Holding the cup of Bloody Mary, Mo Tian walked directly to the front of the avenue.
Behind him, Huang Shu looked at the glass of Bloody Mary placed on the ground, tears falling from his eyes.
"Brother! What's your name?" Huang Shu shouted towards Mo Tian.
"The single word is 'snow';" Mo Tian waved his hand.
Looking at Mo Tian, Huang Shu had a smile on his face.
"Brother Snow, thank you."
A bloody vortex appeared, and Mo Tian stepped directly into the vortex with Bloody Mary.
"Kill him!"
"That's it! Kill him to pieces!"
"God of death! God of death! God of death!"
Countless cheers rang in Mo Tian's ears.
Looking at the building in front of him where the voice came from, Mo Tian walked straight away.
Walking to the door, Mo Tian poured the cup of Bloody Mary into a blood basin outside the door.
"Sir, this is your ticket to enter this time. You can watch all the duels in the Shura Field today. If you want to watch continuously, you need to contribute a glass of Bloody Mary every day." A cold voice came from the darkness.
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Taking the red note handed to him, Mo Tian nodded and walked directly towards the Shura Field.
As soon as he entered the Shura field, Mo Tian smelled a strong smell of blood.
Sitting silently at the back of the Shura Field Stand, Mo Tian stared at the circular arena in the middle of the Shura Field.
At this time, there were countless corpses on the ring, and only two people were confronting each other.
One of them wore a mask and held a long sword dripping with blood.
From his appearance, Mo Tian could tell that he had not suffered much damage in this battle. His aura was very stable, and the energy around his body was also extremely stable.
But the other person is not like this.
His right arm was severed. In order to prevent the blood from flowing out, he tied his severed arm tightly with an iron wire.
His face was covered with blood, whether it was his or the enemy's.
The remaining left hand holds a broken blade.
There was blood dripping from his left hand.
His body was already shaky and he was about to collapse.
The energy around his body was also very chaotic, and he relied on the broken blade to support his body.
The man was breathing heavily and looking at the masked man in front of him with cold eyes.
"The God of Death, why bother with a dying man? Just kill him!"
"God of Death, I made you two Bloody Marys. What's there to waste on such a dying man? Kill him!"
Countless cheers rang out in the stands of Shura Field.
Looking at the fanatical warriors beside him, Mo Tian frowned.
Sure enough, this Shura Field is a place without any emotions, except for killing, just killing.
Here, they take pleasure in killing and take pride in blood.
The masked warrior was obviously much stronger than the other person, but Mo Tian was a little confused as to why he didn't take action.
"God of Death! Kill him! Cut off his head!"
A warrior next to Mo Tian roared at the top of his lungs.
Looking at the other corpses on the ring, Mo Tian discovered that those corpses were all without heads.
And their heads were not chopped off, but directly exploded.
The bloody brains in the ring were the result of their heads exploding.
On the ring, the warrior opposite the masked warrior was trembling all over, and he could not hold the broken blade in his hand.
"Kill me! Don't torture me! Give me death if you dare! What does that mean?" The warrior couldn't stand the pressure in his heart caused by the masked warrior's delay in moving and couldn't help shouting.
Facing the warrior's roar, the masked man did not make any movement and still stood there quietly.
"Ah!" Unable to bear this kind of inner torture any longer, the warrior directly raised the broken blade and slashed towards the masked man.
There was a flash of cold light, and the warrior fell to the ground.
The head was cut off and flew out.
With a single move of the long sword, the flying head exploded and turned into pieces.
Seeing the death of the last person, the masked man didn't have much reaction.
Looking at the ninety-nine corpses on the ring, the masked man took out a clean cloth from the ring and wiped the blood off the sword blade.
The bloodstained cloth was thrown directly onto the ring by him.
At this time, a black figure suddenly appeared on the ring. Looking at the corpse on the ring, the black figure nodded.
"The God of Killing, successfully killed ninety-nine people, and was promoted to the seventh level of Yellow Level."
Throwing a token in his hand, the masked man took it and threw his sixth-level yellow token to the black shadow.
After a moment of pause, the black shadow made a hoarse voice.
"The God of Death, do you want to fight again?"
"Oh ho!"
"One more fight! One more fight!"
"God of Killing, massacre all yellow-level Shura fields!"
The Shura Field stands that had just been quiet were once again filled with excitement.
In the corner, Mo Tian looked at the masked warrior known as the God of Death. For some reason, he felt that this figure was somewhat familiar.
However, because of the mask, Mo Tian could not be sure who this figure belonged to.
He stared at this god of death but didn't realize that this god of death was also watching him silently.
Because the light in the Shura Field was very dim, Mo Tian could not clearly see the eyes under the mask of the God of Death.
The cold eyes under the mask showed no emotion, just silently looking at Mo Tian sitting in the corner of the stand.
"The God of Death, do you want to fight again?"
The black shadow asked again.
After waving his hand, the God of Death said, "That's enough, go back and rest."
After saying that, he walked directly off the ring and walked towards the outside of the Shura Field.
Watching the God of Death leave, the warriors in the stands also showed unhappy expressions.
The slaughter of the God of Death was so enjoyable that they didn't even get enough of it. They were also a little dissatisfied that the God of Death suddenly left.
Dissatisfaction turned into dissatisfaction, the following duel was also very exciting, and they did not continue to care about the departure of the God of Death.
I saw a few dark figures appearing under the ring and came on stage to quickly clean up the corpses. They did not clean up the blood stains, but simply moved all the corpses away, and then prepared to start the next duel.
A black screen appeared, and a hundred figures appeared on the circular ring.
As soon as those people appeared, they looked at the warriors around them with vigilance.
When you set foot on the Shura Field, the remaining ninety-nine people will be your opponents. They are not ordinary martial arts, this is a competition where your life is on the line. In the Shura Field, there is only life and death!
"Yellow level five Shura fight begins!"
A cold voice sounded in the sky above Shura Field.
Hearing this sound, those warriors who had been preparing for a long time broke out in an instant.
Countless screams and roars sounded from the circular arena.
Blood was constantly sprayed, and the arena that was already stained with blood became even more bloody.
Watching a hundred people fighting, Mo Tian's eyes showed no signs of wavering.
At the end of the scene, the last person was covered in blood and bruised.
He stood with difficulty leaning on his soldiers, with a smile on his face.
The black shadow appeared again, gave him a token representing his advancement to the next level, and asked him if he wanted to continue.
After receiving a negative answer, the surviving person staggered away.
Once one session ends, the next session begins after simple processing.
Silently watching the killings in the Shura Field, the masked man who was called the God of Death appeared in Mo Tian's mind.