"This fat man is over, the killer of the Dark Eye, is too powerful." The people below buzzed.
The giant man standing opposite the Dark Eye Killer seemed to have not woken up, with a silly expression and was indifferent to the Dark Eye Killer's provocation.
The person below shook his head.
This is a big fool, very scary for ordinary people, but this is not an ordinary venue, but the arena of the Battle of the Dragon Head.
His opponent is a powerful killer.
The Dark Eye Killer snorted coldly.
His body rushed towards the giant man quickly, and his body almost completely became a shadow. The giant man raised his hand and waved at the Dark Eye Killer. His thick arms were like big wooden sticks, and his speed was not slow.
But the Dark Eye Killer was faster, his body curled up quickly, and the spirit monkey flew past the giant man's armpit, while pulling the dagger.
Thorn!
Blood splattered.
A long blood mark was drawn from the giant's ribs to the waist.
Blood suddenly poured out.
Seeing the blood thrust out, the audience who were watching the battle in the ring were even more excited. These audiences were not ordinary audiences, they were all scattered underground and under the command of various big shots.
These people are usually brave and fierce people, and they will only be more excited to see such blood.
The people in the audience below box No. 7 kept roaring and roaring, and the stinger was the code name of the Dark Eye Killer.
In addition, the 8th room also yelled.
"Demon Mountain, Demon Mountain!"
The poisonous stinger was like an extremely flexible poisonous snake, constantly swimming around. Ordinary people's eyes could only catch a black shadow. This was because the lights in the venue were strong. If it was in a dim environment, even the black shadow might not be able to be captured.
Thorn, thorn!
The sound of daggers entering the flesh kept coming.
In just one minute, the poisonous sting had already cut twenty or thirty bloody mouths on the Demon Mountain. These bloody mouths were all over the body of the Demon Mountain. Although the body of the Demon Mountain was extremely large, after so many bloody mouths were cut, the Demon Mountain's body also became bloody.
The people in the stands were even more crazy.
And the stinger seemed to enjoy the feeling of constantly cutting prey.
He even jumped to a pillar beside the ring, bent down slightly in the face of the audience's cheers, and performed a gentlemanly manner, and cooperated with his bloody dagger, which was extremely cruel.
In the box No. 5, Chuntao's face turned pale.
She was a woman from the village who had never seen such a bloody scene.
Long Xiaoshan patted her back comfortably and said, "Taozi, close your eyes and stop looking. I didn't let you come."
Chuntao grabbed Long Xiaoshan's arm and hid behind him.
"Duan Hai can actually invite the killer of the Eye of Darkness," Wang Sihai frowned and said, "He is going to win this game."
The owner of the box No. 7 is Duan Hai, who is a big boss in Hechuan and his power is comparable to that of Wang Sihai.
"No, he is going to lose." Long Xiaoshan shook his head lightly.
Wang Sihai was stunned and said, "How is that possible? Although the Demon Mountain is very strong, it can't touch the poisonous sting at all. Look, he is losing too much blood now and his movement speed has obviously slowed down."
Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "No, Demon Mountain was not injured at all. Don't look at his blood all over. Those wounds are actually very shallow. He has been waiting for the opportunity. You can wait, and the results will come soon."
"Is that true?" Wang Sihai was half-believing and half-doubting.
On the ring, Poisonous Sword sneered: "Die."
He had already played enough and was ready to kill Demon Mountain completely.
The body turns into blue smoke!
A dagger pierced into the chest of Demon Mountain. This time he cut it into a stab. The dagger penetrated deeply into Demon Mountain's body. But just as he was about to pull out the dagger, the fat flesh on Demon Mountain suddenly became tense, as if it was steel.
At this time, Moshan's face was no longer the stupid look he had before, but showed ferociousness. When a fat man who was like a fool suddenly showed this expression, there was only one kind of feeling, that was horror.
The poisonous stinger didn't pull out the dagger, and his face changed.
As a killer, he knew he had been trapped.
Then just as he wanted to withdraw, the hand of the magic mountain with the big palm fan had already waved over and suddenly clamped the Poisonous Sprite's head.
Hold it hard!
Crack!
Many yellow and red liquid splashed out from the fingers of Demon Mountain...
The sound in the venue was silent for a moment.
The body of the stinger was soft and hanging down.
The Demon Mountain threw his body to the ground, and everyone who saw the stinger's head covered their mouths. Even though these audiences were cruel people, they still felt like they wanted to vomit when they saw that head.
The Demon Mountain, who threw away the poisonous sting, pulled out the dagger inserted into his chest, turned into a silly look and walked downstairs.
Seeing this flesh-and-blooded mountain walking towards him, the people on both sides couldn't help but retreat.
The people below the No. 8 box roared wildly, almost overturning the roof.
Inside room No. 1.
Zhou Yushan frowned and said, "This Demon Mountain is so powerful. Even the killer of the Dark Eye is not his opponent."
The middle-aged swordsman in white who was sitting next to him said lightly: "This person's flesh is just an appearance. He is actually a master of body refining. His body is the most powerful defense. The stinger's dagger cannot break his defense at all. What's more, a killer, who is best at hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to move, but he ran to the ring to play with people in front of him and just wanted to perish himself."
"Mr. Tang is sure to break the defense of this Demon Mountain?"
"He?" The middle-aged swordsman in white smiled faintly, with a proud look on his face: "A sword is enough!"
"I feel relieved if Mr. Tang said this."
Zhou Yushan's face calmed down.
He knew the identity of this white-clothed swordsman, who came from the Tang family in Tianfu.
Since the Tang family has come, this arena match is destined and no one can make waves.
The numbers on the big screen jumped again.
After a moment, numbers 11 and 4 pop up.
Room 4 is open.
A figure in black robe walked out, followed by a "person" with dark brown skin, brown eyes, and extremely stiff body.
It was exactly the Master Zhong that Long Xiaoshan had just met in the hall.
"So smelly!"
"What's the smell! It smells so bad, it looks like a dead person."
When Master Zhong walked down, people in the seats along the way covered their noses.
"Corpsy! This is the warlock in the capital!" The white-clothed swordsman in the No. 1 box frowned.
"What's the corpse refining?" Zhou Yushan asked.
"The one who follows the warlock is not a man, but a corpse refining, which is made by refining the dead with secret techniques."
"What." Even Zhou Yushan, who is the richest man in Hechuan and has an extraordinary demeanor, showed a hint of shock at this time. He could not have imagined that such things that only exist in novels and TV really exist in this world.
At this time, Master Zhong had already walked to the arena.
A one-eyed middle-aged man in the No. 11 box also jumped onto the ring.
Seeing Master Zhong bringing people up, he sneered, "Why, I'm still playing two against one."
There was also a burst of cheering sounds below.
Master Zhong sneered gloomy: "Kill you, my baby is enough."