Come to the fifth day of the Blood Arena. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Night.

There is still a bright moon in the sky.

The evening breeze echoes in the forest, and everything is silent.

This was supposed to be the time when everyone had died down and looked for a place to rest and recuperate and fight again in the coming days. However, Qi Ming knew that the real killing had just begun.

Compared with the spectacular and bloody fighting during the day, the fight after nightfall is far less powerful, but the danger is even greater.

Of the 1,000 Blood Fighters who entered the Blood Arena from the first day, more than 80 percent of the unlucky ghosts died in the middle of the night.

No one can guarantee that they will not be careless at any time, maybe it is just a distraction, and a sharp blade quietly appears from behind and gently wipes his neck.

Of the more than 100 blood fighters who are still active in the blood arena today, none of them are easy to match. Either they are ruthless and cautious and sophisticated, or they are strong enough to defy all challenges.

However, no matter what kind of person it is, they will not easily give up the great opportunity to sit back and wait for the night.

This is not a bullying of the praying mantis catching a finch and a yellow finch in the back, this is a killing game in which hunters hunt each other.

Almost all the Blood Fighters chose to take the initiative, and hundreds of figures roamed and hunted in this primeval forest.

These figures also included Qi Ming, but they were not for hunting for life.

Although compared to other blood fighters, his ruthlessness is not on the same level as him, at most he can be cautious and sophisticated, and his strength may be superb, but he is far from being fearless of all challenges.

Ask yourself, Qi Ming is still a little confused about how he managed to fight his way out to survive so far.

Although he fainted every time he encountered a battle, he could still visually detect the level of the enemy he encountered, and he had a rough estimate, and some of them even had the strength of a half-step knot.

There is no blood fighter in the blood arena, Qi Ming will not encounter an opponent with supernatural powers, and at the same time, his supernatural powers are almost useless, purely in terms of strength, he is just a little monk who has only stepped into the pinnacle of the soul with half a foot, how can he defeat those half-step elixirs who have been in a hundred battles?

However, the fact is that the half-step knot pill that died in his hand is no longer the number that can be counted in the palm of one hand.

He had woken up and observed the injuries of the corpses, and had come to a shocking fact.

The blood fighter who died in his hands went down to the first entry of the bones, and went up to the half-step knot.

It's all a spike!

There are many ways to die.

There are those who have their heads wrung to pieces, those who have been shot through their hearts, those who have their throats choked, and those whose backbones have been broken......

However, no matter what kind of cruel death method it is, the common feature is that it is a second kill!

Qi Ming was not sure before, and always felt that after falling into a state of rage, the power of the blood bracelet caused him to do all this, until the blood bracelet disappeared and Qi Ming was no longer interfered by external forces, he encountered several battles in succession, and the skyrocketing strength was easily reflected.

In addition, the most direct embodiment, Qi Ming suddenly found that he could sense the aura of heaven and earth, and in the face of ...... Well, when the cannon fodder armor was there, he clearly felt the spiritual pressure fluctuations on the other party's body, so he judged the realm of the cannon fodder armor - the peak of the military soul.

Maybe others will laugh when they hear it, the gourd babies are born with magical powers, and when they are still in the gourd, they can use the aura to use some superficial magical powers. How come it is that after practicing for a while, I began to sense the aura of heaven and earth, isn't this the more I cultivate, the more I go back?

Otherwise.

People who can drive may not necessarily repair cars or even build cars, and the gourd babies use magical powers such as eating and drinking, just instinct. And Qi Ming's current realm is to start understanding instinct again on the basis of mastering instinct, which is the real practice.

So Qi Ming has now stepped on the ground, has he become a pill in his body?

Not really.

Just as he sensed the cannon fodder armor realm, Qi Ming could also clearly feel his spiritual pressure—the peak of the military soul.

That's right, it's the pinnacle of the military spirit.

The strength of the spiritual pressure of the peak of the military soul and the half-step knot pill is about the same, the only difference is that the spiritual pressure fluctuation of the former is very stable, and there is no wave in the ancient well;

Half-step knot pill is a realm known as a watershed, whether the talent is high or low, whether it is a dragon or an insect, all of which are vividly reflected in this half-step knot pill.

If you are a true genius, when you reach this realm, you will be one step ahead of ordinary people in contact with magic powers, the spiritual root is awakened, the immortal door is wide open, and you can already use some superficial monk skills, in addition to the ability is not as good, in fact, it is already a weakened version of the Yudan monk.

And a half-step knot pill with ordinary qualifications can only be regarded as an enhanced version of the pinnacle of the military soul at best.

As for the gourd babies, they are heaven and man, and they are resurrected by gods. Talent is nothing more than the word root bones, the cultivation of the human level depends on the essence of the bones, and the cultivation of the ground level depends on the outstanding spiritual root.

Heaven and man are born with spiritual roots, and gods are born into natural muscles, and all of them can be called peerless geniuses.

However, there are so many talents in the world, but only those who eventually grow up are truly worthy of being called geniuses.

No one will sing the praises of the losers...... Even if he was defeated heroically, the history books of the victor will still remember: the defeated man was cruel and unkind, stubborn and self-serving, did not know the destiny of heaven and did not know the current affairs, and finally the heavens descended justice and was killed by the victor on the bank of the so-and-so river.

This is a heroic defeat.

Many of them who were defeated even more miserably but could not add a single martyr's word, died quietly, unknown white bones by the river, and ashes that had sunk in the grave for 10,000 years.

No one will remember who his surname is, and the history books will not waste a penny for him.

At best, when the loser becomes a stepping stone, and the strong step on his bones, many years later, when he revisits his old place, he may suddenly recall that he once killed a person who he felt hateful here, and now he will smile when he thinks about it, and feel that he was too young and vigorous at that time.

Maybe not. The strong man revisited the old place, and under his feet was the ashes of the defeated man, and the soil was soaked with the blood that flowed when he cut off the head of the defeated with his own hands, but he was full of poetry and couldn't help singing I love peace and peace love me.

The merits and demerits are too far away.

Right now, Qi Ming's entire body was almost close to the ground, ignoring the sound of stumbling under his feet, and he was quickly shuttling through the forest, anxious, and his eyes were staring at somewhere far ahead.

Following his gaze, at the end of his gaze, there was a sky-high fire!

It's just that the monstrous fire is extremely far away from Qi Ming, so that what is presented in his eyes is only a little spark-sized.

Rao is so, and in this dark night, it is eye-catching enough.

Although Siwa's fire supernatural power is powerful, it is too ostentatious, and once it is fought, the momentum is amazing, and there is almost no way to hide its tracks.

It's the night of the fifth day, and the blood fighters are all extremely experienced real "hunters", how can the four babies hide from others when they make such a move?

As early as the moment when the flames rose into the sky, not only Qi Ming noticed that direction, but all the blood fighters who were active in this vicinity quietly touched it...... Like a pack of sharks that smell blood, or a pack of hyenas that have chosen their prey on the grassland.

The countless killing machines lurking in the night all rushed towards the fire.

"The fourth brother has a reckless personality, and he is too easy to be attacked by the crowd. Qi Ming was extremely anxious in his heart, at the moment the other gourd babies each picked a direction, and they didn't know how many days and nights they had, the four babies were now isolated and helpless, if they were really besieged, only Qi Ming, who had followed the four babies all the way, could help him, which made Qi Ming feel at ease.

If he was one step late, even Qi Ming himself would not easily forgive himself.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Qi Ming gritted his teeth, and his whole body swept through the forest, like a rapid gust of wind!