Chapter 1381

Yan Huangcheng, Zhongcheng.

Dragons and snakes are mixed, and there is a smell of killing left in the air.

The streets and alleys are full of ruins, but there are quite a lot of people. The number of witch, ancient and even weak Terrans and 8000 neutral races is no less than that of the four cities in the East, South, West and North. Even if it is broken here, it is so attractive.

For martial artists, Zhongcheng is both heaven and hell.

If you have enough strength, you can get everything here, wealth, treasures, women, the pleasure of killing, and so on. The fighting fields and gladiators in the city can be seen one by one. There may not be many other things in the city, but there is absolutely no shortage of fighting fields and gladiators.

In particular, the "desperate arena" in the middle of the city is like a holy land in the middle of the city.

Only the strong at the holy King level, or the "fighting emperor" who has won more than a thousand times in the fighting fields of all levels in the city, are qualified to fight for life and death in the desperate arena. The desperate arena, which can accommodate millions of spectators, is full of people in every peak battle.

Countless gamblers, countless strong people, are bleeding for it.

"Pretty rattan!"

"Dongtengshou!"

"Man Teng, you are the strongest!"

……

There was a roar of cheers.

In the desperate arena, a black figure lying in a pool of blood on the huge battlefield. The blood on the ground, the left shoulder has been flattened, and the right leg is completely missing and flesh and blood blurred. The worst thing is that the head is twisted irregularly, as if it had been forcibly broken.

Miserable!

tragic beyond compare in this human world.

Is dead thoroughly.

He could not see his face, but he could see the Golden Dragon spear clenched in his right hand. The spirit of the gun seemed to be crying and trembling. But in the cries of millions of people around at the moment, it is so insignificant that no one will care.

In the middle of the arena, manto's eyes are shining, and he is holding his hands high to enjoy the honor of the stars and the moon.

His armor was also broken, and his injury was no worse than the dead black figure. However, he had an exceptionally strong body and stronger fighting spirit. The fine eyes were wide open, and the rattan fiercely patted his chest, roaring like vent.

"Ah!" "ah!" "ah!!!" the crazy roar drives the emotions of the surrounding audience.

At this moment, manteng is the real 'King'!

In the desperate arena, the existence of a 'King' who defeats opponents of the same level.

Wanton, manic.

He has no scruples and no scruples.

In Zhongcheng, strength is everything. Even if the status is as high as the king of hell, there is no status in Zhongcheng.

Here, everything is decided with fists. The strong are respected, while the weak

Not worth mentioning.

So the black figure engraved in the pool of blood is just a corpse.

No one will care about his previous identity, and no one will sympathize with him. Dying here can only show that he is not strong enough. Even, the abuse in the audience has not stopped, and some curse constantly, but those gamblers who have lost all their money.

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"North Dragon Guard!"

"I bah!"

"It's just a wine bag!"

Manteng was reckless, his eyes were shining, and he kicked beilongshou's belly heavily, kicking his body into the air. Then he fell heavily on the battlefield, but he didn't even respond. He was already dead.,

However, manto seems to feel that he has not enjoyed himself. He not only insults but also lashes the corpse!

"Coward!"

"Do you know where to lose? You lose with the blood of cheap humans, ha ha!"

"Fragile, vulnerable!"

"Hum!"

Manteng strides across with ferocious eyes.

The left foot, as strong as a tree trunk, fiercely trampled on the left foot of beilongshou. It only heard the sound like broken porcelain. A spark of starpower flashed, but in an instant, the left foot became a pile of mud. At present, the North dragon guards the most desolate Ling, but it is really dead without a whole body.

"Ha ha! ~" he laughed wildly, and manteng clenched his hands and beat his chest hard.

The heroic and crazy action led to whistles and cheers around. Manteng danced for the strength of manteng. Manteng was very excited in his eyes. Ravaging the corpse of beilongshou wantonly, he stared at beilongshou's head again, revealing a ferocious look.

Step! Step! Step!

Every step is like a heavy weight.

Manto's hands "clicked" and his deep hatred surged, but it was not a day or two before he had a grudge with Beilong Shou.

He can't wait to cut the North dragon. How can he die so comfortably!

"Ji Longfeng, I want you to lose face even if you die!"

"You northern yamas are all losers and cowards! This time, I'll grow my face for the eastern Yama, use your head as a booty and hang it on the city tower, so that everyone can see the so-called strong of your northern Yama!"

"It's all fucking rubbish!"

……

Pop! Standing in front of Ji Longfeng's body.

Pretty rattan moved his head. In a ferocious laugh, his right hand stretched out directly into a claw to take Ji Longfeng's head.

