"What's going on?" Xin Fang looked at the fighter's outfit that completely covered him at the moment, remembering a series of events that had happened in the ghost well before, and said to himself: "Where do I seem to have seen that ghost light?" Xin Fang frowned, his sleepy eyes suddenly lit up, and sighed: "By the way! I have seen a fighter outside the city who was shrouded in a burst of black light before entering the martial arts arena, are the black lights and ghost lights both the entrances and exits of the martial arts arena?" Could it be that I collected the life and death aura of that ghost, and the teleportation light took me as a fighter?" Shrouded in the ghost forest robe, Xin Fang smiled brightly: "It must be." Originally, I was worried that the wanton slaughter of bloody ghosts would attract ghostly overlords. Now that I'm a fighter, I can do it openly. Thinking of this, Xin Fang was even more excited. Immediately, he stood up from the Yellow Spring, attached the Demon Sword Life and Death Sticker to his back, and moved his muscles and bones to adapt to the battle robe.

"Hmm? There's a ghost. I'll see. Xin Fang sat down in the yellow spring again, waiting for the people outside the door. As soon as the wind blew, the gate opened automatically, and four ghosts floated in, and they respectfully prostrated in front of Xin, talking nonsense that Xin Fang did not understand.

Xin Fang's eyebrows moved, and he directly released the breath of life and death to invade the world of consciousness of the ghost who was talking nonsense, searching the language area in it, and then he knew what it was talking about. It turned out that they had come to invite Xin Fang (specifically the role of the fighter played by Xin Fang) to go to the 51st District of the Fighting Arena to participate in the Fighter Battle. Xin Fang searched for the pronunciation of the phrase "You guys go outside and wait outside" from the world of ghost consciousness, and then ordered four ghosts. The four goblins answered in unison, and then left Huangquan.

"Soul cultivator?, this name is who I am now. Xin Fang's eyes were filled with excitement. "My goal is to fight a hundred battles, and then slaughter all the remaining thousand-point level bloody ghosts! Be just round the corner. He looked at Huang Quan's outside with sleepy eyes, and said in high spirits: "The first battle." The ravaging fighter kills. Xin Fang's figure flashed, and he left Huangquan in an instant.

Under the guidance of the four living and death ghosts, Xin Fang soon came to the fifty-first area of the Douwu Arena, and before he arrived, he had already heard the ghosts howling and boiling into the sky. Xin Fang sighed in his heart, it was really a good place to collect the breath of life and death. After passing through a layer of ghosts, Xin Fang came to the battle platform of the fighting arena.

In the center of Xin Fang's vision is a huge clearing, this is the legendary martial arts arena battle platform, and thousands of ghosts are floating in the sky as far as the eye can see. Xin Fang's appearance immediately drew cheers from all the ghosts, but that cheer sounded like an ugly ghost cry to Xin Fang. Xin Fang ran the breath of life and death to block out the sound. Then float into the battle arena in the usual way of fighters.

There was already a bloody ghost floating on the opposite side, it was formless, it was completely a half-congealed pile of blood suspended in the air. This bloody ghost is Xin Fang's first prey as a fighter, and the fighter "kills". The fighter kills without eyes, but Xin Fang can sense its contempt, as if the identity of the soul cultivator has been the defeat of this killer's subordinates before. In the heap of blood, there has been a continuous scream of killing and disdain, which is a provocation to the fighter's "soul cultivation".

"A hundred points of life and death breath is really shabby. Xin Fang retracted his sense and did not use the magic sword to live and die. Just the right hand clenched into a fist slightly, and then cast a flash flash, and the whole body disappeared on the battle platform. The audience was a sensation, and the killing was even more frightening. A blast. The blood push disappeared, and the killing was killed instantly. Xin Fang's figure then slowly appeared in the battle platform, behind where Kill was originally standing.

After a brief moment of silence, the ghosts erupted into a tsunami-like howl, and they cheered on Xin Fang. Xin Fang ignored it. He was distracted by the life and death of the demon sword, which squeezed out the newly collected hundred points of life and death breath. When he was done, Xin Yi looked at the black sky in front of him. Because in it, a black light slowly condensed in front of him, and finally a line of ghost drawing symbols appeared.

"Cultivating the soul is better than killing. Soul Cultivation: Seven wins, ten defeats, two consecutive wins. Next Battle: District 1112; ”

After the black light disappears. Xin conveniently left the 51st District with the unique martial steps of a fighter and headed for the 1112th District. In the 1112th district, Xin Fang still killed his opponent instantly, and then continued to rush to the next battle platform. Xin Fang continued to run around one battle platform after another, and the ninety-eight crazy instantaneous kills made his life and death aura points exceed 100,000, soaring to 110,000.

