As Qin Fan expected, in the end, the barbarian knight was taken advantage of by the giant slave and smashed a hard punch on the head.

The giant slave who succeeded in the attack did not stop there, but pounced on it, grabbed the arms of the barbarian knight with both hands, and pulled it to the sides, and a miserable scream resounded throughout the audience.

The atmosphere in the arena was ignited in an instant, and tens of thousands of people broke out in applause, and everyone who entered the royal arena was ready to step into the coffin with half a foot.

The giant slave did not stop there, and after removing the barbarian knight's joints, he turned abruptly, grabbed an arm with one hand, and stepped on the barbarian knight with one foot.

"Ahh

The giant slave held a bloody arm in one hand and looked around the audience, with a ferocious and vicious look in his eyes.

"Shhhhh

"Whew!" roared in the field, all of them calling out a name at the same time, "Warcraft! Warcraft!"

When the giant slave walked into the backstage, the staff came to clean up the battlefield, and soon a figure jumped on the high platform, dressed in a gorgeous robe, compared to the tall and burly figure of most barbarians, this guy was more inclined to fat, and with a gorgeous decoration like a nouveau riche, in fact, he was indeed a nouveau riche.

Qin Fan easily heard the voices of the people around him, this was the person in charge of the Royal Arena, and it was difficult not to break out.

After the fat man came on the field, the audience gradually quieted down, obviously the prestige was not small, the fat man's eyes flashed a touch of triumph, and said: "Everyone listen to me, the next one is rare to see in decades!"

The audience was in an uproar!

The fat man coughed lightly and said, "Don't be impatient, the original plan has changed a little, and the person who appeared for the second time has changed," Seeing that the audience was a little excited, the fat man didn't dare to sell Guan Zi anymore, after all, the people sitting here were all princes and nobles, and some of them he couldn't afford to offend, so after a slight pause, he pulled his throat and said: "Because the person who will appear next time is Lord Jin Yuan, the commander of the Royal Praetorian Guard!"

"What?"

"It's Lord Jin Yuan?" Soon the audience was boiling, and everyone was full of doubts.

......

Looking at the chaotic venue, the fat man frowned slightly, his face showed a touch of unhappiness, and he casually took a huge gong and struck it vigorously, while saying loudly: "Everyone be quiet!"

The audience only subsided a little, but all kinds of discussions still resounded throughout the audience.

The fat man didn't expect Jin Yuan's appearance to cause such a big sensation, but it's normal to think about it, as the commander of the Royal Praetorian Guard, Jin Yuan was a man of the year a hundred years ago, and then it was rumored that his strength broke through to the legendary barbarian king level, and it was difficult for such a person to appear without a sensation.

Everyone is very curious about who is fighting against Jin Yuan, in the entire barbarian empire, Jin Yuan is a god-like existence, not to mention the commander of the Royal Praetorian Guard, even if any Royal Praetorian Guard comes out, it can be a hundred existences.

"Alright, please look forward to the next battle! As for the person who fought the duel with Lord Jinyuan?" the fat man smiled mysteriously and said, "Please wait and see!"

Then he exited the venue.

There was a sudden boos at the scene, and the fat man who retreated to the backstage was embarrassed, not that he didn't want to say it, but even Lord Jin Yuan didn't say the name of the person who came, so he naturally didn't know .......

Soon, a figure slowly stepped onto the high platform in the center of the venue, and with the appearance of the comer, the voice of the audience gradually became quieter.

With a golden chain mail, a burly figure, and a signature blood-colored cloak behind him, a touch of essence shot out between the opening and closing of his eyebrows, it was the famous Jin Yuan, the commander of the Royal Praetorian Guard.

Unexpectedly, this guy changed his outfit so quickly, Qin Fan explained a few words to Zi Ling beside him, and walked down a sidewalk towards the center of the venue.

At first, they didn't pay attention to it, but when someone realized that Jin Yuan set his eyes on Qin Fan, they all turned their eyes to Qin Fan.

Although this sidewalk is long enough, there is always a time when it comes to the end, when Qin Fan came to the periphery of the venue, someone opened the iron shield, and after jumping on the high platform, Qin Fan stood opposite Jin Yuan.

Jin Yuan's eyes never left Qin Fan, looking at Qin Fan, who was calm and calm, a cold glint flashed in his eyes unconsciously, and said, "I don't know what the name of the little brother is?"

"If you can defeat me, I'll tell you the name!" Qin Fan smiled indifferently and replied very casually.

