Aihua in the ring looked at Nita helplessly, the sword has no eyes, how can such a thing as a game not hurt his muscles and bones?

"The race is officially on"

As Nita's voice fell, the giant bear beside Nia attached to his body, and a fiery red bear paw appeared on his palm like Aihua patting it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't do that." Aihua didn't even pull out the bloody blade, and his toes floated behind him hard: "How about we tie"?

"It's broken," Nita, who was watching from the audience, secretly said in her heart. Although the village is undisputed, the people are very kind, but there is an unwritten rule in the ring, and if you don't give your best in the ring, you will despise the other party. Aihua was undoubtedly provoking the other party by doing so.

"Roar"

Many small red dots gathered around Nia, and the giant bear attached to him gradually became solidified.

"Are you looking down on me?" Nya yelled and rushed forward. The giant bear attached to his body had completely enveloped him. I can't tell it's a human at all.

The bear paw slapped at Ai Hua, and once again he avoided it, Ai Hua looked at the crack on the ground and said with a smile: "You think about it, I don't know why you want to fight, is it too much?"

"Stop talking nonsense, draw a knife, let me see what you're capable of." Nia relentlessly pressed Aihua every step of the way, forcing him to the edge of the ring.

Aiwa watched as Nia jumped and landed steadily under the ring. "If you fall, you lose, right"?

The faces of the surrounding villagers changed drastically, they had never seen such an insulting way before. In Aihua's opinion, if you go to the ring, if you come down, you will lose, and if you lose, you will not lose a piece of meat, let alone lose your life.

The white-bearded old man lying on the fire lion on the side opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, and said lightly: "The fight is over, it seems that the winner is Nia."

No one spoke in the silence around them, but the villagers conjured up their weapons and spirit beasts one after another.

The white-bearded old man looked at Aihua and said, "Housheng, show them your true skills, the dead are mine."

"It's not good," Ai Hua said this, but he secretly took out the blood blade, since there is someone to vouch for, then there is no need to be afraid of anything. After all, he only kills, and he can't compete or anything.

Aihua's eyes were red, and he rushed forward with a bloody blade in his hand, and the blood-red sword light flashed in Nia's eyes. "So fast"

The blood blade was stuck a millimeter in Nia's neck, but it was difficult to take a step forward, and Aihua looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, his seemingly dry and weak fingers pinching the blade of the blood blade. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward by half a point.

"Housheng, this knife is a good knife, but it's a pity, this person tsk" The white-bearded old man stroked his goatee with his other hand, and looked at Aihua with a melancholy expression.

The white-bearded old man kicked Nia next to him out of the ring and scolded: "Look, why don't people fight with you."

Aihua looked at Nya, who had landed steadily in the audience, and knew that he had met a master, but he wanted to draw the blood blade but found that he still didn't move. "Old man, don't look for me."

"Shoot, a big old man, you're staining this knife now," the white-bearded old man flicked the bloody blade with his fingers, knocking him back several steps.

Aihua is not retreating now, nor is he advancing, so he can only meet it head-on. Since there is no way out, then make a way out of it yourself.

The murderous aura in Aihua's body surged in his limbs, attaching to the bloody blade through his palm. Now he's moving more than a notch faster than before. Affected by the murderous aura, his heart is not soft, even his brother can kill you in front of him.

"Well, that's a little bit like that, but it's not enough to see" In the face of Aihua's endless blades, the white-bearded old man used only two fingers to fend off his attack.

Ai Hua became more and more anxious, and his heart gradually became breathless, and Ai Hua, who withdrew the blood blade, opened the distance, sending out two blood-colored blades, one horizontal and one vertical. He was dressed roughly, and he didn't want to win this game, but he didn't expect the fight to be so ugly. It seems that this is the only trick that can help you win.

"Sacrificial Sword"

Aihua's hand caressed the back of the bloody blade, and the blood in his body continued to flow out of his pores, and the blood mist surrounded Aihua's side. Eventually, the blood mist burrowed into the blade, and Aihua's eyes turned even redder, dripping blood. Aihua roared and rushed forward, this time with absolute confidence that he could kill the old fellow.

"Bang"

The underground fire lion pounced Aihua to the ground before he came to the stage, and the white-bearded old man followed up and struck Aihua the head. Aihua was still staring at the white-bearded old man with his eyes open, if it weren't for the fire lion pressing him, he would have to fight to the death with this old man.

The white-bearded old man looked at the bloody blade and muttered to himself: "Magic knife, magic knife, tsk, your fate is already doomed to be extraordinary, maybe you can come here because of those people."

The white-bearded old man jumped out of the ring and stomped under his feet, the black ring formed a square and trapped him inside, and Ben's spewed magma completely blocked Solent and the others' desire to rescue Aihua.

"Nita, come with me, there seems to be something unclean on you, let my wife show you." The white-bearded old man turned around and walked just two steps, then turned back and said, "Let's come with the accomplices of the later life, and Nia should go home and cook."

Solent looked at the villagers around him and shrugged his shoulders as he weighed the hammer in his hand, Aihua was trapped inside as a regimental lieutenant, and it was his responsibility to lead everyone to live, get out of here, and save Aihua, of course, these can only be imagined. After all, the highest material resources and the right to speak are not with him.

Although the white-bearded old man was the most powerful man in the village, his home was unusually simple, and like ordinary people, he entered the living room, and a table in the middle of it was a pot of tea. There is no decoration on the black walls. It seems lonely and cool.

"There's a guest at home, why don't you tell me, old man," a middle-aged woman wearing an apron walked out of the kitchen next to her.

The white-bearded old man sat on a chair and drank himself, poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat and said: "Old woman, don't be busy, they don't eat here, Nia and their family are ready, come and see what's wrong with this little girl, Nita."

The old woman on the side stared at Nita carefully for a long time and said, "Baby, it's hard for you outside."

Nita smiled, his biggest concern now was when the pain in his body would end.