"Have you heard? Shura directly told the Yellow-level Shura field that no one dared to sign up for eight hours. Now the Yellow-level Shura field directly summoned ninety-nine Yellow-level eighth-level and ninety-nine Yellow-level ninth-level people in order to respond.
The warriors enter the Shura field together and engage in a Shura fight with him!" A warrior on the Huang-level Avenue exclaimed.
"Really?" All the surrounding warriors gathered around him.
The warrior standing in the middle hurriedly said: "If you don't believe it, go to the Shura field now. All the ninth-level Huang-level warriors have gathered, and the number of eighth-level Huang-level warriors has almost reached ninety-nine. Today's Huang level
The Super Shura Field will definitely become unstable."
"What is the origin of this Shura?" a warrior asked in shock.
"Eight Shura fights were resolved in fifteen minutes. All 792 people were killed by Shura alone. If all the warriors of the eighth level of the yellow class and the warriors of the ninth level of the yellow class were killed by Shura, then the legendary person who broke the
The record you set will be broken by Shura!"
"Now, he has broken a record, which is the eight Shura fights in fifteen minutes that I just mentioned!" the warrior said.
"Are you sure? Fifteen minutes, eight Shura fights? Don't exaggerate!" A strong, scarred warrior said coldly.
"If you don't believe me, go to the Shura Field by yourself. I guess the seats in the stands of the Shura Field are all gone now." Looking at the scarred warrior, the man's voice unconsciously became lower.
"Hmph! Just watch, if you lie to me, I will sacrifice my sword to you today!" After saying that, the scarred warrior directly called out of the Shura field and walked towards the whirlpool.
Watching the scarred warrior leave, the other warriors looked at each other.
At the end, the God of Death watched all this silently, with cold eyes showing in his eyes only exposed by the mask.
"Bachang, how can you withstand such murderous intent?" The God of Death secretly thought in his heart.
Shura field.
At this time, the Shura Field has become extremely lively. Countless warriors crowded at the entrance of the Shura Field, with a cup of Bloody Mary in their hands.
They have been waiting here for a long time to witness this battle.
At the edge of the entrance, the warriors stood silently, and in front of them stood a dark figure.
That is the management staff of Shura Field.
Looking at these warriors, the black shadow said: "You should know the purpose of calling you here today, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"There are no other requirements. As long as you can kill Shura, you will be directly promoted to the next level. In other words, in this battle, you are not trying to keep yourself alive, but to kill Shura together!"
"Is this Shura really that strong?" A ninth-level yellow warrior asked with some confusion.
"By the way, let me tell you first, there is only one move he has displayed right now, which is a bloody tornado." Black Shadow said in a condensed voice.
"After the bloody tornado, everyone except Shura disappeared, leaving nothing behind, so you have to be careful."
"By the way, according to the rules of the Shura field, shouldn't one person be left alone in the end? Now that there are so many of us just to kill one person, will this be bullying the less with more?" A yellow-level eighth-level warrior asked doubtfully
.
"Xiao Xiao, you are already an eighth-level yellow-level warrior. Don't you know how to survive in Shura Prison? I'm very curious about how you got to this level." A ninth-level yellow-level warrior looked at it with disdain.
He glanced at the warrior.
"This is the fastest way for you to advance to the next level. The target is Shura, and the rest is up to you." Black Shadow said coldly.
"Follow me now." With a wave of his hand, the black shadow led the warriors toward the Shura field.
At the entrance, those warriors entered the Shura field, and the audience became even more crazy.
"Hurry up! Why is there such a stain on the front!" The people at the back couldn't help but cursed.
"If I don't see anyone in front of me in this battle, I will sacrifice my sword!" The scarred man couldn't help roaring.
The warrior in front turned around and saw the scarred man holding a glass of Bloody Mary and glaring at the people in front of him.
Looking at him, everyone couldn't help but give way.
"Yellow Level 9, Berserker." One person couldn't help but say.
This scarred man is a madman and has no sense when fighting.
He rushed up to the ninth level of yellow level one level at a time, although his battles lasted for a long time.
However, every battle is very thrilling, and every battle is enjoyable to watch.
He was like a madman who was killing people in the Shura Field, especially when he entered a state of madness, no one could restrain him.
These scars on his body were all left in the Shura Dou.
Facing such a ruthless man, these warriors were still unwilling to provoke him.
Looking at the warriors who gave way, the Berserker smiled coldly: "You still have some brains."
Holding the Bloody Mary, the Berserker strutted towards the entrance.
Just when the Berserker was about to pour the Bloody Mary in the cup into a large cup, a cold voice came from behind him.
"I'd like to lend you Bloody Mary, thank you very much."
"Who are you to dare to talk to me like this?" The Berserker roared without looking back.
"Then it's not up to you."
There was a flash of cold light, and the berserker covered his neck in disbelief, his eyes exploding.
The Bloody Mary in his hand also fell towards the ground.
"Can't waste it." The voice sounded again. He reached out and took the Bloody Mary that was about to fall to the ground. Not a drop of blood in the cup was spilled.
"The God of Death!" The person behind looked at the man wearing the mask and exclaimed.
"Thank you." He poured the Bloody Mary in the cup into the big cup and walked towards the Shura Field.
Lying on the ground, the Berserker's face turned pale, and his body gradually became stiff.
He never expected that someone would dare to suddenly take action against him, nor did he expect that the person who took action was the God of Killer who became famous in the yellow-level Shura field.
In the Shura Arena, Mo Tian silently watched the warriors standing on the gladiatorial stage one after another.
He has been thinking about the bloody tornado.
Why don't those warriors know where their bloody tornadoes come from? They don't have the slightest breath of energy or any mental fluctuations.
Because! This bloody tornado comes from Mo Tian’s own blood!
This bloody tornado can be said to be Mo Tian's blood tornado.
Use your own Jinglong Sword Bone to cooperate with the demonic energy in your body to convert your own demonic energy into the power of qi and blood.
Mo Tian's demonic energy has just awakened. Although it is not very lethal, with the transformation of the Jinglong Sword Bone, it is more than enough to kill warriors below the Zhandan realm.
However, if faced with a warrior in the Battle Dan Realm, his own Qi and Blood Tornado would not have much lethality.
Now Mo Tian wants to think about how to make this Qi and Blood Tornado stronger.
His own Qi and Blood Tornado was not so powerful that it could directly kill them, but Mo Tian was ready to give it a try.
If Yuanli and demonic energy are mixed, and the qi and blood are fused with the Jinglong sword bone, what kind of power will it produce?
His eyes narrowed, and the corner of Mo Tian's mouth raised under the mask.
"This kind of mixed tornado can actually make some big noises."