Ning didn't know what was happening outside, and he didn't react when he learned that the opponent he was going to fight against was named Sal Sheep, after all, he didn't remember such a person in his memory.

But if you want to talk about intersection, this Sal sheep really has something with Ning, or another guy in the body who they call Xihe, but Xi He himself may not remember, after all, in that group hunting battle, there were too many people who lost in his hands, and he didn't take people's heads or cut people's ears, even if he was defeated in his hands, many people still survived in the later stage, and Sal sheep was one of these people.

And the strength of the Saar sheep also improved by leaps and bounds after that group hunting battle.

The Supreme Inquisition's definition of Saar sheep is only at the boundary of the half-step realm, and it has not really stepped into the realm yet. In the battle of the death arena, two weeks ago, Sal Yang had just defeated a death fighter who had entered the hall realm, and it was a complete victory, defeating the opponent in twenty moves, and this kind of combat power should not be defined under the realm of the hall in any way.

But there is no way, this time it is the highest level of trial in the Colosseum to close the coffin, even if it is an unwilling empty mountain in his heart, and his three fellow brothers dare not say more than half a sentence.

As the bronze bell was rung, the deathmatch officially began.

Deathmatch is always the simplest and most straightforward, there are no outside rings, there will be someone to host, there will be commentary, and both sides need to confirm the preparation before the battle, and then the attack is allowed.

The simplest rule of a deathmatch in the Colosseum is that the bell rings as the starting signal and ends with the death of the other party, during which time no one will interrupt the battle.

The bronze bell rang, the two iron doors of the Colosseum were slowly pulled up by chains, Ning walked out slowly from behind one iron door with a limp, and behind the other iron door was a dark and profound insight, which felt like the one who was about to come out of the cage was not a death fighter, but a fierce beast that was covering the world.

The same iron flute, which rotated smoothly and neatly between Ning's fingers, back and forth, the speed of each flip was almost the same, giving people an indescribable sense of subtle rhythm.

Of course, in this situation, I am afraid that no one will pay attention to the iron flute in his hand, and the upcoming battle is what they are most concerned about.

You must know that in this death match, the VIP seats were almost filled, from thirty taels of gold at the beginning to one hundred and fifty taels of gold at the beginning, no one can understand why this battle was pushed to such a height by the Colosseum.

The iron cage on the opposite side was completely hoisted, and immediately after, anyone who was close to a certain range of the competition circle could feel a slight tremor on the ground.

Ning looked in that direction with an indifferent expression, and soon a burly man walked out of the deep passage with his upper body naked, his upper body muscles coiled around his torso like a dragon, and black iron chains as thick as wrists were tied to the muscles.

The chains that followed on either side of his arms were the same two iron locks, and they were thicker than the ones on his body, and they bound his two arms.

This guy seems to wear the iron lock as clothes, and from a distance, every inch of his skin is shining with a faint metallic luster, but not the bright and shiny, but the crimson with rust.

It is said that this guy occasionally obtained half of the evil skill of refining the flesh body in that group hunting battle, and after nearly a year of hard cultivation, he refined this blood vajra body, and the physical strength and defense ability alone are enough to be comparable to a real adult jungle brute bear. If it is converted according to the endurance of human beings, it should have reached the middle level of the church realm.

Sal Yang walked out of the iron gate, and the first thing he saw was the thin Ning, but the expression on his face was not contemptuous, but there was a brief moment of panic.

That's right, the person who defeated him head-on at the beginning left too deep an impression on him, and the figure and physique of the person in front of him were too similar to him, in this trance, Sal Yang actually thought that the young man in front of him was the young man who wore Xi and the mask at the beginning.

The bronze bell rang for the second time, and Ning slowly raised the Qimen iron flute in his hand, he glanced at Sal Yang, and then closed his eyes slightly.

Sal shook his head vigorously, trying to erase the impression of the man in his mind, and at this moment the third bell rang, and the death match officially began.

As an experienced and excellent death fighter, Sal Sheep knows very well that he is about to enter a deathmatch, no matter who the other party is, there are only two final results, either he dies or the other party dies.

Only one of the two survived, and if Sal didn't want to die, he had to let the person standing in front of him die, whoever he was, he had to smash his skull with his fists, so that he would never have a chance to get back up.

Sal Yang snorted, the sound shook in all directions, and a dark light lit up the blood-rusted muscles of his body, just to see his muscles tense all of a sudden, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, and then his calf exerted force, and Sal Yang's body had rushed towards Ning like a cannonball.

Ning still didn't dodge or dodge, the iron flute in his hand suddenly stopped spinning, and he held it horizontally and pushed it forward.

"Or use that trick?" Ying Luan was a little excited, and Ah Jing also stood up.

Ah Jing has personally experienced the feeling of being hit back by a mirror image, and it is definitely not a comfortable thing to bounce back to himself with his own strength.

Kongshan didn't say a word, and his expression was grim.

These children just saw the surface of the mirror enchantment, and thought that any physical attack could be mirrored and reflected on the opponent's body, but they ignored the problem that any skill has a limit to what it can bear.

Sal Yang's punch was smashed, and there were bursts of sonic booms where his arm came into contact with the air, and his strength was completely above the physical strength of the original black water snake.

In an instant, Sal Yang's heavy fist had already smashed on the iron flute that Ning had launched, and in an instant, the crisp sound of glass breaking sounded directly in the center of the Colosseum.

Sal Yang's punch was like smashing a huge crystal alive, and the crystals in the sky were torn apart and scattered in the air, while Ning's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.