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Seeing that all the prohibitions and enchantments had been opened, the old thief said coldly: "Do it! For the sake of you having the courage to sign the contract of life and death, the old man asked you to do it first." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I shook my head and sighed lightly, and said, "Sure enough, I want to die to save face and suffer the sin." With both hands on his shoulders, the whole person has jumped up like a spring, his legs opened violently like a fan in mid-air, and the shadow of his legs in the sky fell straight towards him with a whistling wind. As soon as he made a move, it was so violent, and immediately caused everyone to watch to scream and shout.

The thief's old man's face changed slightly, just now he took my leg, knowing that my leg was full of strength, and he was already a little vigilant in his heart. It's just that he has such a power as soon as he makes a move, but he can't expect it. There are not many martial arts on the mainland that simply use ** to attack, but he happens to have cultivated some, which is why he chose such a duel method. It's just that such a subtle leg technique as mine is unheard of. For a while, he already had the feeling of being cocooned and bound.

However, after all, he is a master who has been famous for hundreds of years, and he immediately suppressed his distracting thoughts, his body flashed rapidly, or dodged or blocked to deal with the ferocious attack, and at the same time, he carefully adjusted his position. There are sharp barbs everywhere, and it won't be fun to be repulsed head-on like you just did.

The gladiatorial fight on the field was so violent from the beginning, which those onlookers couldn't have imagined. It's just that I have my hands behind my back, even if every time I go out of my legs, the wind is howling, but it always gives people a feeling of understatement, but the old thief is in a hurry, hiding in the east and hiding in the province, which is better and which is worse, but it is clear at a glance.

"That's good!" After holding on for a moment, the old thief could still resist, and I couldn't help but smile and said, "Then try this again." "The leg method under the feet has changed abruptly, and the legs are still flying, but they are light or heavy, urgent or slow, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

The old thief finally got used to the speed of my attack just now, and was about to find an opportunity to fight back, but he didn't want me to suddenly change his legs, seeing that I was flying with one leg, he grabbed his hand to squeeze, but he didn't want the leg to be far more flexible than his hand, so he advanced and retreated, and immediately kicked it again after changing the angle. He fell short, and suddenly his body was slightly suffocated, but the leg that came again couldn't dodge at all, and in desperation, he could only fly up with his right foot and meet him head-on.

But I don't want to, this seemingly sharp leg shadow is still just a false trick. This time, he was lucky, and he got it back in a hurry, and his feet were in a mess, and he stumbled with his body.

He was in a trance, busy with his hands by mistake, his fighting spirit was surging, and he was locked in front of his chest, anyway, it was better to kick it in his hand than to hit it in the chest. As for the rest, I can't care about it now.

In the howling wind, the shadow of my legs reappeared, and the target was his open chest, which was firmly blocked by his hands. It's just that this time, he couldn't help but say "not good" in his heart, and he caught it, but his legs were soft and weak, and it seemed to be another false move. His surging fighting qi completely hit the air, without any strength, and that uncomfortable feeling made him can't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Just as he was about to return his hand and block again, the crazy leg shadow retreated and flickered, but it was pasted up again, this time it was not a false move, in the brilliant purple light, the fierce fighting spirit was like destroying the withering and decaying. There was a "click" sound of bone cracking, and the fierce fighting spirit first easily kicked off his left hand, and then hit him in the heart, making his whole person swing backwards like a cannonball.

It was not a wall without danger, but an iron wall full of barbs. If this happens, his life will be over. At the critical moment, he finally showed the strength of the thief god, and his right hand accurately turned around and violently grasped a barb, and with the power of this block, his body was slightly stunned. At the same time, the purple fighting spirit erupted violently, and then slammed into the barb.

After all, the barb was just mortal iron, and for the Amethyst Dou Qi, it couldn't cause much damage at all. With a sharp hiss, the cage he hit bent and cracked violently, and if it weren't for the magic enchantment behind it, it might have been able to completely knock the cage open. After the old thief bumped into him, he fell down and fell weakly to the ground.

There was silence in the field, and the power of this kick completely shocked those fanatical men and women.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" A weak cough came from in front of me, and the thief old man sat up slowly, the blood from the corners of his mouth continued to drip, indicating that he had already suffered heavy internal injuries, and the kick just now, if it wasn't for a hand to block it, would definitely make his entire heart turn into foam.

