C111 Wobble Up

In a room on the third floor, a young man holding a wine cup had already stood up. A sneer hung on the corners of his mouth as he slowly said,

"It's hard to tell who will win and who will lose."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said,

"This young man's momentum will definitely weaken in another ten moves. I'm afraid that the Berserkers will not lose within these ten moves. This young man is going to be in danger."

Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a voice that was like a golden spear suddenly came from a room to the side.

"The generals wear their armor, the soldiers are valiant, the warriors are valiant and valiant, the warriors are valiant and dream of war, their heroic spirit soars to the skies!"

"The hot blood has not yet dried, the golden arrow shakes the enemy's guts, the horse is wrapped in its own skin without regret, and the spirit fears the Nine Heavens …"

The expression of the young man holding the wine cup slightly changed as he subconsciously said:

"This is the general order that the Mo Nation used to whiten the sky for thousands of miles?"

At this time, Zhao Mingzhe who was on top of the stage, let out a sudden shout. His left foot took a sudden step forward. The strong force caused a depression to be left on the hard stone platform!

In the next moment, Zhao Mingzhe's right hand suddenly changed from a fist to a palm, and he roared:

"Cloudpaw!"

At this time, the humming sound of the golden lance continued on the third floor:

"Before we break through the formation, let the battle drums revolve around my black hair, and leave my beautiful women alone. I will command my great army!"

"Qingshan shall be buried in the ground, and his loyal soul shall stay in another place, and the battle in the universe will go on. He will not return until he breaks the vow of the Demonic Berserker!"

With the last sentence, he did not break the demon's vow yet, and coincidentally, Zhao Mingzhe let out a dragon's roar. After turning his fist into a palm, it did not have any unpleasantness to it, but instead, his aura fiercely soared!

The final palm strike that was so strong that it was like the clouds in the horizon had become solid and had fallen from the sky without leaving a trace.

Bang! With a loud sound, Zhao Mingzhe's palm struck the barbarian's left arm. A suppressed roar sounded out, and the barbarian's entire body staggered a little.

With cold eyes, Zhao Mingzhe smashed his fists out consecutively, looking like a tiger or the wind.

In the beginning, the barbarian had tried to use his uninjured right hand to block, but Zhao Mingzhe's fist was full of power. After a few moves, the barbarian had no way to defend himself.

With that loud roar, Zhao Mingzhe's fists rained down on the barbarian's body. The barbarian turned into a human sandbag in the blink of an eye.

After being punched more than ten times, the barbarian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood at Zhao Mingzhe's face with a "pu" sound.

The blood that was congealing from his Essence was like a sharp arrow, moving at an astonishing speed. At the same time, the barbarian tried his best to charge towards Zhao Mingzhe like a cannonball.

Using the Floating Willow Body Art, Zhao Mingzhe dodged to the side from spitting out fresh blood. Sensing the direction the barbarians were heading towards, Zhao Mingzhe suddenly roared out and stomped on the stage.

did not retreat. Instead, he advanced and started to fight against the barbarians.

In the process of charging forward, Zhao Mingzhe used the Floating Willow Body Art to lean on his shoulder and used the Eight Extreme Fist to its limit.

Amidst the shocked cries of the crowd, the two disproportionate bodies collided heavily against each other.

With a dull groan, the crowd saw the barbarian's huge body being knocked away by the relatively weak Zhao Mingzhe, heavily smashing onto the black iron railings.

"Creak!" The tough iron bars were not broken by the impact, but the barbarian's body fell heavily to the ground. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, the barbarian was like a pile of mud, and couldn't stand up anymore.

Below the stage, the people who were initially clamoring to get the barbarians to beat Zhao Mingzhe up were completely dumbfounded. They never thought that the unknown Zhao Mingzhe would actually defeat the barbarians.

On the second floor, Ye Minghua, who was in the same room as Liao Qiu Chan, suddenly stood up with a look of disbelief on his face.

At this moment, an earth-shattering scream suddenly came from the surrounding crowd:

"It's over, it's over. The money I bet on you all went down the drain!"

After that, countless similar sighs could be heard. All of them looked like they wanted to jump off the building.

Just then, on the third floor, a mournful arrow flew through the air. Zhao Mingzhe frowned, he was secretly on guard, and realized that the arrow was not aimed at him.

The arrow was about to pierce into the barbarian who couldn't get up from the ground. Suddenly, a mournful piercing sound was heard. Then, in a blinding white light, a flying javelin accurately missed the arrow.

The barbarian man, whose teeth were covered with blood, tried his best to shout out.

"I haven't forgotten about your plans. Right now, I'll break it like jade!"

As soon as the barbarian's voice fell, from the crowd below the stage, a dozen or so people suddenly shouted out. Then, a dozen or so men with cold expressions on their faces attacked the spear in their hands one after another, rushing towards an extremely good private room on the third floor.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden door of the room on the third floor shattered into pieces.

The dozen or so cultivators that threw out their spears all took out their weapons and began to attack the people next to them.

Blood began to splatter, followed by miserable shrieks. In an instant, the entire underground slave arena fell into chaos.

After killing quite a number of people, the group of people used the chaos created to jump up and rush towards the room on the third floor that had just been attacked.

Although Zhao Mingzhe did not know who the target of this group of people was, he was sure that it was a premeditated assassination.

Frowning, Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself that this was probably the best chance to take advantage of the chaos to leave this place.

Thinking to this point, Zhao Mingzhe suddenly shouted:

"Xiao Meng!"

A crisp sound rang out, and Xiao Meng, who wore a spatial ring on her neck, charged into Zhao Mingzhe's relationship from a dark corner in an instant.

Picking up the spatial ring, Zhao Mingzhe's heart skipped a beat, and the light blue long spear instantly appeared in his hand.

His left hand slapped his right arm and the light blue long spear let out a loud buzzing sound. Then, like a huge dragon that was heading out to sea, it violently collided with the black iron railings.

A few pieces of black iron were broken by Zhao Mingzhe's spear and he heaved a sigh of relief. Zhao Mingzhe suppressed the vicious aura in his heart, and was prepared to take advantage of the chaos to rush to the slave farm.

At this moment, a long howl came from the room on the third floor that had been raided. Then, a few "peng peng peng" sounds could be heard and half of the dozen or so people who had charged up were sent flying!

At this time, the severely injured barbarian suddenly stood up and shouted loudly:

"Fight to the death, vow to kill the target!"

Zhao Mingzhe was somewhat shocked. When he had fought with the barbarians just now, Zhao Mingzhe had attacked without holding back.

Shi Mu hadn't thought that the barbarians would be able to recover so quickly in such a short time. In fact, the healing ability of these barbarians could only be described as abnormal.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, he decided not to wade into this muddy water, and quickly left.

At this moment, the barbarian let out another roar.

"Aardwolf, Bluebird, catch the Ye Minghua behind you!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Mingzhe was startled, then seeing the two people who had been knocked down from the third floor, he gritted his teeth and leaped up, rushing towards the room where Ye Minghua and Liao Qiu Chan were.

His heart trembled, a thought instantly emerged in Zhao Mingzhe's mind: Save or not, this is really a problem …