In a dark, damp room in the Colosseum.

A man with a cold face and eyes like torches was wiping the long knife in his hand inch by inch, as focused as stroking a peerless beauty.

The rich aura of blood permeated the dark red blade, just like the aura emitted by the man.

Suddenly, the gate opened, and the man raised his head, and whispered excitedly towards the long knife in his hand: "Kill one more, and you will have a hundred people!" ”

He practiced the Crazy Blood Sword Technique, which was so bloody that he needed to constantly accumulate evil qi in killing.

By now, the man had killed ninety-nine people with the long knife in his hand, all of whom were martial artists, including two eighth-rank martial artists.

Walking out of the gate, the man stood in the gladiatorial arena that was in the spotlight, and he also saw his opponent, a man wearing a bull's head mask and a body that was not inferior to his own.

"Crazy Knife is here!"

"That bull demon is dead, the mad sword is the strength of the eight grades of martial arts, and there is a terrifying sword martial arts, all of which have won thirty-two consecutive games in the gladiatorial arena."

"The Bull Demon should also be an eight-rank martial artist, it can be seen from the fact that he easily killed two giant gray wolves, but compared to the mad knife, it is still a little less hot."

The audience continued to exchange heads, and most people thought that the odds of the knife were better.

Fang Ping's eyes were bright and he observed his opponent.

He can judge a person's martial arts cultivation from his breathing, as long as his strength is not too different.

This mad knife is indeed the strength of the eight grades of martial arts, and the strength is more powerful than several martial arts eight rank dart masters in the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and it has a bloody aura tempered in the killing, which is difficult to compare with the martial artists who have not experienced life and death fighting.

"What do you call it?" The crazy knife that did not hide his appearance, opened his mouth coldly.

"Bull Demon." Fang Ping said the nickname that the gladiatorial arena had come up with for himself.

"Good! I don't kill the nobody, don't let me down. ”

The mad knife swept out, and the distance of dozens of meters was crossed by him in an instant.

Wrapped in a rich evil aura, he rushed to the front and back of Fang Ping's body, and the mad knife raised his long knife and slashed towards Fang Ping's front door.

Strength and speed are not something that a nine-rank martial artist can parry, and the bloody aura that comes to his face can also crush the minds of ordinary martial artists.

Poop!

Boom Boom!

Fang Ping also held the knife in his hand, and he met the blade that slashed at his head in a hurry, exploding a series of waves of qi and metal.

"This is just the beginning!" The mad knife cracked his mouth and smiled, and the dark red long knife quickly formed a large net that shrouded Fang Ping, true and false, virtual and real, as if it was a bloody mouth, wanting to devour Fang Ping.

But this change fell into Fang Ping's eyes and was slowed down a lot.

The clanging sound of striking iron echoed densely in the gladiatorial arena like raindrops, and the fierce attack of the fierce knife was resolved by Fang Ping without danger for more than a dozen rounds.

After being shocked back a few meters away, the mad knife looked crazy, and his eyes were red and he roared: "Kill!" ”

He directly cast the Crazy Blood Knife Technique, and there was a vicious red mist outside the dark red knife body, as if it was soaked in blood, Fang Ping stepped back, and some wounds appeared on his face, arms, and chest one after another.

Not fatal, but bleeding.

The mad knife laughed hideously, the situation was already under his control, as long as it was a moment or three, he would be sure to kill Fang Ping.

"It's a pity, this bull demon is going to be defeated."

……

……

The mad knife became more and more courageous, suppressing Fang Ping to the corner.

The one-handed mad blood knife technique was used to the extreme, and there was a buzzing sound where the blade passed, and the woven knife net, layer upon layer, covered Fang Ping from head to toe, even if a stone was thrown inside, it would instantly turn into a shattered block.

"Very strong!"

Fang Ping's eyes froze, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Exhale and exhale heavily, Fang Ping mobilizes the pores of the whole body, swallows the air together with the mouth and nose, and activates the muscles and bones.

An incredible scene happened, Fang Ping's body turned red, like a red-hot kettle, and a large amount of steam came out from under the pores.

The qi and blood were tumbling and surging in Fang Ping's veins several times, and for a while, Fang Ping's strength and speed had a terrifying increase.

"What the hell?"

The mad knife's body paused for a moment, and Fang Ping's change fell into his eyes, which was really incomprehensible.

"It's my turn."

Fang Ping slashed out with a knife, a straightforward knife, without a single bells and whistles, and the force that poured out was like a mountain and a sea, repelling the mad knife like a stormy wave.

"How could it be ......?"

The mad knife was shocked, his arm was numb, and the long knife almost came out of his hand.

The pores are exhaled together with the mouth and nose, and the qi and blood of the square increase dramatically, the strength and speed of the surge, and the load is also huge.

Even with the Eighth-Rank Iron Bone Realm Physique, Fang Ping could feel the pain in his body that was about to be torn apart and his blood vessels were about to explode, and he wanted to end this battle as soon as possible.

Before bullying him, Fang Ping didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, and smashed down one after another, and the good long knife fell into Fang Ping's hand and turned into a big hammer weighing a thousand catties.

Poop! Poop! Poop! Poop!

He gave up all kinds of changes, and purely with the power of terror, he lowered ten guilds with one force, and bombarded the mad knife with one force to break ten thousand laws.

"Nope! That's impossible! How could the Eight Grades of Martial Arts have this level of power......"

After receiving Fang Ping's more than a dozen slashes with a mad knife face, his arm had lost sensation, half of his body was numb, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding nonstop.

"Final blow!"

Fang Ping let out a long breath, changed to holding the knife with both hands, from top to bottom, jumped up and slashed towards the mad knife, the latter was blocked by the revenant, one arm was separated from the elbow, and it flew more than ten meters away.

"Don't kill me...... I throw in the towel...... I throw in the towel. ”

The mad knife lay on the ground with a pale face, shouting in his mouth.

Fang Ping turned a deaf ear, his arm shook, and the blade cut through the flesh and blood, cutting a blood line on the throat of the mad knife, and after gradually expanding, the picture presented in the gladiatorial arena was the scene of the head of the mad knife falling to the ground.

"Win?"

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is he, the mad knife is not an ordinary eight-rank martial artist, what kind of monster is this bull demon!"

The unexpected result made the gladiatorial arena first suppressed and then boiled.

"If it weren't for my ability to control the pores, I might be the one lying in a pool of blood right now."

"The power produced by this pore and the "Turtle Breath Breath Breathing Technique" working together with the mouth and nose is also amazing, who would have thought that a health preservation technique would have such a miracle? ”

Returning to a normal state, Fang Ping, who had dissipated the red steam light from outside his body, walked through the gate and walked the stairs back to the reception room of the gladiatorial arena.

The receptionist who arranged for Fang Ping's opponent was as shocked as if he had seen a ghost when he saw Fang Ping's victorious return.

"What about the good money, didn't you say that if you win this crazy knife, the prize will not be less than fifty taels."

Fang Ping shouted like thunder.

"Ah...... ...... to the

The reception staff did not dare to delay and took the silver ticket; "Fifty taels, Master Niu, you order a little. In addition, there are people who want to meet you. ”

"Nope." Fang Ping took the silver ticket and planned to leave the gladiatorial arena, when he came next time, it would depend on when he was free.