Zhan Tian punched with his right hand and hit the most threatening arrow. The fist was already bloody and bloody, and the remaining two arrows exploded in his ribs. His clothes were shattered, flesh and blood splattered, and his body retreated again and again.
Many gamblers who had lost their bets in the audience cheered loudly and asked the archers to kill Zhan Tian. The female archer from the Elf tribe turned red and fired two arrows in a row. It was already a bit laborious, and she stuffed a pill into her mouth. She screamed.
With a sound, the white tiger hurriedly jumped away, turned sideways to gather energy, and shot out six spiritual energy arrows quickly.
Zhan Tian raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, braced himself, placed his left fist across his chest, and held his right fist against his ribs. His right fist, which was already only a bone, emitted a dizzy black light. Six spiritual energy arrows flew quickly.
, as if receiving an inexplicable summons, they all broke away from their original targets and converged towards Zhantian's right fist.
The spiritual energy arrows condensed together, and a green spiritual energy ball the size of a basketball arrived in front of Zhan Tian's right fist, but was blocked by a black light no bigger than a fist. The black light became brighter and brighter, while the green light of the spiritual energy ball became fainter and fainter.
In just a few breaths, the spiritual energy group dissipated, Zhan Tian's fist's flesh and blood returned to its original state, and even the wounds on his body healed.
The black bright fist pushed forward, and a black ball of light flew towards the archer. The speed was not fast, but the elf beauty who had lost her strength could only watch the ball of light hit herself. The bloody scene she imagined did not appear.
The black ball of light hit the archer and dissipated with a soft sound. The archer's face turned red, he glared at Zhan Tian fiercely, took a step back, and imitated Zhan Tian's clasped fist salute at the beginning of the war, "I admit defeat."
The referee looked at the archer who was out of strength just now but was now full of energy and opened his mouth with some curiosity. Then he looked at Zhan Tian who had recovered as before, but his clothes were in tatters, and declared Zhan Tian the winner.
Just as he was about to announce the start of the next game, he was suddenly stunned and looked at Zhan Tian with a complicated expression, "Little friend Zhan Tian, I just received the order from the host. Your game will be changed to a no-rules game. Of course, if you
Continue, the bonus will be doubled ten times after winning. My friend, will you continue?"
"Ten times? Ten, twenty, it's already thirty. If we win, it will be three hundred? No, there will be four hundred or seven hundred in the next game?"
The referee turned to look at the podium and said: "Yes, as long as you participate in all competitions, it will be doubled ten times. Of course, there are no rules in the competition, life or death, the number of opponents is not limited, and more importantly, the more you win, the more you win."
, then if you lose, you will give it all to your opponent, which is likely to interest some groups..."
Zhan Tian followed the referee's gaze and looked at the podium, looking at the two blond and white-skinned beauties sitting upright, grinning and said: "Okay, continue, beauties like to give money, and it is the hardest to accept kindness from beauties.
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Just as the referee was about to announce the start, Zhan Tian raised his hand to interrupt and said seriously: "Today we can have five preliminaries, will the rematch also be five tomorrow? Five finals the day after tomorrow? There is no limit to the number of final challenges?"
The referee was stunned and turned to look at the podium. On the podium, Catherine and Lucy also looked at each other. Although they were dozens of meters away from the ring, with their martial arts level, they could naturally hear Zhan Tian's words clearly.
It was precisely because they heard clearly that the two women were stunned. It was Lucy who proposed the game without rules. Her original intention was for Zhan Tianxia to find someone to form a team. She wanted to see his commanding ability, but she did not expect him to participate alone.
Rules of competition. But what does this guy mean? Is he crazy about money, or is he really confident that he is invincible?
"Lucy, why don't you forget it?"
"Sister, you look at him like he needs a beating. It makes me uncomfortable. No, you must make him look bad!"
"But, if he really wins, then..."
"It's impossible. By the way, plus one more thing, he can only team up with two more people at most. Well, under the restrictions, from now on, outsiders will not be accepted to participate, and the entrance to the 9527 battlefield will be closed."
Catherine shook her head and looked at the angry Lucy, a little speechless. To be honest, she couldn't understand Zhan Tian, who looked like an ordinary person. Ordinary people could have such strong resilience and how ordinary people could fight against the elves.
archer.
The referee relayed Lucy's words, and Zhan Tian smiled. These two beauties took the wrong medicine and had nowhere to spend their money. Originally, they were worried that they would find foreign aid, but now it's better to close the entrance to the battlefield. Then wouldn't his chances be greater?
Defeated, impossible, there are only Wu Clan who died in the battle, not defeated Wu Clan... He shook his flowing black hair, fighting spirit boiling in his heart, he didn't know why he appeared here, but
He knows that he is a war witch, a war witch who exists for war.
"Fight!" Zhan Tian stamped his feet and roared. He was a little excited. The competition was just for fighting. Now he felt that the blood in his heart was boiling. The spectators around him already knew the rules of the game from the referee. As long as he won the battle,
Oh my god, then the bonuses he accumulated are his own.
The third scene began, with a tall and burly man and a thin, masked young man in black. The swordsman was more than two meters tall, carrying a black iron epee that was nearly two meters tall. The assassin could not tell his appearance, but in his hand
Two daggers glowing green. As soon as the game started, the gamblers below were excited. Some of them had already lost two games. But when the rules changed, they felt that the goddess of luck was favoring them again. They were annoyed that they did not seize the opportunity.
Those who came on stage to share the prize money were contacted by others to prepare for the next game to grab a higher prize money.
One spirit stone is basically enough for a family to live for a month, and seven hundred spirit stones is enough for even a luxurious battlefield desperado for half a year.
The battle has been going on for half a cup of tea in the anticipation of the audience. Zhan Tian always maintained a horse stance, his left hand always protected his chest, and his right hand cupped his fist to protect his ribs. His back and shoulders had already been stabbed by the masked young assassin.
Many times, the wounds were visible to the bone. The swordsman's heavy sword blocked Zhan Tian's dodge position, and the assassin made a stealth attack. The paralyzing toxin on the dagger seemed to have begun to take effect. Zhan Tian's movements were a little slow, and he could no longer dodge the heavy sword completely. His left
His arm began to be hit by the heavy sword, and blood marks appeared one after another. His clothes were even more tattered, and it was a bit praiseworthy to say that he was dressed as a beggar.
In an inconspicuous corner of the auditorium, two long-eared elves watched the battle seriously. One of them was the beautiful archer who just appeared, and the other was a male elf, equally handsome, with strangely long ears, and different
What's more, he has two small antlers on his head.
"Brother Heide, he is dying..."
"Lin'er, look carefully, he seems to be deliberately trying to accept the blow of the epee with his hands..."
"Isn't this impossible?"
"Lin'er, his movements are slow, but his steps are not frivolous at all. You suppressed your strength and stood against him in the last match. Haven't you noticed that he has been trying to injure his body and then recover...
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"This damn guy, if he had known I would not have suppressed my strength. I just want thirty spiritual stones..."
Heide smiled and shook his head. The two of them were not here for the competition. They wanted to try to find the two women on the stage to help solve the plight of the dark elves. The dark elves who were abandoned by the elves would not be able to get a higher position if they could not get the upper hand.
With the help of those who seek help, the clan may really be exterminated. Although Catherine and Lucy are young, they are direct descendants of the ten royal families of the Gods. As long as they are willing to protect the Dark Elf clan, even if they pay some price, they can get the Dark Elf clan's help.