"Awesome!" The thief old man tried to draw out a wry smile, and said: "The wolf of the Mengjiang River pushes the front waves, and if you can see such a leg method, the old man can be regarded as a well-deserved death." "The Mon River was the longest river in the territory of the Nikolasha Empire.

I was slightly vigilant in my heart, although his face was extremely ugly, but his fighting spirit was still high.

"Fighting with his bare hands, it seems that the old man has brought about his own death. The thief old man said with regret on his face.

I nodded silently, without using weapons, my strength has not weakened in the slightest, but vaguely stronger. However, even if this thief old man learned the strongest fighting skills on the mainland, his strength would still be weakened by nearly half compared to when he had a weapon. On the mainland, there has always been a heavy move rather than a foundation, and ordinary swordsmen have no weapons, and they can't even give full play to one-tenth of their own strength. Otherwise, this old man is also a thief no matter what he says, and I don't think it's so simple to clean him up.

"So, don't blame me for being mean. The old thief suddenly said loudly. His figure exploded suddenly, and at the same time, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a black dagger had silently stabbed at the door in front of me.

I smiled coldly, when I just kicked him in the heart, I felt very strange, and now that I think about it, it should be something he brought to the relationship. Otherwise, if he hits me in the heart, how can he have a chance to release his fighting spirit again? However, with his identity as a thief, it would be strange if he didn't have good protective gear. Pretending to be weak, probably trying to paralyze me, right?

There was an angry whistle and curse, mixed with some cheers and shouts. The rules of the gladiatorial arena are that if you violate the rules, you will lose. That is to say, the old thief has lost his reputation no matter what the outcome is, and the bets placed by those who have just bet on him to win have been lost.

The old thief who took out the dagger was obviously very imposing, and the dagger was hidden or visible, and the attack was exquisite. It's just that it's useless against me. I still had my hands behind my back, and my ethereal figure seemed to have no substance, moving up and down in the midst of his attacks, with a faint smile on my face. It's just that as time passed, my smile became colder and colder.

This is a life-and-death struggle, and the old thief is naturally doing his best. His dagger was silent, and even the color of his fighting spirit was not visible at all, which was almost the same as the Destiny I had encountered before. What's more, even his attack angles and moves are exactly the same as those of Destiny, obviously, he must have a great relationship with the Dark Council.

Originally, he was so despicable, in order to avoid future troubles, I would never allow him to leave alive. Now, though, with this discovery, things are definitely different. The Dark Council is mysterious, and I'm wary. With him, maybe you can learn a little about the other party's situation. Therefore, not only will I not kill him, but I will even leave him a few points of strength, otherwise, he will be worthless, and God knows if he will be abandoned by the Dark Council.

If the old thief knew that I could tell who he was just by his skills, he would definitely regret messing with me. Of course, just now, he has regretted it. Continuous attacks, but as if facing a phantom, without any effort. The space inside the cage is not large, but it is so easy to dodge in such a range, this body technique alone is already much stronger than him.

"It seems that your strength is like this. Seeing that he was slightly discouraged, I said coldly: "Now, it's my turn to do it." Whether you can survive or not depends on whether you can stop me now. "In order to make an excuse for his life, I can't say that I have to be arrogant again.

"Hmph! The old thief couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart, but he refused to relax at all.

I shook my head dumbly, and sure enough, my mouth was not rotten, and I said coldly: "Take it." The body soared into the air, moving and flashing in mid-air, and the changes were extremely high.

The thief's old man's face changed greatly, and as I soared, a violent hurricane gradually formed around him, although it did not appear, but he clearly felt the majestic power like the sea. The power was so vast that he couldn't even think of dodging, so he could only helplessly burst into a fighting spirit, ready to meet the most violent blow in his life.

"Wind!" was like a spring thunder on the ground, and a loud cry came, even the people watching from the sidelines felt their scalps tingle, their ear drums vibrate, and their chests felt like they were pressing a big stone. They still had the resistance of the magic enchantment, and the thief old man who bore the brunt of it was even more like gold paper, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was seriously injured by drinking.

I was lying flat in the air, spinning like a spinning top. The hurricane, which was completely formed by the strength of the energy, finally appeared in front of the people, and my constantly rotating feet were more like the blades of the hurricane, straight into the old man's chest.

(To be continued)