Qiao Ye's ferocity shocked everyone, but soon made everyone even angrier.
It's just a shame that it's just one person, but it scares so many people.
"Come together!" Someone gritted his teeth and said: "There are so many of us, how can we be afraid of him? Let's behead him first, and then we will decide whose head it is!"
These words attracted responses from many people. In their opinion, the reason why Qiao Ye killed one person first was not because Qiao Ye was strong enough, but because everyone was not united and each had their own ideas and wanted to snatch Qiao Ye's head.
It just gave Qiao Ye an opportunity to take advantage of!
Almost instantly, people jumped up from all sides of Qiao Ye and attacked Qiao Ye at the same time.
"Martial spirit, the moon of mid-spring!"
"Martial Spirit, Five Elements Golden Arms!"
"Martial spirit, evil spirit eyes!"
Above the arena, a spring rain suddenly drifted over. The rain in the sky was filled with a hint of coldness, and turned into water swords, hanging upside down above Qiao Ye's head.
Under the spring rain, the sound of gold and silver swords suddenly appeared, and the intention of killing flowed, making people feel like they were on the battlefield. Then, one by one, the transformed soldiers with golden light all over their bodies appeared and began to move towards Qiao Qiao.
Charge in formation in the direction of Ye!
And above Qiao Ye's head, a strong smell of blood appeared. The next moment, the space seemed to split open, tearing out a crack in the void. Then a black eye dropped from the sky, and a blood-colored eyeball kept turning, and then
Blood-red beams of light shot out continuously, shooting down in the direction of Qiao Ye.
Boom, boom, boom...
Several kinds of martial spirits attacked Qiao Ye at the same time, which was earth-shattering. The arena was shattered inch by inch. If there were not formation guards around the arena, the arena would have disappeared in an instant, and even the people watching the battle would have been affected.
The dust begins to spread!
Someone lowered his lips and said, "This kid is probably going to be blown to ashes, but who is the one who killed him?"
"Of course it's me!" A young man in red military uniform said: "My evil demon pupil attacked last, so of course I was the one who killed it!"
"Fart!" someone roared angrily: "Before you attacked, I had already killed that kid!"
There was a dispute in the arena, which was about the ownership of four precious phantoms!
But at this time...
"Why argue!" Qiao Ye's voice sounded faintly: "None of you can get it anyway!"
The sound of the argument suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at the scattered sand. Qiao Ye stepped out of the sand and walked out. The only change was that he had a jet black armor on his body, and black smoke was lingering, looking extremely evil.
different!
Since Qiao Ye is still alive, the argument about who killed him is naturally meaningless. Everyone immediately surrounded Qiao Ye again.
Qiao Ye licked the corner of her mouth and said, "There are more than thirty people, which is indeed a lot."
"What? Are you afraid now?" Someone sneered: "Unfortunately, it's too late!"
"No!" Qiao Ye curled up her lips and said, "What I mean is, let's get rid of the guys here who are not qualified to participate in this battle first!"
boom!
Qiao Ye stretched out his hand, stabbed the black halberd towards the ground, and then stretched out his palm.
Tick, tick...
Bright red blood beads seeped out of Qiao Ye's fingertips, dripping continuously to the ground.
The next moment, the blood that had been spilled on the ground due to the battle seemed to be boiling, and blood bubbles continued to pour out.
"Hundred Battles Blood Technique!" Qiao Ye said with a ferocious smile: "Puncture!"
Suddenly, the arena trembled, and then a bluestone brick suddenly shattered, and a bloody spike penetrated from the ground, piercing a person's body from behind.
The man didn't even have a chance to react. A bloody hole was opened in his chest. He was even thrown into the air and hung on the sharp spikes pierced out from the side.
"You defeated a warrior at the sixth level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 9100 points."
Everyone was shocked. The attack came too suddenly, and there was blood dripping from the hanging corpse.
The moment the blood hit the ground, it quickly seeped into the ring and disappeared, and then...
Boom, boom, boom!
On the trembling arena, bricks were broken one by one, and then, densely packed with bloody thorns, they continued to pierce out and spread out in all directions!
Someone jumped up quickly, but in mid-air, the sound of broken bricks was heard from behind again, and a canopy of five or six blood thorns stabbed out at the same time, heading towards the opponent's back.
The man's expression changed with shock, and at the same time he was a little lucky. His martial spirit was a huge ghost-headed shield, which was a defensive type, but...
Boom!
At the moment when the man was about to defend himself, blood-colored spikes rose up from the surrounding smoke, directly destroying the martial spirit.
puff!
The next moment, blood-colored spikes penetrated the body, penetrating the man's body and hanging him in the air.
"You defeated a warrior at the seventh level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 9600 points."
There were too many bloody spikes and they were too dense. They were constantly breaking out of the ground and seemed to be able to track them. No matter how they dodge, they would pursue and attack from all directions.
and……
As there are more and more corpses and more and more blood flows, the bloody spikes appear faster and faster, and the speed of advancement is also getting faster and faster. In fact, the bloody spikes were only about three meters long at first.
Roots, and now, each bloody spike has grown to one five meters away!
The demon's dazzling black smoke constantly attacks the opponent's martial spirit, and the dense blood-colored spikes are...
kill!
Puff puff……
The sound of tearing flesh and blood appeared again, piercing the bodies of the three people, and then hanging the bodies high.
"You defeated a warrior at the seventh level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 9600 points."
"You defeated a warrior at the sixth level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 9000 points."
"You defeated a warrior at the sixth level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 9100 points."
…
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and it is so pungent that it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable. The dripping blood hits the ground, making crisp sounds.
The arena was completely shrouded in bloody spikes, covering almost every corner of the arena. On those bloody spikes, corpses were hung one by one. For just a short moment, those who participated in the battle
That’s two-thirds less!
Qiao Ye spread his hands and chuckled: "Those who are not qualified to participate in the battle have been eliminated. As for the rest..."
Qiao Ye licked the corner of her mouth, feeling the taste of blood.