Never give in, there are only these four words left in Lu Li's mind, as long as there is still one breath, he will never give in!

At this time, the entire gladiatorial arena was very quiet, everyone watched this scene silently, Lu Li was like a walking corpse who didn't know the pain, his body was covered in blood that had been injured by Mu Zhong's scorching air waves, and he still didn't stop attacking, killing again and again, in exchange for flying upside down again and again.

Most of the people who came to see the excitement purely showed a trace of unbearable, after all, in the first nine games, most of them had identified with Lu Li's long-lost blood, and even regarded him as a hero, but now, the hero in his mind was beaten around like a sandbag, and Lu Li's miserable situation, they felt the same way.

It was also at this time that many people suddenly felt a trace of disgust in their hearts for the gladiatorial arena that had lasted for hundreds of years. But they had no choice but to watch as this cruel scene continued to unfold.

Ling Xi's weak tears fell down in a thunderbolt, looking at the scene in a daze, she only felt so painful in her heart, at this time she wanted to rush off the field regardless of it, but unfortunately she couldn't move, she had already been pointed to by Ling Wansheng next to her.

It was also at this moment that Ling Xiqiao, who had always been a little weak and indisputable, had a trace of hatred in his heart and a strong desire for strength.

"If he dies today, I will definitely avenge him in the future!" his desolate gaze suddenly became much firmer, yes, it is revenge.

Ling Xiqiao didn't know why this idea suddenly popped up in his heart, and he didn't want to think about it, he only knew that he had to do it.

Even Ling Aniu, who had a simple brain and some lacked tendons, looked at this qiē silently at this time, looked at his grandfather, and opened his mouth several times to speak, but in the end it became a helpless sigh.

"Why, why are you so stubborn?" At this time, in a remote corner of the stands, a thin figure wearing a black robe that covered itself tightly held his head in pain, as if he couldn't bear to watch this scene again.

A trace of remorse flashed in Huang Shan's lowered eyes, he might not have betrayed his brother without being able to withstand the temptation of interests, but this look of remorse was only fleeting.

"I'm not wrong, it's that he doesn't treat me as a brother at all!" Huang Shan raised his head suddenly, his eyes turned red, "Why did he treat me as a brother all these years in his hidden cultivation?

Feeling the power of the blood soul in his body, Huang Shan felt that it was worth it.

In just the past few days, Mu Ting has provided a lot of cultivation resources to help him temper **, which is several times more than the sum of his past ten years, and finally he succeeded and awakened the blood soul.

"Soon, as long as the first blood element is raised, I will officially become a blood soul warrior, and I will become a human master from now on!"

Slowly, the figure in his mind that had wandered together since childhood, dominated the garbage dump since childhood, became more and more blurred, until it finally completely dissipated.

"Brother, I don't need a brother in Huangshan! I want to become stronger, I want to be a master!" Huang Shan's expression was distorted, and he glanced at the figure who was beaten around like a sandbag in the field, got up and walked out.

Since then, Huangshan has died, and it is Mushan who will be alive in the future!

"Huh?" Many Blood Soul powerhouses in the stands were surprised, and slowly felt the strangeness on Lu Li's body.

"What's the matter, why is this kid's aura getting stronger and stronger?"

Lu Li was patted around by Mu Zhong like a sandbag, and it stands to reason that he will definitely be hit hard, and his breath is getting weaker and weaker, but Lu Li in the field is just the opposite.

Every time he was blown away, no less than a dozen times, but the aura on his body showed no signs of weakening, but every time he was blown away, the aura was stronger.

With it, the rumbling blood flow on the body became louder, and the battle intent burst out to the sky, unyielding, indomitable, and tenacious.

"How can this be?" Mu Zhong also noticed the abnormality, and the light smile on his face was no longer calm. originally thought that Lu Li would be beaten to the ground in a few strokes and let him ravage, but now he is getting stronger and stronger.

But then his face changed to a grim smile, I see how long you can last!

This time, Mu Zhong didn't keep his hand anymore, and jumped up and rushed towards Lu Li.

This blow used ten percent of the force, cat and mouse, and the game is almost here, it's time to end.

"It's just the Great Perfection of the first realm, and under the overwhelming strength of the second realm, there is no scum left!"

There is a big difference between the two, and the strength is not on the same level at all, although Lu Libiao is a little unexpected, but he has this confidence.

Besides, Lu Li, every time he bombarded, the qi and blood in his body were shocked, and the blood element was almost on the verge of collapse, every time at this time, the drop of ancestral blood in the body would beat once, and the blood element that was about to collapse would recover again.

In the bombardment again and again, Lu Li gradually fell into a strange state similar to a coma, and the blood pattern hall on his chest became clearer and clearer, especially the drop of ancestral blood in it, which rotated faster and faster, faintly forming a blood sea vortex in the hall.

The bloodline around the body is centered on this, circulating according to some strange route, and Lu Li's aura gradually grows.

In particular, the speed of the swinging double fists is getting faster and faster, from only one punch at the beginning, and slowly increasing to three punches and four punches...... In the end, Mu Zhong faced a fist shadow.

After all, there is a big difference in the realm, and Mu Zhong dissolved it with a palm of his hand.

In the confusion, Lu Li's comprehension of "Long Fist Blood Refining Technique" became deeper and deeper, and many previously obscure places suddenly became clear, and his comprehension of the true meaning of this set of boxing techniques reached a new height.

"An inch long, an inch strong!" inexplicably, a sentence flashed in his mind.

It was also at this time that Mu Zhong urged ten percent of his strength, intending to end this battle completely, and he had played enough of the game of cat and mouse.

"It's good!" A strong sense of crisis pulled Lu Li back to reality, and he couldn't help but burst into a shout, jumped up, and met him fiercely.

The shadow of the fist covers the sky, like the god of war in the sky, and the power exuded is no worse than Mu Zhong's "Flame Hand".

"This is ......" The blood soul powerhouses in the surrounding stands were all staring, and the punching techniques that Lu Li was using now made them feel familiar, and even showed a kind of horror from their bones.

"Have you really comprehended the essence of the 'Long Fist Blood Refining Technique'?" Ling Wansheng, the previous head of the Ling family in the Sichuan Prefecture Mansion, had a hint of brilliance in his eyes, maybe today, the fist technique that made all the blood soul warriors in China look up to hundreds of years ago is about to reappear.

"Okay, first "Inch Step", and now it's this punch again, it seems that you really have a relationship with my Forbidden Nine Group!" Lei Qianlie's eyes of the Forbidden Nine Group were even more shining, and he thought of something.

PS: Tomorrow classifies new book recommendations, and I am nervous ~~~~~~