Mo Zhongqing, who was watching all this, frowned slightly, and slowly walked to the second royal family of the wolf clan and deliberately accosted: "Where are they sending the deceased?"

The second royal clan of the wolf clan did not ignore him when they saw him coming, but just glanced at him slightly, and said contemptuously: "Didn't you see those arched black holes when you came? ”

Mo Zhongqing was slightly startled, and said, "But isn't he a werewolf?

The white-clothed wolf-eared swordsman turned around, and said with a deep meaning in his eyes: "Respect? If they survive, they will get the respect they deserve, but when they die, they are just corpses, and the value of corpses can only be reflected there! This is also a kind of respect!!"

Mo Zhongqing didn't dare to disagree but didn't know how to argue, he didn't say a word after a moment of silence, and the warriors of all races in those corners were even more pale at this moment. Naturally, they were not so frightened by the words of the white-clothed wolf-eared swordsman, but because this was already the third corpse.

They couldn't imagine what kind of beast was so dangerous out there! Some people had already retreated.

Soon, the fourth body was lifted back from the iron bar, and the two werewolf guards who carried him were also scarred, as if they had been through a fight, and it was clear that they had gone to the tiger's mouth to steal food.

It was a thankless task, but why did they do it, and since they had to be fed, why didn't they just let the beasts in the field eat the corpses?

Mo Zhongqing frowned and guessed everything, looked at the cold face of the second prince of the wolf clan and pretended to be inadvertent: "This brother, I am forced to earn some bonuses here to make a living, and look at your dress, why are you here to work hard?"

The wolf-eared swordsman rolled his eyes, and he didn't care about it.

Mo Zhongqing didn't care about it after eating the closed door.

Subsequently, the fifth and sixth corpses, after the warriors who were called to the name went out, they all became mutilated corpses and were carried back again, and the warriors in the stone room became more and more rare, until the eighth corpse was carried into the iron gate, and the audience couldn't hold back the shame of defeat after defeat, and shouted again: "Sword God, white clothes, sword gods, white clothes !......."

Looking at the second prince of the wolf clan in front of him, Mo Zhongqing didn't need to guess to know who the sword god they were shouting was, but the person in front of him closed his eyes and didn't move.

When he was young, when a knife-wielding waiter wearing animal skin led more than a dozen people to open the iron fence and bow slightly to him, and then ordered the rest of the people to quickly spread the red animal skin carpet from under his feet to the outside of the field, the second prince of the wolf clan slowly stepped on the red carpet and did not forget to turn around, looking at Mo Zhongqing in a peculiar tone and said, "See? This is the purpose of my here!"

This tone was a little peculiar, both deep and high-pitched, as if he wanted everyone present to know that his purpose was obvious, but looking at the intriguing smile, Mo Zhongqing's heart suddenly lit up, and he thought of another possibility for no reason.

At that time, as soon as the white-clothed wolf-eared swordsman stepped out of the iron fence, a burst of cheers immediately broke out outside the field, cheering like waves, applause like waves, in this turbulent sea, but listening to the 'choking' of a dragon roared, such as a few waves were silent for a moment, followed by a continuous low roar.

In the field, Mo Zhongqing could imagine that the werewolf swordsman had already attached the fierce beast to fight the moment he drew his sword, and the audience on the hillside had already concentrated on it. At this moment, they seemed to be the white clothes in the field, as if only the swordsmen in white could vent the resentment in their hearts!

"Whew!!"

The roar, the roar of the beast, the roar of pain! As if to announce that the beast has been defeated.

The screaming came to an abrupt end, and then a cheer erupted again from the sidelines - a cheer of victory.

Mo Zhongqing shook his head and chuckled, this was expected by him, he had naturally witnessed the sword moves of the white-clothed swordsman, although it was not superior, but if it was placed in the world, it was not comparable to ordinary martial artists, so he was not surprised, and even prepared a congratulatory message facing the red carpet of animal skin, and befriended him, which was also the fundamental purpose of his coming here.

However, an exclamation abruptly rose, Mo Zhongqing's smile suddenly froze, and the other martial artists in the stone room stood up one after another, their expressions uncertain.

As the commotion outside the stadium became more and more frequent, Mo Zhongqing's heart became more and more uneasy, and he just wanted to walk out of the stadium along the red carpet to take a look, but suddenly heard an unusually muffled sound from the iron door behind him, as if something had rushed out of the cage and was slamming against the iron door.

"Knock! knock!"

After three muffled sounds, Mo Zhongqing had already turned around to look at the bumpy façade and frowned. The rest of the warriors beside him were already nervously gripping their weapons. They don't know what it means to break in, but there's no good thing behind it.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Mo Zhongqing's thoughts, and when he looked at it, he saw that a pair of thick fangs had suddenly chiseled through the façade and were stuck on it!

Then, however, there was a creaking snap, and the bare fangs began to bite up and down, and in less than a moment, the iron sheet on the door was twisted and shattered, and an irregular hole appeared at once.

