now.
The arena is almost full of people.
It is hard to imagine that there are hundreds of millions of martial cultivators gathered together. Moreover, these martial cultivators are at least in the Return to True Realm, most of them are in the Human Master Realm, and some are in the God Master Realm.
The vastness is beyond compare.
Even though Su Chen was in a stable state of mind, he was shocked to the point where his breathing fluctuated.
The world is really a world.
When a group of people came in, a life and death battle was going on on the fully enclosed fighting platform! ! !
One of them is a thin man, dressed in black, who looks like a shadow assassin in the darkness. He is at the eighth level of the human master realm.
In his hand was a short, thin scimitar.
high speed.
Half of his face was swollen and dripping with blood, and it looked as if his facial bones were broken.
His opponent was a strong, bare-handed man at the ninth level of the Human Master Realm.
This muscular man had a very deep knife mark on his arm, which was very piercing and blood was everywhere.
"Wang Slaughter! Wang Slaughter! Wang Slaughter!!!"
"kill him!"
"Scimitar Assassin, Scimitar Assassin, Scimitar Assassin..."
"Slit his throat!"
"Ho ho ho ho... kill!"
… …
The atmosphere was so intense.
The entire arena was filled with the smell of unbridled evil spirit and murderous intent.
Too many martial cultivators roared loudly, using their profound energy and roaring.
In fact, many martial arts cultivators had red eyes, staring at the fighting platform as if to vent their emotions, roaring, roaring, and clapping their hands.
The entire arena was so noisy that it was shocking.
Moreover, the smell of blood in the capital was too strong, like a world from hell.
Su Chen looked carefully and could see that the top of the fighting platform was all purple-red. It seemed that it was stained with too much blood. There was a layer of blood cocoon on the surface of the fighting platform.
at this time.
Sudden.
The figure of the thin man in black clothes fluctuated and he rushed towards the strong man.
high speed.
Weird like a black shadow.
The muscular man waved his fist and punched thousands of people.
However.
Between the lightning and flint.
puff! ! !
A bright red spurt spread out.
The scimitar and dagger in the hand of the thin man in black sank into the throat of the muscular man.
Deeply immersed.
"I won, I won, ah..."
"Hahaha... Scimitar Assassin!"
"That's awesome!"
"It's the same move, instant stab, too fast, I still didn't see it clearly."
"Level-up!!! This is an over-level kill!"
"Cool!"
"I won, really~~~~Mom won!"
As the thin assassin stabbed the muscular man in the throat, the entire arena boiled, completely boiling.
What is chilling is that the scimitar assassin has clearly killed the strong man, but suddenly he raises his hand again, and the scimitar in his hand turns into a dazzling light, and in an instant, ninety-nine blades fall on the strong man's chest. above.
The man was already dead, yet a knife was drawn.
After ninety-nine cuts, the Scimitar Assassin smiled evilly and licked his lips, extremely cruel.
"Tang Zhuo, come on out." Sikong Yu said. She seemed to be getting more and more excited. It was obvious that she was infected by the atmosphere of the scene.
After Sikong Yu spoke, Tang Zhuo walked towards the back hall.
"Miss, why don't you let Su Chen go up first to warm up?" Miss Huan asked in a low voice.
Tang Zhuo was asked to come on stage, so how could Su Chen come on stage
Having already watched Tang Zhuo's life and death battle performance, how could the young lady still need Su Chen to come on stage
If Su Chen is going to come to power, it will definitely be before Tang Zhuo.
"No, it's embarrassing for him to come on stage." Sikong Yu glanced at Su Chen.
Miss Huan was a little bitter and did not dare to say anything. Miss Huan glanced at Su Chen again and thought in her heart that Su Chen was in a tragedy and his fate would probably be miserable in the future.
soon.
"Quiet, quiet, quiet..." A voice rippled and spread throughout the arena.
That sound was driven by mysterious energy.
Very powerful.
The arena became quiet, because everyone familiar with it knew that it was the host of the arena, Zi Mei Dao Ren, who spoke.
The Purple Eyebrow Swordman is one of the on-site hosts of Jiuyou Arena and has hosted too many events.
The Purple Eyebrow Swordsman is deeply trusted by the master of Jiuyou Arena.
The Purple Eyebrow Swordman is also very powerful. He is at the eighth level of the Divine Lord Realm. He has a flying knife that is chilling. Because of this, he is known as the Knife Hostage.
"Let us welcome a new fighter, also our Miss Sikong's new fighter. His name is Tang Zhuo!!!" The purple-browed swordsman's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sound column that rippled throughout the arena. Inside.
With the separate introduction of the Purple Eyebrow Sword Man.
Tang Zhuo appeared.
He walked directly into the fighting platform.
Then, the entire arena completely exploded.
"Oh my God!"
"Second level of God Lord Realm!!!"
"Where did Miss Sikong find it?"
"Hahaha...there's something good to watch!"
"On the second level of the Divine Lord Realm, you won't want to win ten games in one go, right?"
"It's so scary!"
"Second floor of the Divine Lord Realm, am I right?"
… … …
In the arena, too many martial practitioners were excited.
Fighters on the second level of the God Lord Realm are very rare, very rare!
It’s really going to be a good show.
Many of the martial arts cultivators present stood up in excitement, shouting the names of Tang Zhuo and Sikong Yu with their voices hoarse.
Sikong Yu's mood became better and better, and the smile on her face never stopped.
"Tang Zhuo's opponent in his first life-and-death battle is the Holy Hand Wu Ya." Then, the voice of the purple-browed swordsman sounded again.
Ever since, the atmosphere in the arena was about to get out of control.
All kinds of rage.
The Holy Hand Wu Ya was a person who had won five battles on the fighting platform.
The first level of the Divine Lord Realm.
Very strong.
The five life-and-death battles Wu Ya won left a deep impression on people.
Wu Ya is very bloodthirsty and his methods are extremely cruel.
Like a madman.
The first battle is against the master Wu Ya! ! !
Wonderful.
So wonderful.
At one end of the arena, the betting table was surrounded by dozens of layers.
fully.
Too many people are placing bets.
"Go, help me bet three thousand yuan of middle-grade real stones." Sikong Yu raised his hand casually and handed it to a young woman in front of him. The young woman was a service staff of the arena, a being of Sikong Yu's level , specialized service personnel are arranged in the arena.
"Yes." The young woman took the space ring respectfully and walked towards the betting table.
Next, the Purple Eyebrow Swordman introduced some of the achievements and strength of the sage Wu Ya.
All kinds of atmosphere changes.
until…
Until the atmosphere at the scene reached its highest point.
The battle begins!
Under everyone's excited, burning eyes and heavy breathing gaze.
Tang Zhuo and the holy beast Wu Ya stood opposite each other.
Tang Zhuo is dressed in white, quiet, indifferent and confident.
Like a peerless young master.
And Wu Ya, wearing a mask, shirtless, very tall, like a wild beast, making loud movements every time he breathed and breathed. He did not use a sword, but he had sharp, sharp, and bladed thorns in his hands. gloves.