Emperor Fu calendar 35689

August 24th

On this day, the second battle came, and Zhou Chenxi made a move. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His opponent was even stronger than before, and his strength was not low, reaching the middle stage of Ning Yuan.

He was still a big man, and he was in his thirties.

He was tall and murderous, even more murderous than the people who had fought before.

The same goes for skill.

It was a tough battle, and Zhou Chenxi fell into a bitter battle when he only ran his true qi.

The bodies of both of them were blasted, Zhou Chenxi's waist was hit by a punch, and the qi and blood in his whole body were shaking, and his mouth was spurting blood.

And his opponent suffered equally badly.

After all, his opponent's skills are extraordinary, and his physical strength is even more terrifying.

The big man was hit by Zhou Chenxi's big fist, and there was no good meat on his body.

The battle only lasted half an hour before it ended, and in the end, Zhou Chenxi won this victory at a great price.

There was a sigh on the field, because in the sub-field, most of the people put the gambling money on Zhou Chenxi's opponent.

You must know that the slaves in the duel arena, each of them has an extraordinary body, and the strength is even more terrifying.

Since a long time ago, there have been few foreign gamblers who have been able to knock down those slaves with such a direct battle and win a gamble completely.

"Hmph, that fifty-one is just an ordinary slave, and being able to be knocked down by such a kid can only mean that this kid has some strength. ”

In the stands, there was a person wearing a brocade costume and several beautiful women around him.

After the end of the First World War, he snorted coldly, threw away the gambling ticket in his hand, and said so.

Because he also pressed the bet, and the gamble was naturally lost by Zhou Chenxi.

But they didn't want to fight, the two of them were fighting normally, but it was Zhou Chenxi who won one point steadily, and he pressed the No. 51 slave very hard.

"This person's next battle, I'm coming. ”

"I'm here to see what such a little devil can do. ”

The man was moving, pot-bellied, and got up from his chair in fear, and then left the booth surrounded by several women.

......

September 1

This is the third battle, and Zhou Chenxi is coming.

He was snorting coldly, looking at the opponent in front of him.

Zhou Chenxi's opponent was also watching, expressionless but with killing intent unleashed, which was very terrifying.

And on the muscles of his chest, there is an engraved number, thirty-two.

It's slave number thirty-two.

"It's one point stronger than the two of them before, but it's still the middle stage of Ning Yuan, didn't I say it before, I want the opponent's Ning Yuan high level in this battle. ”

Looking at his opponent, Zhou Chenxi snorted coldly in his heart, he made a move.

But this time, he didn't just fall into a bitter battle, but was almost blown off his head by his opponent!

It's not that Zhou Chenxi is dragging it out.

But his opponent's strength is extraordinary, and his speed is extremely fast, the two are fighting, and under several countermoves, Zhou Chenxi was blown away with one punch.

It was an inexplicable punch, and each move was full of different moves.

Zhou Chenxi was vomiting blood, and the thirty-second slave's attack was even more violent, and every punch had a terrifying force, all of which hit his head.

Under the crackling, Zhou Chenxi's head was hit many times, his face was even more swollen, and his eyes were almost gone.

There was blood flowing, and Zhou Chenxi completely broke his appearance and became a pig's head.

In this way, he finally became angry.

True Qi was in turmoil, and he made a move, the first time that the tattooed fist was unleashed by him in such a situation.

It is very inexplicable, Zhou Chenxi has learned a lot under the battle with this opponent, and the changes in the tattooed fist have also been thoroughly deduced by him.

"See the moves, the power of the fist. ”

Zhou Chenxi was roaring, but his swollen face made him completely lose his patience in entanglement with his opponent.

He finally performed the tattooed fist technique, completely blasting the opponent's head.

Under the splash of blood, Zhou Chenxi finally won this one.

It was also the first time that he had killed his opponent in a bet.

When No. 32 fell, there was still a sigh in the stands, because they were still not optimistic about Zhou Chenxi, and they all pressed his opponent to win.