Behind the dark holes and white fangs was a beast that slowly poked its head out.

"Roar!!"

The fierce beast's eyes were black, its eyes were fierce, and its two rows of long sharp teeth were like scimitars, dripping with fishy saliva outside its jaw, which made people shudder, and the blood stains and minced flesh left between the teeth were clearly the blood that had just been drunk.

It shook its head violently as if trying to break free from the iron gate, which showed that its body was much larger than this iron gate.

"This isn't a beast, it's a monster! Run!"

Monsters?

Mo Zhongqing naturally didn't know the demon beast, but among the martial artists present, there were people who knew it, and when they saw someone crying out in fear, the other demon clan warriors retreated backwards and retreated to the outside of the field, but they never thought that they had just retreated to the edge of the iron fence but unexpectedly there was a "click" explosion, and the iron fence was knocked away by a powerful force, and at the same time as the knock away, a black shadow followed and instantly pounced on the nearest martial artist.

"Ahh

But when he heard the sound of breaking melons, the screams stopped suddenly, and then he saw that the warrior had his hands open, his brain bursting, and his head fluttering, as if to say, "Where is my head?"

Unfortunately, his head was in the mouth of a young pig, which was clinging to the cracks in the rocks on all fours, and its body was upside down against the interior mountain wall, its tail as long as a whip, and its waist and fur shiny, and it swallowed its whole head in its belly without seeing how it chewed. And the two turquoise cat-eyed Fu began to peek at the other warriors again.

"Don't panic, everyone back to back, don't drill a gap for this cub!"

When the demon clan warriors were frightened, as soon as they heard the roar of the bear clan warrior, they all approached as if they had found the main backbone, and the young pig swung around the demon clan warrior and walked left and right as if it was helpless, but in Mo Zhongqing's opinion, it was not like this, he found a trace of cunning in the young pig's oily eyes, it was clearly waiting for the opportunity!

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Zhongqing's face changed, and he just wanted to say a reminder but unexpectedly, the demon beast that was stuck in the iron gate suddenly spat out a fishy wind! A long tongue with an extremely sour smell stabbed towards the martial arts demon group, and the three or two martial artists were skewered and rolled back again, and the speed was jaw-dropping.

"Uhh——!!h

The screams filled the entire stone room, and Mo Zhongqing had already stepped forward to stop it, but unexpectedly, the young pig that was eyeing the side with his right foot had already been killed, as if it had already sensed that only Mo Zhongqing was the real trouble in the stone room.

However, its uncivilized mind only expected one but did not know the other, it was confident in its speed, but it never thought that the person on the other side was faster than it, not only fast, but also strangely fast.

As soon as the young demon pig got closer, he felt that an indissoluble mud suddenly pressed against him, making the speed that it was proud of a burden, and its claws became sluggish, and even faintly at its mercy, it didn't want to do so, so it roared hard but gradually changed its tone, but instead became a panicked roar, whimpering for help.

Who was he thinking about for help?

Mo Zhongqing thought of this, he was suddenly startled, his body changed from stabbing to kicking at will, while kicking the young pig with his left foot, he leaned back with one foot and leaned back, and a sword rushed behind him, and a scarlet long tongue also passed by at the same time.

It turned out that at this critical moment, the demon pig actually abandoned the warrior and chose to save his cub!

Mo Zhongqing's complexion changed slightly, and the single foot supporting his body made a sudden effort, and in an instant, his entire body rose into the air, followed by a sword hanging upside down!

But Mo Zhongqing knew through the soft rebound touch that this sword had not been implemented. Sure enough, the demon pig was only a slight beating, and before Mo Zhongqing could twist his posture in the air, he had already manipulated his long tongue and rolled it up again!

Slipper!

When it was about to touch the hilt of the sword, Mo Zhongqing's face turned horizontal, and he calculated it, so he simply pressed the tip of the sword against the ground, his body hung upside down and spun sharply, and his hand carried the sword body, not only spinning up the dust and ash all over the ground, but also wrapped the fat tongue firmly on the sword body, and the long tongue connecting the sword body and the demon pig was even straighter, like a tightened rubber band!

Although the demon pig at the other end had a long tongue, where could it withstand such a method, the 'whoosh' cry was obviously extremely painful, and the tip of the tongue entangled in the hilt of the sword was already rapidly circling and retreating.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing simply didn't do anything, luck was in the palm of his waist, and then twisted the hilt of the sword, although the demon pig desperately pulled back the long tongue, but unexpectedly, under the crisp sound, the sword body had already turned into inch fragments and broke in the curly long tongue!

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing was even more quick-eyed, quickly turned over and stepped on it with his feet, but when he heard the sound of 'squeak' entering the flesh, the blood on his tongue suddenly burst out, and the sword piece that was broken inch by inch was like a rivet embedded in the tongue and flesh and disappeared.