"Xiaosha, do you think I have a chance of winning tomorrow's battle?"

Xiao Sha sat up with difficulty, and replied in an astringent voice: "The invincible Tsar, why is he suddenly worried about this?"

In the darkness, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his throat tighten, and then his whole body was suspended in the air, and a burning breath sprayed behind his ears, and he roared in a low voice: "Someone has broken into here! Have you done anything? Have you betrayed me!"

Xiao Sha only felt that the hand on his neck was getting heavier and heavier, he kicked his legs, shook his head vigorously, and his face gradually became bloodshot and flushed unnaturally.

The voice fell silent, then let go of her hand, and Sandy fell to the bed with a heart-rending cough.

"They rushed out after fighting, and you saw the report, should I find two dead people to save me?" Xiao Sha said hoarsely.

"I knew how could Xiaosha, such a simple child, do something sorry for me. After a few moments, the voice softened, and a lamp lit up beside the bed, reflecting the pale young man beside him.

Xiao Sha just shook his head and said with a decadent expression: "Do you do anything to be sorry for you, does it matter? Except for yourself, you don't care about anyone at all." ”

The pale-faced young man, the Tsar as the crowd called it, was not annoyed when he heard this, but continued to whisper:

"Xiaosha, no matter what you think of me, I don't care. ”

He stretched out his hand and slammed into Xiao Sha's abdomen, Xiao Sha screamed, and the strange energy in his body converged little by little towards his palm, and the Tsar's face showed a gloomy and crazy look, muttering to himself:

"I originally treated you as my own son, and I never wanted to imprison you, let alone absorb your strength, but why did you run away again and again, and force me to do it again and again?!"

"I don't belong to you in the first place, your son is dead, why should you impose his fate on me!" Xiao Sha struggled and roared.

Around the wound on Xiaosha's abdomen, the black and red blood vessels squirmed like insects, and streams of energy crawled slowly along the blood vessels to the Tsar's hand.

"It's too late to say anything, that energy is growing stronger and stronger in me, and you don't have much time left. The Tsar's other hand gently stroked Xiaosha's cheek, and he began to choke and cry.

"Only in this way can we be together forever, you have me, I have you. ”

Xiaosha only felt a chill crawling down his skin all over his body, this feeling was worse than the pain in his abdomen, it was a kind of psychological, paranoid and morbid desire for control.

"You hopeless madman. He groaned weakly.

Xiaosha's vision became blurry, and he felt that he was drowning in a black sea water, unable to think, unable to breathe, and could only watch himself be submerged.

"It must be successful...... "In the last second before fainting, the thought flashed through my mind.

......

The season has finally come to an end, and although there are still eight hours before the game time, the welcome hall of the Hammer of the Earth is already full of activity.

The strength of the tsar is undoubted, so on the contrary, it is Yang Ji, a dazzling newcomer who has been killed halfway, and everyone will discuss more and speculate whether he will have other means of victory in this final battle.

In keeping with the grandeur of this tournament, the ring is set up as the ultimate arena that is only open once a year, located at the bottom of the hammer of the earth, the eightieth floor of the "Lava Heart".

In the special arena, the scene transformation ball that can be exchanged for victory points is a major feature, and it is inspired by the corresponding special environment in each special arena, and fighting extreme enemies in an extreme environment is the real attraction of the special arena.

"Lava Heart" is such a ring.

The so-called ring is actually a stone pillar wide enough, standing alone in the middle of the fiery red magma. However, in such an extreme environment, the dizzying and violent smell of sulfur, the distorted refraction of light from high temperatures, and the air that easily burns the skin are all severe tests of life, and even spectators sitting on higher places must wear special protective clothing before they are allowed to enter the game.

This is a place that only Qi refiners are qualified to set foot in, and ordinary people stepping into this ring are tantamount to suicide.

With the passage of time, when Yang Ji descended into the "Heart of Lava" through a special channel, he only felt a sense of danger coming to his face, not a threat from the opponent, but an early warning of the body function itself, fortunately, Yang Ji has a special physique, although there is a slight discomfort, but there is no need to deliberately luck true qi to resist the ubiquitous high temperature.

The space on this level is empty and huge, there are no modern buildings around, it is completely craggy cliffs, and the auditorium is a series of caves dug between the cliffs.

At this time, the cliff was densely packed with spectators, who were wearing heavy protective suits, so they could not make a sound, and the place was so silent that only the sound of magma "beeping" could be heard.

Under the curious scrutiny of the audience, Yang Ji gently placed a gift box-like package in his hand on the side of the ring, and then politely greeted the surroundings.

The Tsar entered the ring from a special passage on the other side, and as soon as the pale young man landed, he half-knelt in the ring and kissed the ground with exaggerated movements, Yang Ji felt oppressed from the fluctuation of his true qi, and the other party was indeed a powerful mid-realm qi refiner.

There were no referees, no commentators, and no factors that could interfere with the players' performance, and the moment the two sides stepped into the ring, the match began, and they were destined to make it out alive.

"I've seen your battle footage. The Tsar stood up and said.

"The strength is great, but unfortunately the skills are insufficient, and the strength to play is really limited. ”

"Give you one last chance, do you want to admit defeat?" said the Tsar as he approached Yang Ji step by step.

"Admit defeat, is it the kind that takes off his pants and binds his hands and then cries bitterly and falls down on his knees in front of you and licks the soles of your feet?" Yang Ji sneered at each other like a tongue twister.

The Tsar was stunned, Yang Ji had already stepped in front of him, and a powerful uppercut whistled towards his jawbone.

The wind blew through his fist, but his fist only hit a puff of fine sand, and more and more sand emerged from the center of the ring, like a fountain, and every breath covered with all the places where he could stay.

A pile of gravel behind Yang Ji gathered in the middle, piecing together the appearance of a tsar.

"Look for death. He snorted.