As a result, Zhou Chenxi was only suppressed by the other party at first, but then suddenly used his boxing skills.

The final result was that he completely smashed the head of the thirty-two, ending the gambling competition.

"Phew, this kid's strength is more than that. ”

"I'll take a look, old fatty. ”

"Next time, I guess I can put the chips on him. ”

In the stands, the fat man who appeared in the last game appeared this time, and he was still surrounded by many beautiful women, but these people were not the women who appeared last time.

......

September 10th

This is the fourth battle.

Zhou Chenxi was yelling because he was very excited.

His opponent had changed, and it was a physical cultivator who had reached the peak of Ning Yuan.

He was recalling, it is estimated that he had searched the arena a few times, and even made a few wild words, and those registrants wanted to take revenge and sent such an opponent.

Zhou Chenxi was laughing, such an opponent was exactly what he wanted.

"Thirteenth slave. ”

Zhou Chenxi was looking, this was a short old man with a thirteen character engraved on his chest.

There was a murderous aura emanating, but most of it was restrained by this short old man.

He was glaring at Zhou Chenxi angrily, and there was a terrifying aura emanating from it, which was very strong.

Seeing such an opponent, Zhou Chenxi sighed and laughed slightly.

"Come on!"

He was watching, and then he said.

The thirteenth slave snorted coldly and shot at the same time.

The terrifying force was being exerted, but with the first punch, Zhou Chenxi was blown out, and his jaw was hit, and he was dislocated at one time.

"That's the difference in strength. ”

"The thirteenth slave is extraordinary, not comparable to ordinary people, and his strength and battle are constantly fought for life and death. ”

"Thirteenth has been here for twenty years, and it is said that he has almost killed enough of the battles, and in one year he will be able to complete and leave this arena and hell. ”

"This time, this kid is doomed. ”

In the stands, the big fat man from before still came, this time he was supposed to put the gambling money on Zhou Chenxi's body, but he didn't want to see Zhou Chenxi's opponent, so he was suddenly promoted to No. 13.

This is terrifying, because this fat man is a regular visitor in this arena, and naturally knows what kind of slave the thirteenth is.

He is small in stature, but he knows how to restrain his killing intent, suppress the artistic conception of killing, and constantly brew, and then use this as a motivation to release more terrifying tricks.

In this battle, Zhou Chenxi was completely suppressed.

His opponent was constantly blasting out, fighting at Zhou Chenxi.

The blood was scattering, and Zhou Chenxi was invincible.

In the end, he finally used the power of the ancient runes.

The red light was shining, and for the first time in the arena, he showed his true strength.

The roar was ringing, and the explosion was very.

The terrifying degree of strength, the formation of the arena to prevent the gambling fight from being smashed The ground is constantly shaking, and finally it is completely broken.

In this battle, Zhou Chenxi did not use the tattoo fist, but the ordinary power of the tattoo fist.

He was blasting his fists, and there were great changes in the field, and Zhou Chenxi, who had been suppressed, suddenly burst out with terrifying power, exuding a terrifying red brilliance.

After his opponent was punched dozens of times, he completely collapsed in a pool of blood.

But the thirteenth didn't die, because Zhou Chenxi kept his hand.

As he threw the punch, he saw tears dripping from the old man's eyes. The thin old man was silent, but he seemed to have some unfulfilled wishes.

All Zhou Chenxi spared his hand and left the old man's life.

"This, this, this ......"

In disbelief, the fat man on the field was startled, shaking his fat body, and almost jumped out of his chair.

"This ...... What a great boy!"

This time, the fat man's expression finally changed, because he smelled a different breath.

"Alien veins!"

It was a peculiar aura, which seemed to be true qi but not true qi. It's very rich and has a terrible taste.

"There is such an aura, it's not a different vein!" The fat man was jumping, looking at Zhou Chenxi who was leaving, his eyes were changing, and he was uncertain.