Before He Jinshui could split the axe with both hands, he heard the sound of the bowstring behind him sound endlessly. He turned around and saw hundreds of crossbow bolts glowing brightly.

He Jinshui's mind turned, and his mind manipulated the arrow to go around his body, and flew towards the guests on the observation stage, burrowing into their bodies like poisonous snakes, and nailing them to their seats. The silver masked closest to Balotelli vomited blood, and angrily rebuked, "You are so vicious, you actually want to eat black!"

"Fart!" Barlotelli roared in shock and anger. He didn't know that He Jinshui was playing tricks, his eyes stared at the adjutant who ordered the arrows, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Hello, very good! I didn't expect that I was blind and actually raised you, a two-five boy." ”

"I didn't!" The adjutant couldn't argue, so in order to prove his innocence, he had to take out his thin sword and rush towards He Jinshui desperately.

He Jinshui laughed, quickly dodged, opened his palm and grabbed the five fingers of the slave gladiators in a daze, pulled the magnetic locks with flesh and blood out of their bodies, and threw them far away towards the sky. The magnetic lock exploded in the air, emitting a dazzling light, like fireworks blooming at a festival.

Small stones whizzed into long swords and slashed at everyone's anklets and bracelets, sparks flying everywhere. The freed gladiators, realizing that the death threat had been lifted, grabbed their weapons from their weapon racks and struck them at the guards.

After days of brutal fighting, the remaining gladiators were all skilled and promising, and their joining the band quickly changed the situation. At this time, the bearded man had already dried up, and struggled to climb out of the battle group, leaning against the wall and staring at the handsome young man on the observation platform.

Balotelli belongs to the relatively simple-minded, impulsive and irritable muscular warriors. He was very annoyed when he saw the chaos in the field, and he didn't know how to explain it to the patriarch. At this time, he made a fatal mistake, he did not seize the command in time and organize the guards to line up to meet the enemy at the first time, but left them to fend for themselves. He picked up his two-handed axe and chased He Jinshui and chopped it over.

He Jinshui saw that there was an adjutant in front and a minotaur in the back, so he no longer dodged. With a hook of his left hand, he grabbed the adjutant's aclette, and with his right hand, he slammed it out, bringing Balotelli's axe aside. The adjutant only felt a strong attack, and even the man with the sword involuntarily rushed out several meters, just as he stabbed on Balotelli's ass with a snort.

The minotaur turned, a sense of humiliation in his heart, and pressed towards the adjutant step by step. The adjutant waved his hand again and again, indicating that he was innocent. Balotelli couldn't help but say, the axe slashed down, splitting it in two from head to toe, blood splashed on his face, he licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue deep, and snorted: "Lao Tzu hates Erwuzai the most"!

He Jinshui slapped his face and whistled, his face full of sarcasm. Balotelli looked around and saw that the guards were gradually unable to resist, and the corpses were lying on the ground as the angry gladiators slashed them all the way, knowing that something was going to happen. He transferred all his anger to He Jinshui, and it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart if he didn't kill him.

He Jinshui arrogantly stretched out a middle finger at Balotelli, and hooked his fingertips towards himself, signaling the other party to let the horse come. Balotelli remained motionless, his eyes gradually became bloodshot and red, the muscles of his limbs swelled more and more, and his figure was almost a foot taller out of thin air.

"Berserk!" Ho Jinshui, as a die-hard ally of Berserker Arnold, certainly knew what this meant. He estimated that with the racial talent of the other Minotaur and the strength of a high-level warrior, it was estimated that the frenzy time would be at least more than half an hour, but now he was in surprisingly good shape, and he was not afraid!

Balotelli kicked his hooves the ground and stepped forward step by step, pointing the tip of his axe at the other. He Jinshui held his hands behind his back, his eyes looked at the sky in the distance, completely ignoring the other party, with an arrogant demeanor that no one in his eyes. In line with the principle of respecting me and respecting others, he has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, and he is happy to have revenge! Now that he has hated this evil minotaur to death, he will no longer show mercy. Not only to kill him, but also to make his death painful, and to bring justice to those gladiators who died unjustly.

Seeing him so arrogant, Balotelli's eyes widened with rage, he held the axe in both hands, and rushed over with his hooves accompanied by the sound of the wind, and the axe crossed the arc with a black afterimage, and slashed at He Jinshui's head.

"It's a good time!" He Jinshui's limbs turned into shapes, and the surging power surged, and his left hand drew a circle to meet the axe, slapping it to the side, and jumped high and turned his right hand into a fist, smashing it his cheek. The left side of the minotaur's face was instantly deformed, his teeth fell out, and the corners of his eyes cracked. The whole person rotated 720 degrees in the air, flew three meters sideways before falling heavily to the ground.

Balotelli gritted his teeth and quickly rolled over to his feet. He howled angrily, and his hooves trampled heavily on the ground with a fighting spirit. The ground instantly deformed, buzzing and trembling to transmit the shock wave to the opposite side, throwing He Jinshui into the air, and even making him feel a little dizzy.

He Jinshui was determined, and instantly regained his senses, and his fierce eyes looked at the minotaur with a hideous face and lowered his head, and a pair of huge sharp horns slammed into him.

"Win!" Balotelli stuck out his tongue excitedly as he moved at high speed, this is the killer weapon that he relied on to become famous, and countless masters have died tragically under this trick. He seemed to have seen the scene of He Jinshui being picked on the upper horns and pierced through his stomach.

"Dream!" He Jinshui fell into the air and reached out with his hands, slapped heavily on the horns, borrowed strength, turned over, and dodged in one go, and rode onto Balotelli's shoulders at once. The minotaur slammed his fists into the back of his head, He Jinshui fell backwards, his legs hooked on his waist, and his palms reached down to the ground hard, and a backward roll threw him out.

Balotelli fell to the ground, a sharp pain came from his head, and his horns were actually broken by He Jinshui! He fell to his knees in severe pain, grabbed the axe with his right hand and slashed at the opponent's waist. He Jinshui came first, approached in an instant, grabbed his right arm with his left hand, slapped his right hand on his arm heavily, and broke the right limb of the minotaur with a click, and the broken bones were exposed at once.

Balotelli howled miserably, and he sat on his knees hysterically with his left fist, completely out of control. He Jinshui copied out his right hand, grabbed the opponent's casserole-like fist, and turned it vigorously, twisting his forelimbs into a twisted shape.

The minotaur's mouth was open, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't make a sound of pain. He watched He Jinshui and seemed to beg the other party to give him a good time. He Jinshui shook his head, hooked his feet, and lifted him high and landed in the arena.

The battle in the arena was coming to an end, and the slave gladiators had won a decisive victory. With a hideous face, they dragged out the guards who were hiding one by one and hacked them to death, and when they saw Balotelli with his arms broken and fell to the ground, they cheered happily and gathered around to retaliate.

He Jinshui ignored the atrocities on the field, walked straight to the side of the bearded man, sat side by side with him against the wall, and stretched out his palm towards the other party, "Hello, my name is He Jinshui!" The other party hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Alihan Taylor!", the two palms were tightly clasped together.