"Hiss!" Many people who were close heard Qin Fan's arrogant statement, and they were all curious about where Qin Fan's confidence came from.

"Jin Yuan will win, Jin Yuan will win!" I don't know who took the lead, and the audience resounded with a neat and loud shout.

Qin Fan swept the audience indifferently, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a touch.

The essence in Jin Yuan's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he casually made a gesture of please, and said, "Who will come first?"

"I'll go first!" Qin Fan's eyes flashed with a gleam, he didn't have the time to waste time, his figure flashed, with a trace of afterimage, and he rushed towards Jin Yuan.

"Drink!" Jin Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was calm at the moment, his fists were clenched, his feet were wrong, and he slammed towards him.

"Bang!" As soon as there was a sound, Jin Yuan only felt a strong force coming, and his body couldn't stop taking three steps back before he dissolved the impact, and looked up at Qin Fan, who looked indifferent, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

At this moment, everyone who was originally shouting was dumbfounded, and looked at the field in disbelief, Jin Yuan, who was the god of war in their hearts, actually fell behind in the first move?

Qin Fan shook his fist casually, he also had a little understanding of the strength of this Jin Yuan, and he could deal with it without using the True Yuan, of course, under the premise that Jin Yuan had no backhand.

A look of jealousy flashed in Jin Yuan's eyes, what kind of person is this young man, who can force himself back with one move, although he said that he did not use all his strength, but it seems that the other party did not use all his strength.

It seems that this battle is going to be difficult, Jin Yuan only felt that the corners of his mouth were dry, maybe his reputation for a hundred years would be ruined today.

This time, Jin Yuan was not waiting for Qin Fan to attack, his fists were clenched, and a hot breath in his body instantly flowed through his body, his right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and his body spun upside down, and his big fist fell down according to Qin Fan's head.

Seeing this, Qin Fan was not afraid, and he didn't make any preparations, his palms were stretched out, his feet flashed, and he quickly approached Jin Yuan like a ghost, looking at the fist that was constantly enlarging in front of him, a cold color flashed in his eyes.

With a fierce grip, he only felt a powerful qi coming, a flash of surprise flashed in Qin Fan's eyes, and the true yuan circulation instantly dissolved the impact force in his body, and then his palm was clenched heavily, and there was a crisp sound of "click".

Jin Yuan felt as if the bones of his hand were broken, the corners of his mouth pulled fiercely, the experience of fighting in all directions for many years played a role, gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the cracked bones, and the free hand turned into a fist and struck towards Qin Fan's seemingly defenseless chest.

The fist was like a knife, scraping hard at Qin Fan's ear, but this threat was like nothingness to Qin Fan, ignoring Jin Yuan's attacking fist, and slashing towards Jin Yuan's left shoulder with one palm.

"Bang! Ka Cha!" the two voices merged into one, almost simultaneously.

Qin Fan's chest was stuffy, and after the circulation of Zhenyuan, he returned to normal, his body was stunned and did not shake for half a minute, while Jin Yuan's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down his forehead.

The muffled voice took two steps back, this Jin Yuan was also a man, and his entire left shoulder was abolished by Qin Fan, but he didn't snort.

Qin Fan nodded, a flash of light flashed in his eyes and said, "Yes, it's a man!"

Jin Yuan gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and said, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Qin Fan curled the corners of his mouth and said, "The Giant Clan calls me a divine envoy!"

"You ......!" Jin Yuan's eyes suddenly bulged, full of horror, and the remaining intact arm stretched forward, and said with a slight trembling: "It's you?"

"Got it?" Qin Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Then you can die!"

"I won't let you go if I die!" Jin Yuan gritted his teeth suddenly, no longer caring about the other hand that had been abolished, and his intact palm slammed into his chest, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", but the breath on his body rose sharply.

A different color flashed in Qin Fan's eyes, and then a look of curiosity appeared, "Is this the true strength of the Barbarian King?"

"The biggest difference between the barbarian king is that he can condense all his strength into one, and I won't let you feel better if I die!" Jin Yuan revealed a sinister smile that was almost crazy.

"Really?" Qin Fan smiled indifferently, Jin Yuan's current state seemed to be similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa that he hadn't used for a long time, by stimulating the acupoints around his body, he increased his own strength, but this kind of thing was overdrawn.

Qin Fan wanted to see how much true strength this barbarian king had, so he didn't interrupt Jin Yuan.

As time passed, Jin Yuan's aura became more and more unstable, and even his body trembled irregularly, and his eyes were blood-red.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and rushed towards Qin Fan with a fierce wind.