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"Seven heavenly soldiers?"

"No, just in the battle, he seems to have broken through and become an eighth level heavenly soldier!"

Mr. Wang's eyes twinkled with cold light. Looking at Lu Zixuan in the battle field, he said in his mouth.

"Putong..."

"Lord Wang's atonement is due to my poor arrangement."

"Lord Wang, I'll arrange more powerful monsters and practitioners. I'll teach that boy a lesson and let him know what life is like death."

And this way.

The person in charge of the body suddenly trembled, Putong knelt on the ground, and begged to the Lord Wang.

Fear!

He knows the character of Lord Wang very well. If someone offends him a little, he will be killed.

Now, the things that Lord Wang told him happened twice in a row, which made him scared when he thought about it.

"No!"

"That boy is too arrogant. Since he is so confident and wants more monsters and practitioners, please satisfy him!"

"Open the competition of one against one hundred and shoot me one hundred practitioners at a time."

"Hum, do you think I can kill him in front of him?"

The Lord Wang waved his hand and said harshly.

"One against all?"

"Yes, don't worry, Mr. Wang. I'll make that boy's life worse than death this time."

The person in charge said in a hurry.

After that, he immediately turned around to arrange the staff himself.

"Boy, I'll give you what you want!"

"Enjoy it. I hope you can still stand up later!"

"Open the iron gate for me. Let's have a one against one hundred competition."

This way.

When the person in charge arranged the manpower, the voice of Lord Wang appeared on the battlefield.

"One against all?"

"Ha ha ha, today we not only see the winner as the king, but also see one against 100? How wonderful

"This is the second of the three major competitions in the Colosseum. It seems that the boy really angered Lord Wang. It's a pity that if that boy can persist, maybe he can see the most fake and cruel hell cage race in the Colosseum. "

The voice of Mr. Wang led down, and all the people in the grandstand immediately began to boil.

One against 100!

The cruelty of this kind of competition is higher than that of the winner as king. It's hard to see the whole Colosseum once a month or even several months.

Because the nature represented by one enemy is too terrible.

That's a hundred practitioners, come to fight one!

This kind of competition is very demanding. Once the targeted person is not strong enough, he will not be able to show the cruelty and blood of one against one hundred, and will not arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.

Once the strength is too high, it can not achieve the same effect.

One person, one hundred, this kind of person is too rare!

However.

This one is different.

Just Lu Zixuan's battle, they can clearly see it in their eyes. Even if they can't realize the effect of one against one hundred incisively and vividly, they can express something.

Then only two or three percent will make the audience feel very worthwhile.

"With him?"

"Forget it, a hundred people. What's the demand of one against a hundred? It's a match at the same level! "

"That is to say, the strength of those 100 people are all eight level heavenly soldiers. No matter how powerful he is, how can he be the opponent of a hundred eighth level heavenly soldiers? "

"Even if he hides his strength, he can't!"

Others sneer.

It's really exciting to compete against one hundred, but similarly, in all previous competitions against one hundred, no one has been able to survive as a winner.

"One against all?"

"Lying trough, I like this way of competition very much!"

"A hundred people, I don't know how much strength I can increase and how many good things I can burst out after killing all of them."

At this time.

Lu Zixuan's eyes are suddenly bright, the whole person excited breathing shortness, the body is slightly shaking.

Cool!

Don't be so cool!

This is just to give me experience.

"Boy, are you afraid?"

"I said that I would let you know what life is more than death. I will do what I say."

"Teach him a good lesson!"

Mr. Wang sneered.

The iron gate has been opened, and figures come out from behind it.

In the eyes of those practitioners, one by one indifferent, in the moment of walking out of the iron gate, they put their eyes on Lu Zixuan, and then rushed up together."The killing begins!"

"Let me live as if I were dead, right? I'll show you what it is

"Tear the claw!"

Lu Zixuan gave out a low drink in his mouth. He rushed to those practitioners on his own initiative.

"Boom!"

"Stab

"Boom!"

Tear claw, yellow level first class martial arts!

After exerting it, a powerful giant claw with the size of one meter was gathered, and it was hard to grasp towards the front.

As the Giant Claw fell, the three practitioners were torn to pieces and turned into blood mist.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

……

The system prompt sounds at this moment, which makes Lu Zixuan's Xianli point and exchange value soar.

"Mad, it's amazing

"Kill, continue to kill me!"

"What is this man? There's no need to open the funeral master's calling card. "

"Tear the claw!"

"Tianbing boxing!"

Lu Zixuan's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Group warfare?

What he is most afraid of is group warfare. There is a system. Every time he kills, his Xianli point will be supplemented to a certain extent, which makes his Xianli point consume very slowly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

The system prompt sounds all the time, almost without any interruption.

Lu Zixuan became braver and braver. In the end, the whole battle field became his performance.

Those 100 people are not after him, but he is after them.

"Nine heavenly soldiers, continue to kill!"

"Ha ha, don't run away, you are Laozi's!"

After fighting for three minutes, more than 40 people were killed by Lu Zixuan, and his strength broke through again and became a ninth level heavenly soldier.

"Lying trough, that boy is so fierce?"

"I don't know if he can hold on to the end, it's unprecedented!"

"If he wins, he's definitely the first one!"

Those people in the stands have been stunned.

A hundred!

It's one against one hundred. The one who was chased and killed was the one hundred chosen by himself!

This has never happened at any time.

And.

With the increase of time, the number of the remaining practitioners is still decreasing.

"It's hard to say."

"He killed a lot, but there are more people left."

"If it goes on like this, the boy is more likely to be killed."

Some people shake their heads, but they are not confident in their eyes.

"Mad, I'm very excited now. I really hope that boy can win the game. It's a miracle moment."

"Come on, boy, kill the rest of the people!"

There are also people crazy shouting, see the blood boiling.

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