Yama Imperial City, Midtown.

Dragons and snakes were mixed, and there was a trace of killing in the air.

The streets and alleys are full of ruins, but there are quite a lot of people, the Wu tribe, the ancient tribe, and even the weak human race, 8,000 neutral races, the number is not inferior to the four cities of the east, south, west, and north. Even though it's ruined, it's so appealing.

For the warriors, Midtown is both heaven and hell.

If you have enough strength, then here you can get everything, wealth, treasures, women, the thrill of killing, etc. The martial arts arena in the city, the gladiatorial arena one after another, can be seen everywhere, there may not be many other things in the middle city, but there is absolutely no shortage of martial arts arena and gladiatorial arena.

In particular, the 'Arena of Death' in the center of the city is like a holy place in the middle of the city.

Only the powerhouses of the Saint King level, or the 'Fighting Emperor' who has won more than 1,000 times in the gladiatorial arena of all levels in the city, are qualified to fight for life and death in the outlaw gladiatorial arena. The outlaw gladiatorial arena that can accommodate millions of spectators, every pinnacle battle is full of people and boiling.

Countless gamblers, countless strong people, for the blood of the blood.

"Brute vine!"

"Mamoru Higashito!"

"Manteng, you are the strongest!"

......

There was a cheer and boiling.

In the outlaw gladiatorial arena, a black figure lay in a pool of blood on the huge battlefield, covered with blood, the left shoulder has been flattened, and the right leg is completely missing, and the flesh and blood are blurred. The worst thing is the skull, which twists irregularly, as if it has been twisted by someone.

Miserable!

Be extremely tragic.

It's dead thoroughly.

I couldn't see his face, but I could see the golden dragon spear he was holding in his right hand, and the spirit of the spear seemed to be crying and trembling. But at this moment, in the shouts of millions of spectators around, it is so insignificant that no one cares.

And in the very middle of the gladiatorial arena. Manten's eyes were shining, and he was raising his hands to enjoy the honor of the stars and the moon.

The armor on his body was also torn, and his injuries were no less than those of the dead black figure, but he had an exceptionally strong body and a stronger fighting spirit. Jing eyes widened, and the brute vine slapped his chest violently. Roaring like a vent.

"Ahh!!h

At this moment, the barbarian vine is the real 'king'!

In the Arena of Death, defeat the existence of the 'king' of the same rank.

Reckless, arrogant.

He has no scruples, and he needs no scruples.

In the middle city, strength is everything, even if the status is as high as the king of the four directions, the middle city that enters has no status at all.

Over here. Everything is decided by fists, the strong are respected, and the weak are ......

Nothing.

The black figure that was carved into a pool of blood was just a corpse.

No one cares what his previous identity was, and no one will sympathize with him, dying here can only mean that he is not strong enough. Even, the invective in the audience has never stopped. Some of them are cursing incessantly, but they are the gamblers who have lost all their money.

...

"North Ryumori!"

"Whew!"

"It's just a wine bag and a rice bag!"

The barbarian vine is wanton. His eyes were shining, and he stretched out a kick and kicked Beilongshou in the abdomen, kicking his corpse into the air, and then 'Peng' fell heavily on the battlefield, but he didn't even react at all, and he was already dead......

However, the barbarian vine seems to feel that he has not enjoyed it yet, not only does the verbal insult continue, but also the whipping corpse!

"Bad seeds!"

"Where did you lose the Dao? You lost the blood of a cheap human being, ha

"Vulnerable. Vulnerable!"

"Humph!"

The brute strode over, his eyes fierce.

The left foot, which was as thick as the trunk of a tree, stomped on the left foot of the Northern Dragon Shou, only to hear the sound like the porcelain shattering, and a piece of star source power flashed, but in an instant, the left foot became a pile of mud. At present, the Northern Dragon is so miserable, but it is a real dead corpse.

"Ha Lu Ha

The heroic and frenzied movements, which led to a whistle and cheers around him, danced for the strength of the barbarian vine, and the excitement in the eyes of the barbarian vine was abnormal. Wantonly ravaging the corpse of the North Dragon Guard, his eyes once again fixed on the head of the North Dragon Guard, revealing a bit of hideousness.

Step, step, step!

Every step is like a thousand pounds.

Manteng's hands 'clicked', and deep hatred surged, but it was a grudge with Beilongshou for a day or two.

He couldn't wait to cut Beilong Shou with a thousand knives, how could he let him die so comfortably!

"Ji Longfeng, if Lao Tzu wants you to die, you will lose face!"

This time, my old man will take a long face for the king of Eastern Hades, take your head as a trophy, and hang it on the top of the city tower, so that everyone can see the so-called strong people of your northern Hades lineage!"

"It's all garbage!"

......

Smack! Standing in front of the corpse of Ji Long Peak.

The barbarian vine moved his head, and in the midst of the cruel laughter, his right hand was directly stretched out into a claw, wanting to take the head of Ji Longfeng.

There was endless cheering around, the thrill of torture and killing made the blood boil of countless spectators, and the hysterical shouts made the entire outlaw gladiatorial arena feel like hell. Here, there is no mercy, no humanity, only gambling and fighting, only blood and fists.

