

Many viewers stood up to watch the final bloody ending, the corners of their mouths overflowing with excitement, ready to applaud at any time.

The ice blade pierced Mo Yi's left shoulder, blood stained white ice, and a tingling pain mixed with a chill penetrated his body. The Colosseum gasped silently, waiting for a moment of silence before death.

The white-clothed mage twitched the ice blade, but found that the ice blade did not move in the slightest, and when he looked up, it was Mo Yi who grabbed the ice blade with one hand. The white-clothed mage clenched his left hand into a fist and hit Mo Yi's face, and at the same time, Mo Yi's right hand jerked at the mage's face at a speed of n+1 times per second, and the strong vibration affected the movement of the entire body, and the ice on Mo Yi's body fell off little by little like the teeth and masks of the white-clothed mage.

"If I don't show you the Pegasus Meteor Fist, you don't know why the flowers are so red!" Mo Yi's voice was very small, but his momentum did not diminish in the slightest. In just a few tens of seconds, he vented the discrimination of the swordsmen of the mage team that he had suppressed.

The swordsman audience outside the arena didn't care so much, and the applause and cheers rose together, overwhelming the momentum of the magician.

The woman in black glanced at Mo Yi again, and didn't show much disgust.

After breaking the ice, Mo Yi's whole body was freed, he pulled out the ice blade, kicked off the mage's right hand again, and then turned around and struck him with his elbow on the chin. The white cloak streaked a parabola through the air, losing its fighting spirit.

Mo Yi looked at the bloodied shoulders, and didn't feel much sorrow, but said to the white-clothed mage, "What happened to the swordsman just now?" This momentum, as if there is a royal breath, really gives the swordsman clan a long face.

Seeing that the white-clothed mage was invincible, the professional bodyguard black-clothed girl had to go up, looking at that look, it was definitely not an ordinary woman from a good family.

"The Art of the Four Stars - Darkness Dispersion" The entire audience was brought into the darkness by this magic and immersed in panic.

In the black race, people's sense of balance and psychological quality are greatly reduced, and they can only rely on perseverance to adapt to the darkness. But at the same time, darkness calms people.

Mo Yi, who had calmed down, felt weak in his limbs and almost fainted. Now I can't even see my own hands clearly, let alone defeat a girl.

Mo Yi touched the trembling light and hidden shadow on the ground in front of his chest in a defensive posture, closed his eyes directly, and felt the flow of aura around him, with Mo Yi's swordsmanship level, he could only feel it slightly.

The audience couldn't see the lively scene, and shouted and made a fuss for a while, which was the only anger in the dark. Suddenly, Mo Yi felt the heat rush in, and quickly opened his eyes, and the twin swords reflected two fires, mixed with the noise. A fiery snake like a dragon and a tiger instantly lit up the entire gladiatorial arena, and slammed straight into the double swords.

Mo Yi squatted down to lower his center of gravity, but was still bounced out. In the seconds that the fiery snake lit up his surroundings, Mo Yi had already seen the location of the swordsman and Lan Ying, and had mapped out an escape route in his mind.

Mo Yi smeared, and sneaked to his companion with the route of memory. The woman in black kept an eye on Mo Yi's movements, but she didn't intercept him.

Mo Yi arrived at Lan Ying's side, lowered his voice, and said extremely seriously: "Later, I will drag them, you take advantage of the chaos to escape, go to the first attic." Then Mo Yi explained the detailed escape route in the shortest possible time. "Then you ......" They almost said in unison, but they were interrupted by Mo Yi, "The tribe can't die, if you stay for a second, I'll be more dangerous, get out, get out!"

Mo Yi returned to Taichung, not giving and not wanting to give them a chance to refute. He took a deep breath and his eyes were sharp, as if he had seen through the world.

A drop of blood dotted on the Shadow and Trembling Light Sword, and the blade glowed with a faint yellow light. "Xinglan Swordsmanship II-Heartless Slashing Illusion" Although the tone was flat, the twin swords cut through the darkness. The eyes that had adapted to the darkness suddenly saw the light again, and everyone could not adapt to it, and the figure in front of them was blurry, as if they were blind.

The swordsmen, who had planned to hide in the noise, fled the arena. Mo Yi looked around and saw that they had all evacuated safely, and there was nothing to worry about, the big deal was death.

Mo Yi raised the knife and said, "Although I may die here, I want to live!" The woman in black sighed imperceptibly, as if she was feeling sorry for Mo Yi, but as a hired mage, she had to make a move.

In the eyes of the black-clothed mage, Mo Yi's attack was weak and weak, and he dodged it with a slight dodge. But she didn't drive the magic, she just kept dodging like a monkey, she just wanted Mo Yi to live a little longer.

Mo Yi put his two swords on the ground, panting, raised his right hand, threw it high, and threw the Hidden Shadow Light Saber out of the window, hoping that Lin Yuan could receive the sword and carry forward the tribal spirit.

This chapter unlocks: The Art of Sichen, which is an environmental magic, and the shadow and trembling light are actually part of the artifact, and we will elaborate on it later, this is today's first, more cold, I routinely ask for how many votes, how many comes!!