At night, the registrar gathered everyone, just over ninety people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He whispered a few words to the guards, and brought a few people from the next area to fill the vacancy, making it a hundred.

The registrar said, "Tomorrow you will fight to the death until the last ten men remain." These ten people will be able to live in a better place. ”

Someone asked, "Full of nonsense, I just want to get out!"

The veterans of the next area laughed, and the registrar also laughed from ear to ear, and said, "If you become the champion of this year, you will have the right to receive a pardon from the emperor and become a free man." ”

The man hurriedly asked, "How many wins do you have to win to become a champion?"

The registrar said, "I can't remember exactly, you probably have to play a hundred games without sleep, hahaha." You can fight with people, or ...... It's a fight with a beast of prey. ”

He is gone, only to survive the fittest.

At night, the falcon wielded the sword. Luoyang made a mistake back then, lost his sword, and lost his friends. He slept quietly to recuperate for tomorrow, and although he couldn't really sleep, he remained relaxed.

Following.

The desert is flying sand, the wind is swept away, and it is a rare cloudy day in the desert.

As the head fell to the ground, the cry suddenly rose, as if the heavens and the earth were roaring, and the beastly nature in the hearts of people was unreservedly stimulated. It is precisely such a cloudy day that the eagle bird does not dare to fly high, and the jackal has to return to the nest.

People are excited!

-- "Ladies and gentlemen, today there are just a hundred brave fighters! They will compete on the same stage, and the strongest fighter among the newcomers will be decided! After that, he will officially join the gladiatorial arena. ”

The cries were louder, and the cells on both sides slowly opened.

Fifty people on each side, and before they even gave an order, they fought together. There are hammers that smash people's arms, sharp blades that slash through the chest, and even darts and net pockets can achieve a big advantage in chaotic battles.

They are like crazy beasts, constantly biting, and it is no wonder that it is the least crowded. The elite people call this "pig war", like pigs fighting together, just to select the most powerful fighters.

Seven people from the next area watched the battle coldly.

They are like a team, each covering the vital point, standing far away from the crowded. Occasionally, when a wounded person escaped from the melee, they rushed up and killed him. That's tactics!

Since there were ten people who could survive, they had already formed a team.

In the melee of 100 people, there were very few deaths in an instant, and those who were seriously injured were executed by a team of seven people one by one.

They were even attacking, killing all the remaining people.

There should be only seven of them left on the field.

- "It seems to be another massacre, and the old faces don't like to give the newcomers a way to live...... To continue or to end?"

The seven people shouted loudly: "I'm the only one left waiting for the seven, what are you rubbing?"

- "Oh, but there were eight people on the field. ”

The seven of them broke out in a cold sweat, but they saw a person leaning against the cell door. This man was Hayabusa, he was motionless, and no one noticed him.

In this way, he is indeed the victor.

There was a sigh on the stage, and Falcon gave up his hand without saying a word, and said, "Thank you for your support." ”

The seven could not tolerate him to be so opportunistic, and they were not convinced, and shouted, "Go on! ”

-- The sword is so powerful that even though it is a sword, it forcibly takes the lives of seven people.

The cheers resounded through the heavens and the earth! They had never seen such a crisp and neat swordsmanship, and their blood was boiling, and they were sprinkled with pieces of colored satin.

Hayabusa said without saying a word, "Go on!"

The spectator on the stage exclaimed, "Go on, you can rest and have fun, and come back tomorrow." ”

Falcon didn't say anything and picked up his sword, and said, "Could it be that the people are so cowardly, don't you dare to let me fight!"

The spectator got up and shouted, "Look, do you want him to go straight to the next round of deathfighting, or let this arrogant boy survive for one night?"

"Fight!" "Fight!" cheers came and went, attracting more spectators, and the country rushed to tell each other, saying that there were newcomers who planned to fight to the death, which was really a duel that was surprising to the world. As a result, the sparsely populated "pig war" has evolved into a crowded highlight.

Suddenly, the wind and thunder surged, and the cries were raised.

The person who came carried a huge hammer, "Hello, I will blast you into scum with a hammer!"

Hayabusa said silently, "Goodbye." ”

The sword was roaring out, and the man fell.

He shook off the blood stains on his sword, and his cry shook the sky.

This is already ten rounds later, who would have thought that someone would fight ten games in a row, and he would still be calm and at ease.

With each round, the characters become stronger, and they are all excellent gladiators, and they die by a sword.

He has never killed more than one sword, and this sword is exactly the "one sword into an immortal" that he has studied day and night.

"Oh my God! Could it be that this sword is made by God, and he is a warrior of God? It seems that he has reached the qualifications of a fighting beast, and has invited our warriors to tear apart the "scarred eyes" of countless gladiators!"

The floodgates slowly opened, and the scarlet eyes gleamed in the darkness. Its fur was shiny and shiny, and its claws made a heavy grinding sound against the sand, and it was like a black lightning bolt!

Hayabusa didn't say a word to dodge sideways, but he was still scratched on the arm, and he quickly turned around and slashed his sword!

Unexpectedly, it was so large and agile that it wiped away the vital points and left crimson blood marks on its back.

What a black bear!

It has a scar on its left eye, so it is called a scarred eye, and its roar is earth-shattering, and its claw force shatters iron and steel.

Falcon's silent sword has cracked, and it can't withstand the second force and impact. He resolutely threw his sword and plunged it into the black bear's left side of the waist! The black bear cried out in pain and pounced on the head of the falcon! Unexpectedly, a harrier rolled over and rode on the black bear.

He raised his right fist high and slammed it down!

The bear's head exploded, and flesh flew everywhere.

Everyone cheered the excitement!

I saw a woman with bright makeup drinking in the southwest seat. Wine is the strongest wine in the Western Regions, and no one can pour a jar in the world. But there were empty jars around her, as if she had been here since time immemorial.

The waiter next to him said: "My lord has a good eye, and I really made a lot of money by betting on him, but how do you know that he has a special skill?"

The woman took out a crippled sword from her underwear, and she made a scabbard for the sword, the sheath was white jade, and the sword was not unsheathed, and it was already cold.

The sword was sheathed, just one foot.

The woman said: This sword is handed over to him, and there is no need to worry about it. ”

In the midst of the crowd, she closed her eyes and quietly left.

It seems that someone admired his courage and gave him a short sword. ”

The sword was thrown into the field, and Hayabusa understood it as soon as he touched it. He looked up, but in the bustling crowd, how could he still see her?

The wind howled, and he carefully read the inscription on the scabbard.

-- I don't think about it.

He suddenly felt in a trance, and even a little sorry for this woman, but Su Da Dan was leaving, who could stop him?

Suddenly, the fence gate opened again.

The lion and the tiger all died one by one under his sword, and the falcon did not know why he was sad, but only melted that confusion into the sword, and let the blood wash over him. His sword seemed to enter a state of rage, and he carried the head of the beast and shouted, "Who else!"

The clouds are like ink.

The sky in the Western Regions is particularly low, isn't it that even the cloudy sky has become night, and this unusual darkness has brought gusts of wind.

The blood on the sword was blown away.