At this moment-

"Peng!"

In the outlaw gladiatorial arena, the huge semi-circular shield shone with white light, and the extremely fierce fire almost fell from the sky, not only the audience screamed endlessly, everyone opened their eyes wide, and looked at the top of the shield in horror, even the barbarian vine also stopped his movements and raised his head.

The semicircular shield of the Colosseum!

It was built to avoid casualties in the auditorium, and it exists.

Even the duel between strong men like Kita Ryumori and Higashi Mamoru has not broken the shield in the aftermath, but at the moment, it ......

Boom!

Flames, such as falling from heaven.

"Zheng!" The high-pitched cry sounded, and everyone saw a blood phoenix descending from the sky above, and the blood-covered eyes bloomed with an incomparably rich killing aura, frantically bombarding the semicircular shield. In the blink of an eye, the top of the shield was shattered, with the tip as the center, and cracks appeared. Crack in all directions.

"Boom!" the blood phoenix rushed through directly.

There was a lot of shock, and it was suffocating.

Higashito Mamoru's face changed suddenly, and his essence was revealed, but he knew that the person who came was friend or foe, and his strength was extremely strong.

Target, straight at him!

"What a strong flame!" Higashito Shou's heart was dark. "It's still two layers, mixed with mysterious flames. ”

At a glance, you can see through a lot.

As one of the sixteen castle guards, Higashito Mamoru has extraordinary knowledge and strength, which should not be underestimated. He was able to kill the Northern Dragon Guard, relying on his real strength.

But at this moment, the danger is also instantaneous.

"Flame!" the fire swooped down.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the scene in the Colosseum. But it's rare and extreme.

Who is it?

Who is it?

This question is even more questionable in the heart of Higashito Mamoru , but now he only sees the fire, and he only sees the blood-colored phoenix, and the power of the breath is extremely terrifying. Not only is it full of momentum, but it is also irresistible, as if with a determination to die. The jade is burned.

Don't hit it hard!

"Oh?" Manten's eyes were cold, and his right foot was empty. Kick up with your left foot and step back.

There is more momentum, but not enough change.

It's not that the comer is not strong, but this attack is not a real attack, it is just ......

It's just a matter of pushing him back.

"Peng!"

It was a fiery figure, like a divine general.

As Mando expected. The aim was not to attack, but to 'drive him away'. Right now, standing proudly in the center of the outlaw gladiatorial arena, it was exactly in front of the corpse of the Northern Dragon Shou. The arrogance dissipated, and the figure of the comer was not very tall. The face is becoming more visible and clear.

"Wow~" There was a sound of inhalation around him.

There was a lot of discussion and noise.

Amazed!

However, the real most surprising person was not others, but the barbarian vine!

With his eyes wide open, looking at the person in front of him, Manto was a little stunned, but he never imagined that what appeared in front of him would be a human being! Moreover, it was a human he was very familiar with, a human who was like an ant in front of him in Dongcheng that day—

Lin Feng!

"Who am I? Mando snorted coldly, with disdain.

"Barbarian vine!" Lin Feng lowered his voice and drank in a deep voice. The anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed at all, his hands were clenched into fists, and his muscles were exposed. In the Xiong Imperial Garden, he almost collapsed when he heard the bad news, and now seeing the corpse of Beilongshou with his own eyes made his heart even more entangled, and it was even difficult to breathe.

Beilongmori, it's really dead!

Right in front of himself, dead.

Lin Feng's body trembled, but he couldn't believe what he saw, and his killing intent and anger couldn't help but vent. The breath energy of the Saint King level spread out the waves, but it made the indifferent barbarian vine on the side change his face slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Saint King Level!

"This kid, how did he become a saint king in a short period of time?"

"No, the aura also seems to be a little different from three days ago, what's going on?"

The heart of the barbarian vine was dark, and he put away his contempt.

His intuition told him that the human in front of him was completely different from three days ago.

...

Heartache, guilt!

With deep self-blame, Lin Feng's heart seemed to be torn apart.

Without the slightest breath, Beilong guarded the death thoroughly, and there was no power to return to the sky. However, even so, the barbarian vine still refuses to let go of the North Dragon Guard, and keeps abusing the corpse, if he comes one step later, the North Dragon Guard may not even be able to keep the head, and there is no real dead corpse!

"It's my fault. ”

"It's all my fault!"

"If it weren't for me, how would Lord Beilongshou accept his challenge!"

"If it weren't for me, Lord Beilongshou wouldn't have died at all!"

......

Clenching his fists, Lin Feng's eyes were about to split.

Anger, constantly hit my heart, thinking of Beilongshou's kindness to him, remembering that he has been helping him, and he has not had time to repay him, but he is already ......

No more chance!

"Barbarian vine!" Lin Feng's eyes were blood-red, and his expression was solemn.

The flames of his hands rose like the sky, and the crazy devouring was like a dragon roaring, and at this moment, Lin Feng's momentum completely overwhelmed the barbarian vines.

"I want you to pay with blood!"

... (To be continued......)