As one of the Shura berserkers said, "See the dragon unarmed",

Ding Xiaoyi's blood trembled inexplicably,

It was a long-lost battle intent boiling in his chest, and the eyes of those Shura berserkers began to become hot.

Their pale cheeks became rosy, and their gaze became determined.

Ding Xiaoyi's body trembled inexplicably,

He felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and the battle intent in his body was also majestic.

"See the dragon unloading the armor", all the Shura berserkers let out a low and loud voice.

Their light singing is like the ancient war song,

They brandished the thick big knife in their hands, and they looked at Ding Xiaoyi with burning eyes.

Each Shura berserker is like a faithful guard.

Feeling the boiling battle intent of every Shura berserker, Ding Xiaoyi's heart moved,

He felt as if there were countless memories of the past rushing through him.

He is the supreme king, he is the true emperor.

The blood in his body kept boiling,

The thick broadsword in the hands of each Shura berserker turned into a sword with awe-inspiring fighting intent.

"How is it possible to see the dragon unarmoured?"

However, the rune array master in the void was full of incredulity, and he whispered in his mouth.

Except for Ning Wuzhi, even the other cultivators were full of doubts, they didn't know what was going on.

Ding Xiaoyi only felt that the eternal spark was burning in his chest.

He saw the long-lost and familiar battle intent from this group of Shura berserkers.

The battle intent that conquered the heavens and the earth surged wantonly on his chest.

His eyes began to moisten, this is the long-lost war song singing.

The creatures of heaven and earth are like ants,

And they are the ants who fight against the heavens and the gods.

It's a legacy of resistance!

The Shura berserkers are also a kind of inheritance, they are just remnants of the spirit.

Although Ding Xiaoyi didn't know what was going on, he knew that this group of Shura berserks seemed to know his background.

"War, War, War" ,......

Ding Xiaoyi seemed to hear a cry from ancient times,

"Knock ......",

He also heard the sound of war drums from ancient times, and he felt as if he was in the middle of a bloody battlefield.

There was a spiritual battle intent in this group of Shura berserkers that he was addicted to.

"Boom ......",

All the Shura berserkers stirred up a furious aura, and the swaying energy shattered the sackcloth on their bodies.

Then they were exposed with bloodstained armor.

When you see the dragon unloading your armor, you can see the real dragon when you unload your armor and bow down.

Ding Xiaoyi held the iron chain as thick as a baby's fist in both hands, and he looked at this group of Shura berserks with some confusion.

Everywhere you look, there are pieces of bloodstained armor,

Some of the armor was already riddled with holes, but they stood like pines and did not have any waves. This is a group of real heroes, and they are just a wisp of remnants.

Ding Xiaoyi understood at this moment.

It turned out that they were coming for themselves, and they should have recognized themselves.

And who is he, he couldn't help but sigh.

The Shura berserkers took off all the armor on their bodies, and their bodies were even more scarred.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes began to blur,

It was as if he had met his most loyal guard, and the group of Shura berserkers were also looking at him with burning eyes.

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At this time, silence is better than sound,

The reversal came too quickly.

Ding Xiaoyi's mood couldn't calm down for a long time,

He looked at this group of Shura berserkers, they were the most respectable soldiers.

There is no time to be quiet, everything is just someone carrying the weight for you.

Although countless long years have passed, their obsession is still there.

The battle knife was raised, and the dozen or so Shura berserkers walked towards Ding Xiaoyi with neat steps.

Their faces are resolute and tough,

Their eyes are fiery and determined,

They are the most faithful guardians.

What little remnant of their soul was almost exhausted.

Then their bodies began to shine like cracked crystals, and countless stars flickered.

Ding Xiaoyi watched as this group of respected Shura berserkers turned into countless starlight, along with the war knives in their hands, also turned into that brilliant starlight.

The fireworks are shining, but how can the stars be eternal,

The fireworks are gorgeous, and how can the stars be vast,

The avenue is ruthless, but people are merciful.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at all this blankly, and a crystal teardrop slipped quietly.

