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The military slave seals crisscrossed the face of the slave martial artist, making him completely unrecognizable and unable to distinguish his original appearance.
Coupled with the messy and disheveled hair and the shackles on his body, this slave martial artist had an aura of hostility and looked particularly ferocious.
However, his black eyes were extremely sharp, and just that gaze could make people's hearts tremble.
"It's so cold!"
Seeing those eyes, the crowd trembled in their hearts. The slave martial arts cultivators in the prison arena are all desperate slave martial arts cultivators. They spend all day on the edge of life and death. They are very powerful. If they can be used for their own purposes, it would be very good. , Therefore, every time there is a slave martial artist from the prison fighting arena in the auction, there will definitely be a fight.
Lin Feng frowned slightly. It was such a cruel method. He didn't know where these slaves came from, but they even had slave marks on their faces. His whole person was completely unrecognizable. Even if he escaped, he would not be able to live an upright life in the future. Can live in darkness.
"This slave has a third-level cultivation of the spiritual martial arts realm and has a record of sixteen victories. If a prisoner of the same realm defeats him, he will be rewarded with twenty middle-grade yuan stones. As for a prisoner of the third-level cultivation of the spiritual martial arts realm, the winner will be The reward is one hundred middle-grade Yuan stones.”
The old man who led the slave martial artist into the prison fighting arena said, making everyone's eyes freeze. The slave martial artist with sixteen wins was twelve fewer than Scorpion Tiger. But if the prison fighter wins, the reward is Similarly, it can be seen from here that the people in the Prison Arena have more confidence in this slave's martial arts than they do in Scorpion Tiger.
"Bai Ze, the third level of spiritual martial arts realm is the same as you."
At this time, the young man in yellow clothes not far behind Lin Feng said something to Bai Ze, which made Bai Ze freeze his eyes, ponder for a moment, and then nodded and said: "I'll go."
"Okay." A smile appeared on the face of the young man in yellow. Bai Ze stood up, walked to the stairs, took a few steps to reach the outside of the cage, and nodded slightly to the old man. Burn*wen*
The old man saw Bai Ze frowning slightly and said, "This slave martial artist is very powerful. Are you sure you want to have a prisoner fight?"
"Yes." Bai Ze nodded affirmatively, and then the old man let Bai Ze step into the prison fighting arena.
"snort."
On the stand, Wen Aoxue snorted coldly, seeming a little displeased.
Lin Feng was also a little surprised that the old man would actually remind Bai Ze that when he entered Ru Prison and fought with Scorpion Tiger, no one had ever reminded him that Scorpion Tiger was very powerful.
"Lin Feng, that slave martial artist is going to be in trouble."
Wen Aoxue said something, which made Lin Feng look at him strangely and asked: "Why? I've seen his strength before, and it's nothing special. I don't think he is necessarily the opponent of this slave martial artist."
"Bai Ze has basically no chance of winning, but do you know who is in charge of this prison fighting arena?"
Wen Aoxue said again, causing Lin Feng's eyes to condense and he looked at Wen Aoxue in surprise.
"Today's Prison Fighting Ground is in charge of the Bai family, which is Bai Ze's family."
Wen Aoxue said indifferently, which made Lin Feng's eyes tremble. No wonder the old man reminded Bai Ze. It turns out that Bai Ze's family is in charge of this place.
"There are so many pairs of eyes watching in the prison arena. If Bai Ze is not strong enough, can they still do anything?"
"Haha, you underestimate these nobles too much. They always only focus on the purpose and not the process." Wen Aoxue smiled lightly, looking like he understood everything.
At this time, in the prison fighting arena, when the slave martial artist saw Bai Ze walking in, a violent aura was immediately released from his body, which was very cold.
The eyes slightly blocked by the disheveled hair were cold and biting, making Bai Ze tremble slightly in his heart.
"die!"
The slave martial artist spit out a cold word in his mouth, and his body rushed directly towards Bai Ze. Anyone who entered the prison arena was someone who came to take his life. Either Bai Ze died, or he died. .
The iron chain that locked him suddenly started dancing in the air, like a poisonous snake spear, stabbing at Bai Ze with a whistling sound.
"So fast."