There were endless cheers around, and the pleasure of killing made countless audiences boiling with blood. The hysterical shouting made the whole desperate arena like hell. Here, there is no mercy, no humanity, only gambling and fighting, only blood and fist.

Right now——

"Peng!" lured rulei.

On the desperate arena, the huge semicircular shield glowed white, and the extremely fierce fire almost fell from the sky, which not only made the audience scream continuously, but everyone opened their eyes and looked at the top of the shield in horror. Even man Teng also stopped and raised his head.

The semicircular shield of the desperate arena!

It was built to avoid casualties in the auditorium. There is a problem.

Even the aftermath of the duel between beilongshou and dongtengshou did not break the shield, but now

Wheeze! Wheeze! Wheeze!

Flames, such as falling from the sky.

"Zheng!" with a loud cry, everyone saw a blood Phoenix falling from head to head, and the bloody pupils burst out an incomparably strong smell of killing, madly bombarding the semicircular shield. Almost in the blink of an eye, the top of the shield is broken. With the top as the center, there are moire cracks and cracks around.

"Boom!" Xuefeng rushed through directly.

There was a constant and suffocating sound.

DongTeng Shou's face suddenly changed. His essence was revealed, but he knew that the comer was an enemy rather than a friend, and his strength was very strong.

Target, point at him!

"What a strong flame!" DongTeng Shouxin's dark Lin, "it's still two layers, mixed with mysterious flame."

At a glance, you can see through many.

As one of the sixteen city guards, DongTeng guard has extraordinary knowledge and strength. He can kill beilongshou by real strength.

However, at this moment, the danger also comes in an instant.

"Jiong!" the fire was sharp and swooped down.

Everyone stared at this scene in the desperate arena, but it was a rare extreme.

Who is it?

Come on, who the hell is it?

This question is even more doubtful in the heart of dongtengshou. However, at present, I can only see the fire awn and the bloody Phoenix. The breath power is very terrible. Not only full of momentum, but also unable to resist, as if with the determination to die, jade and stone burned.

Never touch!

"Oh?" manteng's eyes were cold, his right foot falsely stepped, his left foot suddenly stepped up and retreated.

More momentum, less change.

It's not that the strength of the comer is poor, but this attack is not a real attack, just

Just push him back.

"Peng!" the flames spread all over the sky.

It was a figure on fire, like a divine soldier.

As manto expected, the purpose was not to attack, but to "drive him away.". At present, standing proudly in the middle of the desperate arena, it is just in front of beilongshou's body. When the flame dissipated, the comer's body was not tall, and his face was more and more visible.

"Hua ~" there was a sound of breathing around.

There was a lot of talk and noise.

Surprise!

However, the real surprise is not others, but manteng!

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the people in front of him. Manto was a little stunned, but he couldn't think that it would be a human! Moreover, he was a human he knew very well. That day, in the east city, he was like an ant in front of him——

Lin Feng!

"Who am I?" manteng snorted coldly, with disdain.

"Pretty rattan!" Lin Feng lowered his voice and drank in a deep voice. His anger could not be suppressed at all. His hands clenched his fists and his veins were exposed. When I heard the bad news in xiongyuyuan, I almost collapsed. Now I see the body of beilongshou with my own eyes, which makes my heart tight and even difficult to breathe.

Beilongshou, really dead!

In front of himself, he died.

Lin Feng's body trembled, but he couldn't believe what he saw. His killing intention and anger couldn't stop venting. The breath energy of the holy King level spread the scattered waves, but the pretty rattan, who was indifferent and disdainful, changed his complexion slightly and had more cold light in his eyes.

Holy king!

"This boy, how did he become a saint in a short time?"

"No, the smell seems a little different from that three days ago. What's going on?"

Man Teng's heart is dark and heavy, and he puts away his contempt.

Intuition told him that the human in front of him was completely different from three days ago.

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Heartache, guilt!

Deep remorse, Lin Feng's heart seemed to be torn.

Without the slightest breath, the North dragon guards his death thoroughly and has no power to return to heaven. However, even so, manto still refused to let beilongshou go and abused the corpse. If he came a little later, beilongshou might not even be able to keep his head. There is no real dead body!

"It's my fault."

"It's all my fault!"

"If it weren't for me, how could beilongshou accept his challenge!"

"If it weren't for me, Lord beilongshou wouldn't die at all!"

……

Clenching his fist, Lin Feng wanted to crack his eyes.

Anger constantly attacks my heart. I think of beilongshou's kindness to me and his help. I haven't had time to repay him, but I'm already

No more chance!

"Pretty rattan!" Lin Feng's eyes were blood red and his face was clanking.

The flames of both hands rose like the sky, and the crazy swallowing was like the roaring dragon. At this moment, the momentum of Lin Feng completely overwhelmed manteng.

"I want you to pay with blood!"

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