More than a dozen Shura berserkers turned into the starlight in the sky in that instant.

The starlight lingered around Ding Xiaoyi, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Ding Xiaoyi found that his heart was very scarred, and it was the kind of pain that could not be described in words.

He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his chest.

The mountain is so high that he can't see the top,

The mountain was so big that he couldn't get a full view of it.

This mountain is unclimbable, and this mountain is even more insurmountable

Ding Xiaoyi knew that his life experience must be related to this mountain.

"I'm ......, what's the situation, why did the Shura berserkers disappear one by one, don't they fight?"

After those Shura berserkers are gone,

Only then did the spectators in the stands react, and their faces showed incomprehensible expressions.

No one thought that Ding Xiaoyi, who was at a disadvantage, would turn defeat into victory again, and the victory was very strange.

The battle between Ding Xiaoyi and this group of Shura berserkers blew like the wind throughout the entire killing field, and the audience in the other gladiatorial arenas all flocked to the A-word gladiatorial arena.

The Shura berserkers eventually disappeared, but the spectators for unknown reasons were stunned, unaware of what had happened.

"How so?" Tang Qing had an expression of disbelief on his face, and Xue Ningsheng also had a puzzled look in his beautiful eyes.

No one knows how this group of Shura berserkers is cultivating.

For they are like men and not men, like demons and not demons,

They're just obsessions.

This obsession is just to see the person they want to see.

When they saw Ding Xiaoyi, all their obsessions disappeared.

So they turned into a little starlight and disappeared.

They should be back in their battleground, they're back in their rightful place.

Ding Xiaoyi's mood was unusually heavy, he knew that his background must have something to do with this group of Shura berserkers.

They know where they come from, but they don't tell it.

They wanted to let themselves find their own life experience, and he had a faint guess in his heart.

Master once said that when the sky falls, there is a tall man on top of it,

In the end, the master still lied to himself, and the sky could not fall.

Because the sky was blocked by a high mountain, and the mountain that blocked the sky made it impossible for him to overcome.

After cleaning up his mood, Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and looked over the gladiatorial arena.

He found the talisman

Master Array's eyes seemed to change slightly.

He felt as if there was something more in his deep eyes that he couldn't understand.

Is that an expectation or what, a curiosity or what?

"The fourth game is over, the fifth game begins",

Finally, the rune array master's voice sounded again without any emotional fluctuations.

But the gladiatorial arena became silent,

The way they looked at Ding Xiaoyi also began to change and became complicated.

They began to face up to the unknown cloth-clothed boy, and they began to re-examine the cloth-clothed boy.

There was no suspense in the next challenge, and Ding Xiaoyi fought dozens of battles on his own.

It's been many days later, Ding Xiaoyi has ushered in his eighty-ninth challenge, and the king of a hundred battles is finally coming to an end.

This time it was a couple, a pair of strong men with swords.

The man had a hideous scar on his face,

But the woman was extremely ugly, with thick eyebrows and a nose, and a mouth that was still huge.

This female sword cultivator was wearing a long red dress, and she was extremely swaggering.

"What a handsome little brother",

The ugly female sword cultivator had a thick rouge gouache on her face, and she grinned, and the rouge on her face fluttered.

Ding Xiaoyi inexplicably gave birth to a bit of a cold, not to mention his ugly appearance, and his behavior was so debauched.

"Husband, you see this kid despises me",

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's disdainful expression, the ugly female sword cultivator couldn't help but say coquettishly to the male sword cultivator on the side,

"Boy, apologize to my wife." The male sword cultivator with a scar on his face frowned, and then scolded Ding Xiaoyi with a high spirit.

"If you're so ugly, you should stay at home, it's your fault to be scary." Ding Xiaoyi said calmly to the strange couple.

As soon as they heard Ding Xiaoyi's insulting words, a cruel smile appeared on the couple's face.