Bai Ze saw the iron chain stabbing him instantly, and his body moved away. At the same time, a strong wind blew up, and Bai Ze's body became extremely light and moved with the wind.
"Hurricane Martial Spirit."
Lin Feng saw a hurricane shadow appearing behind Bai Ze and whispered. Last time, Bai Ze was extremely arrogant and said how talented he was, but in the end, he didn't even catch Lin Feng's finger, and he didn't even have time to release his martial spirit. That slap was very loud.
However, given that Bai Ze is less than eighteen years old, he would be considered a genius in many other places, even in Yunhai Sect, but this is the Imperial City, a place where geniuses gather, and those who are better than Bai Ze There are many people, so geniuses are no longer called geniuses.
The slave martial artist didn't even look at Bai Ze, his eyes were still as deep and cold as before, the chain in his hand trembled slightly, then swept out, and the space roared.
"So domineering."
Bai Ze's eyes trembled, not daring to make a direct connection, and his body retreated again. Then at this moment, a still slightly illusory vine appeared silently, and instantly wrapped around Bai Ze's body. The chain turned into a spear again and pointed directly at Stab Bai Ze in the heart.
Without a single unnecessary move, Bai Ze was killed.
Bai Ze's pupils shrank, his body struggled, his palms trembled violently, and a hurricane with a murderous aura rolled towards the chain, filling the sky with dust.
However, at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt an extremely huge force coming from the vines, which moved his body and made him rush forward. However, the slave Wu Xiu used Bai Ze's body to draw across A perfect arc appeared directly on the side of Bai Ze, and the chain spear came to attack.
"So strong."
There were screams of exclamation from the stands. The control of this slave martial artist was too strong. Every move seemed to be calculated, fast, capable, and murderous.
As for Lin Feng, he frowned tightly. It was a vine martial spirit. He had seen this kind of martial spirit before. Han Man's friend, Po Jun, possessed this kind of martial spirit.
"Broken army, army, slave!"
Lin Feng's eyes flickered, staring at the slave martial artist. Could it be a coincidence? The other party just has the same martial spirit and is named after military
"Puch!"
In the prison fighting arena, Bai Ze hurriedly resisted, but was unable to block the impact of the spear and chain. His chest was hit hard and his body flew backwards.
The body of the slave martial artist trembled, and he rushed towards Bai Ze with a chain spear. Only by killing the opponent would the prison fight be over and he could survive.
"stop."
At this moment, a fierce shout came out, causing the slave martial artist's body to stiffen, his footsteps stop, and he looked at the approaching old man with sharp eyes.
"This battle ends here."
The old man said indifferently, which made the crowd's eyes freeze. That's it
Just like the Prison Arena, it is not over until one party dies. This is the rule of the Prison Arena. How can it end here
"It seems that this prisoner has a close relationship with the old man!"
The crowd remembered that the old man had reminded Bai Ze just now, and they couldn't help but guess that this was the only possibility.
"The prison fight is not over yet, how can it end here."
A hoarse voice came from the slave Wu Xiu's mouth and he stared at the old man.
The old man raised his eyebrows, and then there was a sinister look in his eyes. How dare a slave contradict him
"Since you want to fight in prison, then I will grant it to you." The old man smiled sinisterly and shouted: "Let the beast in."
After the old man finished speaking, at another hole in the cage, a middle-aged man slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd.
What made the crowd's eyes freeze was that the middle-aged man who appeared appeared riding on a figure. This figure had arms and legs, and was surprisingly human. However, he climbed out using both hands and feet. , and his limbs and throat were tightly tied with iron chains, and the other end of the chains was held in the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.
"Jun, among the many slaves, apart from the barbarian beasts, you are the most difficult to tame. And now you have seen that this is the end of the barbarians. They have been tamed into beasts. Today, I want you to fight the barbarian prisoners. The winner lives, the loser dies!”
The old man said gloomily. At this moment, Jun's eyes were staring at him extremely coldly, as if he wanted to swallow him in one gulp. He actually asked him to duel with Man, these beasts!
When the man lying on the ground heard this, he raised his head and stared at the old man with beast-like eyes, extremely vicious.
Seeing the savage beast raising its head, an extremely cold aura spread out crazily from where Lin Feng was in the stands!