"Cultivating the soul is better than blood. Soul Cultivation: One hundred and five wins and ten defeats; Next Battle: District 13, Fighter: The Fall. ”

After Xin Fang instantly killed the ninety-ninth fighter, a cloud of black light appeared in front of him as usual. This will be Xin Fang's hundredth battle, and it will also be his last warm-up on his way to the Overlord's Mansion. But this time the black light has not dissipated for a long time, and this abnormality has also attracted Xin Fang's attention, he looked at the ghost drawing talisman on the black light, and finally locked his eyes on the last two words - "fall", shook his head and said lightly: "I'm afraid this fighter is not simple." ”

Xin Fang was cautious in his heart, after all, the use of the breath of life and death by the bloody ghost was much stronger than him, and the most mediocre bloody ghost could exert the breath of life and death ten times that of Xin Fang. If it weren't for the fact that Xin Fang had been filling up the points, and the bloody ghosts couldn't collect the breath of life and death, I'm afraid Xin Fang wouldn't have been able to win ninety-nine battles in a row, and all the battles ended in the most domineering way - instant kills.

After a long time, the black light finally receded, and when the last two ghost talismans "fell" completely disappeared from Xin Fang's sight, a stream of ghost energy poured on Xin Fang's body as usual, and the teleportation was opened.

The field of vision is changed, and in the ice world, there is not a single ghost watching the battle, and there is no fall of the fighter.

Although Xin Fang was accustomed to the scene in the hallucinatory hell, he was still very surprised when he saw the scene in front of him. It must be known that even if "Soul Cultivation" achieved a terrifying 100-game winning streak (his own ninety-nine consecutive victories, plus a real small victory for Soul Cultivation), he couldn't get much pomp and circumstance.

"Party A: Yum fighter, soul cultivator. A sound like a glacier colliding resounded on the battle platform, causing Xin Fang to return his mind to the battle platform.

"Party B: Thousand Victorious Fighters, Fallen. The voice rang out again.

"What? Xin Fang was stunned, the strongest fighter he had met before was only fifty wins, and now a thousand wins fighter suddenly appeared, no wonder the treatment was so special. However, Xin Fang didn't feel much pressure, even if it was a martial arts arena-like Qiansheng fighter, at most he would just let him move a few more times, as for the formation of a challenge, I am afraid that only the Ashes Overlord himself can do it in the Ashes Ghost City.

"I just don't know how much life and death aura there is on this Qiansheng fighter?" Xin Fang guessed in his heart, looking into the distance with a pair of sleepy eyes. Under Xin Fang's attention, cracks began to appear on the ice, as if a ghost painting talisman was made. In the very center of this ghost drawing, there is a black dot that is vibrating, and the fog black is constantly floating out of it.

The fighter fell, and it was those fog blacks.

"Fighter cultivator, nicknamed 'Killer' in the martial arts arena, your rise surprised me. In the darkness of the fog, there was a burst of eerie nonsense. Xin Fangqi said: "You can actually speak?" The opponents he met before could only howl. The Thousand Victorious Fighter Fall snorted, "Rare and strange. Closer to home, Killer, I admire you, and if you can take over my great three forms, I will recommend you to the barracks as a general. ”

"Barracks General, you're no ordinary bloody ghost. Xin Fang watched the fall. Fall laughed and said, "Yes or no, what does it matter?" Xin Fang smiled and said, "Fighting with the Thousand Victorious Fighters, the story must be very exciting." Fall waved his hand and said, "I hope the ending won't disappoint me." Heheha

"I'm afraid that its true cultivation is not only a thousand wins, but at least eight thousand wins. Xin Fang's palms slowly flattened, and began to burn the flame of life and death. Suddenly, the Thousand Wins Fighter disappeared from Xin Fang's field of vision. Xin Fangqi said: "Flash mob, Thousand Victorious Fighter, you are so majestic!" Xin Fang also cast a flash mob, and the holy flame swept across the battle platform.

The Ice Battle Platform was empty, but the ghost qi was twisted in Yan zhòng. After the big move, there was the big stillness, and in the automatic repair of the battle platform space, two figures slowly appeared, it was the distant Xin Fang and the Thousand Victorious Fighter. (To be continued......)