These people came from different cells, and they had no sense of being imprisoned at all, and they did not worry about the impending fighting.

They enjoy it, and the feeling of expecting to kill others has lost their humanity.

"Enter!"

After a man in black shouted, everyone walked into the martial arts arena, and various weapons began to appear, and countless violent fluctuations of spiritual energy converged.

In order not to take a kick again, Liu Lang also hurriedly walked into the martial arts arena, urging the aura to guard the surroundings, and at the same time, a wooden knife appeared in his hand.

"Let's go!"

A one-meter-long incense stick was lit, and the fight officially began.

For a while, the figures flickered, the roar continued, the water and fire were combined, the wind and thunder were combined, all kinds of spells flew wildly, countless qi were vertical and horizontal, and the entire martial arts arena was in chaos.

In order to reduce the attack received, Liu Lang leaned back to the corner, and the wooden knife in his hand slashed again and again, and from time to time sent out lightning to meet the enemy.

He didn't take the initiative, he was all about dealing with other people's attacks, while observing everything around him.

The people in the martial arts arena, except for Du Rou, are all monks in the Qi training period, and their equipment is also uneven, and their combat effectiveness is not very high.

At least Liu Lang felt that there were only two or three people in the audience who could compare with him, and Du Yu was one of them.

Du Yu carried his sister Du Rou on his back, also standing in a corner, blocking all attacks from the front, although it seemed laborious, but he kept insisting.

The focus of Liu Lang's observation was not the martial arts arena, but the black flags around the arena.

There are seven flags in total, with strange drawings painted on them, and the landing points are uneven, but they cleverly surround the martial arts arena in the middle.

Liu Lang guessed that the ability to use spiritual power in the martial arts arena had a lot to do with these flags, and as for why the man in black could use spiritual power outside the arena, he hadn't figured it out yet.

"Ahh

The screams came and went, pulling Liu Lang's mind back, and he refocused on dealing with the attack in front of him.

As time passed, more and more people died in the arena, and the living began to go crazy, attacking everyone in sight.

Liu Lang was a little worried about Du Yu, after all, Du Yu was the only one here who expressed himself and could be regarded as a kind reminder.

At this time, Du Yu did not have the same calmness as before, there were many scars on his body, and blood soaked most of his clothes, but Du Rou behind him was unharmed, and shrunk his whole body behind Du Yu.

"Die!"

A person roared angrily and stabbed the spear in his hand into Du Yu's shoulder, trying to pierce Du Yu.

Du Yu held the body of the spear hard, kicked back desperately with his right foot, and resisted the spear with his body.

Behind him is the boundary, and when he goes out, he can't use his aura, so he can only be slaughtered by others, so he must not retreat.

"Die!"

The spear owner roared angrily, looking particularly crazy, and a smug look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly flew from the side, slashing the owner of the spear into smoke, and the spear in his hand was powerless to grasp.

Flying up and kicking the spear owner away, Liu Lang looked at Du Yu: "It's okay!"

Du Yu gritted his teeth and pulled out his spear, letting the wound be bloody: "It's okay!

Liu Lang smiled: "I'll block it for you for a while first, take the opportunity to rest!"

Du Yu looked back at his sister, then nodded gratefully at Liu Lang, and finally sat down cross-legged and began to breathe and recuperate.

Not far from the cell, there was a luxurious hall, and there were many black-clothed people, staring intently at a curtain of light.

The light curtain showed the scene in the martial arts arena, and the expressions of each of the fighters were clearly visible.

These black-clothed people stared intently at a light curtain, recording something from time to time, and when they found someone who performed well, they would initiate a discussion.

"This is good, it should be saved for the end!" said a man in black, pointing to Liu Lang's image.

"Huh?"

The other man in black let out a suspicious sound, and took out a book more than a foot thick and looked through it.

"What's wrong?"

The black-clothed man who was flipping through the book stopped, pointed to the book and said, "This person's name is Liu Lang, and he is the son of Liu Hao of Tianxia Mountain!"

A sneer: "Heh! It's not small, no wonder you can't see that the cultivation is coming!"

"According to intelligence, this person has good qualifications, but he has almost no potential, how can he have such combat effectiveness?"

"Isn't that wrong?"

"That's what the intelligence says!"

"That's interesting!

......

In the martial arts arena, with Liu Lang's support, Du Yu quickly recovered his combat effectiveness, although the wound was still there, but the bleeding had stopped and did not affect his actions.

"Be careful!"

After slashing the enemy in front of him with a knife and vomiting blood and flying upside down, Liu Lang quietly cast a dead wood spring on Du Yu.

The wounds on his body are obviously improving, and it is difficult for Du Yu to think about it, so he can't help but be more grateful to Liu Lang: "Thank you!"

Liu Lang smiled and didn't say anything.

He wasn't going to reveal his knowledge of wood-based spells, because it was about his next plans. As for Du Yu, he chose to believe that the other party would not say it, and believed it completely by feeling.

"Hahaha, boy, you can make Lao Tzu easy to find!"

laughed loudly, and trouble found Liu Lang.

This is the person who spoke wildly to Liu Lang before, with no scars on his body like Liu Lang, and his eyes are full of bloodthirsty madness.

A long knife emitted a ten-meter-long knife aura, encompassing Liu Lang and Du Yu's brother and sister in the attack.

Almost at the same time, it was the same knife, but Liu Lang sent out an electric knife, which met the knife qi.

"Boom!"

The knife qi collided with the electric knife and detonated each other, making a deafening roar at the same time, there were waves of air and electric light raging.

An evenly matched attack made the visitors even more excited, and made Liu Lang angry.

Since the start of the war, he has shown great strength, but he never takes the initiative to attack, and people with vision have chosen to bypass, but this person has taken the initiative to come to the door, clearly wanting to kill him, or has no root cause to kill.

"You're the first one who made me want to kill!"

Liu Lang's wooden knife came out in a row, and what was emitted was no longer knife qi, but electric butterflies.

"What's that?"

Seeing that the electric light butterfly was not large, the person who came swiped the knife contemptuously, but the electric light butterfly suddenly accelerated, dodged the knife qi with lightning speed, and then came out of his body.

With unwillingness and disbelief, he died, died under his own carelessness, and became the first ghost in Liu Lang's hands.

"Daojutsu!"

The man in black who watched through the light curtain was shocked, his eyes widened angrily, and he stared at the light curtain.

"You can comprehend the Dao technique during the Qi cultivation period, let's make meritorious contributions!hahaha......"

"That's right, the master will definitely reward us this time, hahaha......"

The man in black boiled, and a smile that could not be concealed came from under the mask.

Killing the opponent, Liu Lang felt bad in his heart, he felt a little empty, and always felt as if he had made a mistake.

"What's wrong with you?"

Du Yu didn't see that Liu Lang was using Dao techniques, but he saw that Liu Lang was a little wrong, so he was a little worried.

"It's fine!"

Shaking his head, Liu Lang suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

This is the cultivation realm, a world where life and death are fought at every turn. He can not kill innocents indiscriminately, but he cannot be unprepared to kill, because many times, if he does not kill, he can only be killed.