"Tick tick!" the blood slid down one by one, and the slight sound was extremely clear in the extremely quiet gladiatorial arena

The look of consternation on Wang Ding's face had not yet solidified, but the sparkle in his eyes was dissipating slightly.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood protruded with broken internal organs, subconsciously glanced at the penetrating wound at the location of the heart, consciousness gradually blurred, and his body leaned forward unsteadily.

"Bump!", his body went limp, and he fell down, and there was no sound.

Yang Hao glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw the storage ring on Wang Ding's finger, which was not of low grade, with a slight curl of his palm, and a suction force, holding the ring firmly in his hand

"He really slaughtered Wang Ding's rabbit cub!" swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and someone in the crowd suddenly broke the quiet atmosphere.

You must know that this Wang Ding is arrogant and domineering in the Iron Soldier City, and there are many people who are not used to him, but to kill him, at least the people here do not have such ability.

First of all, Wang Ding is a disciple of Gangzong, and there is a grandfather of Ning Yuan Realm in this Iron Soldier City, just one point is enough to make him arrogant for a lifetime.

Although this Yang Hao is a second-order rune master, this identity is not enough to be immune to all external dangers.

Moreover, you also killed the grandson of a Ning Yuan martial artist.

Looking at the bloody scene, everyone was stunned, and then their slightly complicated eyes converged on Yang Hao, who had a cold face.

On the other side, Wei Bin, who smashed all of Yang Hao's clones with a punch, shrank his pupils, and looked at Wang Ding, who was already out of breath, and his heart trembled.

In this regard, although the sect will not punish itself too much, it is not easy to explain it to Wang Cheng.

As a new inner disciple, cultivation is far better than himself, the key is that Wang Cheng is ruthless, known as the blood butcher in Gangzong, if he knows that his escort is not good, according to his character, he is afraid that there will be a bloody disaster, and then he looked at Yang Hao's gaze, with a touch of cold meaning of killing.

"Ding'er!" A roar like thunder broke through the sky, and clusters of raging flames like essence rose from the body of Wang Lei, who was iron-faced, and a large web of flames intertwined with flames and auras was created between the waves of his hands.

With the intent of lore, after dispersing Fang Po's bright mountain peak phantom, his body quickly turned into a flash of fire and jumped onto the high platform.

Sensing the icy temperature, Wang Lei's face quickly dropped like an iceberg.

"Bastard, pay for my grandson's life!" a flame burst into the air, and then quickly jumped on the palm of his hand, and a moment later, the flames rose and turned into a cloud of magma with terrifying heat that enveloped the entire arm.

The body disappeared in place almost instantly, and the magma palm sliced through the air, carrying a wave of heat and sweeping palm prints in an instant.

"Damn, you old dog!" Seeing that Wang Lei suddenly made a move, after an angry shout, the starlight flickered under Yang Hao's feet, and he stepped on a strange step and retreated towards the rear.

How could the attack of the Ning Yuan realm be so easy to avoid, a few successive attacks, the magma all over the palm of his hand continued to bubble with terrifying heat, and several times he brushed this Yang Hao's body.

Each punch fell, just a little wave of air, shaking the not-so-solid ground into a crack as thick as an arm.

Even the body refining technique of the ground level could not withstand several such attacks.

"Boom, boom!" Three irregular flames swung out under Wang Lei's fist, with a high temperature that was enough to incinerate a piece of refined iron into molten iron, and struck at great speed.

Yang Hao exhaled a breath of turbidity, the previous battle with that Wang Ding had already lost a certain amount of aura, coupled with the current disparity in strength, after a few rounds, he was already out of breath, the three flames in his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his palm full of thunder and lightning spiritual power was violently pressed down.

A gust of wind raged from the palm of his hand, and with the pressure of the wind, his body jumped high, turned over in mid-air, and brushed against the fire.

Even so, Yang Hao's chest was still rubbed by the fire, if he hadn't forcibly blocked it with his bronze Ten Thunder Body, his body was afraid that it would turn into a cloud of blood in an instant.

Before waiting for a moment of peace, Yang Hao, who was still in mid-air, clearly saw the flame tiger that had been transformed from the arm of Wang Lei's magma, and the extremely rich and cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Die!

"Burning Tiger!"

"Boom!" With a punch, the terrifying high-temperature magma flame was catalyzed by the aura and reborn into a flame giant tiger about ten meters long.

"Roar!" A real tiger roar sounded, and the wide figure rushed towards Yang Hao in mid-air.

"You old dog!" Yang Hao's eyes swelled fiercely, a light flashed, and a golden-horned thunder dragon loomed above his arms.

"Oh no!" Fang Po looked from afar, and saw that Wang Lei had even cast the Xuan-rank Intermediate Burning Tiger, his face changed, the phantom above his fists was condensed, and a solitary peak towering into the clouds towered, and after smashing the fire net with a brutal force, his figure flashed.

In the next moment, a deep gray-brown stone wall more than ten meters high abruptly opened in front of the Burning Tiger.

A flash of fire slammed into the stone wall, and it burned rapidly, and the clusters of fire waves melted with the high temperature, and after only half a sound, half of the wide stone wall was burned through.

Fang Po's palm drew a circle in mid-air, and the tall stone wall suddenly shattered into countless stones the size of a fast-grinding disc. Surrounded the Burning Tiger, forming a huge stone ball.

With a sudden grip, and after a hiss, the stone ball wrapped around the burning tiger turned into nothingness.

At the same time, a faint voice reached Yang Hao's ears

"Master Yang Hao, later, I'll entangle that old guy, you take the opportunity to leave, as long as you leave, the Wang family will have no excuse to make trouble, and the rest will be left to our Fang family!"

Immediately, Fang Po looked at Wang Lei with a fierce face and said:

"Old fellow! Your grandson's skills are not as good as others, and he can't complain about dying in the gladiatorial arena, but it's you! A lot of people are a teenager who shoots! Don't be ashamed to bully you!"

"Fang Po old ghost, get out of the way! This time it's none of your Fang family's business, if you want to protect him!I'll clean up with your Fang family!" '' Rapid breathing, accompanied by an extremely hideous expression, was like a fierce demonic beast that had lost its mind and talked about fierceness.

"Joke! How can our family be frightened! Let the old man come to understand, whether there has been any growth in his hands in the past few years!" After a sneer, his body exuded a aura as thick as a mountain, and after a loud bang broke out in the air, it was like a cannonball.

Every palm of the extremely thick aura was swung out, with the power of ten thousand jun, and a roaring wind whistle sounded in the air, slamming towards Wang Lei in a rage.

Between the fists and palms, the hands and feet intersected, and in just a few breaths, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves, and countless sound waves like essence spread from the contact point, spreading in a circle, and the occasional strong wind that leaked out injured a martial artist of the Mortal Fivefold Realm by itself.

Feeling the battle of the Ning Yuan Realm, Yang Hao was stunned in his heart, obviously there was still a long distance between this and himself, thinking about it, I don't know if the thunder has entered the Ning Yuan Realm now.

Because of some anger, after a few changes of moves, he was almost hit by Fang Po's fist that was like a brute bull, looking at Yang Hao not far behind Fang Po, he gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Wei Bin! What are you waiting for! Hurry up and take him down!"

On the stone platform, a black shadow swept out like a sword, and in Yang Hao's sight, Wei Bin blocked in front of him with a violent face, and the surging aura fluctuations on his body made Yang Hao surge with a trace of solemnity.