Nine Stars Killer Chapter 397: Ye Feng goes to battle

The stimulation of blood is not only the gladiator of the royal family of Dia, but also stimulates everyone watching. . .

Ye Feng watched quietly, every movement couldn't avoid Ye Feng's divine sense, his spirit power had already reached the peak of the early stage of the fairy martial realm, approaching the middle stage.

A distance of several kilometers is under control, and I was deeply surprised by the powerful flesh of the gladiator from the Dia royal family.

The fourth gladiator didn't have any expressions. When he walked into the field, he chose another way, wrestling, and rushed directly up to hug the gladiator of the Dia royal family.

Sure enough, the situation has changed. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, entangled with each other, their fists were like falling rain, hitting each other with a crisp bang.

This situation continued for several breathing times, and the scene fell to a standstill. The two gladiators suddenly stopped moving, and no one knew what had happened.

Waiting for a few breaths, one of them stood up, while the other remained motionless, seemingly dead.

"Roar!"

It was the gladiator of the royal family of Dia who stood up. Seeing that his hands were stained with blood, looking towards the ground, the face of the gladiator of the royal family of Persia had been distorted, and his face was blown with a punch.

The people at the scene became numb, and even forgot to shout, quietly watching this murderous madman.

The fifth person...

The sixth man...

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The tenth man

The fifteenth person

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Death one by one, leaving only the last three of the twenty gladiators, who are also the strongest gladiators.

The arena has long been covered in blood, and the gladiator of the royal family of Dia has cut seventeen people in a row. This has completely subverted the royal family of Persia and is totally unacceptable. This is a demon, not a human.

Now everyone is beginning to wonder, are the last three gladiators really capable of turning the tide?

The iron fence continued to rise, and the eighteenth gladiator appeared. The oval-shaped arena was full of blood stains. Some people were beaten through their stomachs, some were beaten to their heads, and some were broken off hands and feet, lying on the ground. Up wailing.

A purgatory on earth!

Haier's face was expressionless and seemed to be completely numb. Only the prince Dia was drinking tea leisurely, with Erlang's legs upright, very comfortable.

"Uncle Hai, my gladiator is okay, not inferior to the Persian royal family, but the Persian royal family. It is a pity that we can't come up with a gladiator that can compete with our Dia royal family. This is not a level at all. Contest!"

The prince Dia has a sarcastic tone!

"Huh!"

Hai Wuya let out a cold snort, stretched out his hand, and walked out from behind a man wearing a golden armor. It was the general who had just entered the cage and talked to twenty gladiators.

"Is there a way to defeat this gladiator!"

Hai Wuya spoke to the general.

"It is very difficult to return to the emperor. It is estimated that the remaining three are also sent to death for nothing!"

This man in golden armor showed a look of helplessness. In a blink of an eye, the eighteenth gladiator died.

"Do you really want to marry Haier to the royal family of Dia!" Hai Wuya showed a vicissitudes of smile.

"You will do everything possible for me, and find me a few gladiators. You must never let the royal family of Dia win this duel!"

Hai Wuya showed a fierce look and transmitted his voice again.

"The lord, there is not much time left for us now. It is impossible to find a gladiator. Time is too late. There is still one person in the prison. It is estimated that he will die!"

The man in the golden armor didn't know Ye Feng's identity. Ye Feng was imprisoned here and mistakenly thought that Ye Feng was a gladiator.

"No matter who it is, pull it out for me. As long as I can defeat the Dia royal family, I can agree to any request. Even if I can't overcome it, I will have to delay time."

Hai Wuya didn't consider other things, as long as there were some people, it was necessary to delay time and find a stronger gladiator.

"Subordinates do it now!"

The man in armor left, and after a cup of tea, returned to the basement.

And the nineteenth gladiator was declared dead. Only one of the 20 gladiators of the Persian royal family was left standing quietly in front of the iron fence. He witnessed all this with his own eyes. A total of nineteen people died in front of him. .

"Open the door!"

The armored man went back and forth, opened Ye Feng's prison door directly, and walked in.

"I don't care who you are, now you have to fight for me, defeat the opponent, you will be free, and you can even get a lot of rewards, don't fight, just kill!"

After speaking, the man in armor drew out his sword and pointed at Ye Feng. If Ye Feng refused, he would probably kill Ye Feng directly.

"Forget the benefits, if I win, as long as I can be free!"

Facing the long sword of the armored man, Ye Feng flicked his fingers and said nonchalantly.

"Come out, let me tell you the rules, gladiators are not allowed to use martial arts, and are not allowed to kick the yin..."

The man in armor said some rules again. In fact, it was a form of walking away. He never thought that Ye Feng could win. He just refilled the count and made time for himself.

The basement is dark and damp. Ye Feng would be very happy if he could change the place. As long as he was in the Persian royal family, Heila would have nothing to do with him.

"Go, it will be your turn in a while!"

The armored man didn't talk nonsense, and walked towards the entrance with Ye Feng.

The more you go forward, the deafening cry can clearly pass into Ye Feng's ears, and the blood in his body begins to boil, especially the five drops of Shura blood, as if he has received a certain summon, and he throbs with excitement.

Ye Feng was taken aback, and Shura's blood seemed to have encountered his companion.

Sent Ye Feng to the iron fence, the armored man left, Ye Feng looked at the fierce battle in the field, and the blood riots in the body became more and more intense.

"It turns out that the body of the gladiator from the Dia royal family has been transformed by Shura's essence and blood, and his body is so powerful!"

Ye Feng said secretly.

The armored man returned to the high platform and talked with Hai Wuya gently.

After a fierce fight, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family was seriously injured and finally hurt the gladiator of the Dia royal family, leaving a long hole in his chest with blood flowing.

"Roar!"

The gladiators of the Dia royal family were completely enraged and killed 19 people in a row. They were very exhausted and panting like cows. They stared at the Persian gladiator not far away.

I wiped the blood flowing out of my chest, licked it on my mouth, a strong smell of blood came out.

Ye Feng frowned slightly. The Gladiator of the Dia royal family was simply not a human being, without feelings, but a killing machine, taking pleasure in killing.

Taking advantage of the time when the opponent was breathing, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family shot, the fist was like a violent wind, and it hit the head of the royal gladiator of Dia.

Quick!

Quite fast, if this punch, the gladiator of the Dia royal family must be crushed to death.

Many people stood up, stretched their necks into the arena, and witnessed the death of the gladiators of the royal family of Dia.

As long as you are from Persia, your heart is mentioned in your throat. If you win, the princess will naturally not have to marry Dia.

Hai Wuya clenched his fists, watching his fists get closer and closer, wishing he could personally contribute to the flames and blast the Dia Gladiator.

And the gladiator from the Dia royal family turned a blind eye, watching his fist magnify in his eyes little by little, without intending to make a move.

One meter!

Three feet!

Two feet!

One foot!

Get closer, and both parties can even smell the other's violent gasping, and a strong smell of blood emanates from each other.

Thirty centimeters, twenty centimeters, and ten centimeters, only one punch away from the head of the gladiator from the Dia royal family.

Everyone waited quietly to see how this punch exploded the head of the royal gladiator of Dia.

"Shit!"

An imperceptible voice appeared, and the gladiator from the Dia royal family raised his right hand like a hoop curse, and tightly grasped the fist that was only an inch away from his front door.

This moment!

Time seemed to stand still. No one thought that the Dia Gladiator would fight against 19 people in a row. With such strength, he could easily hold the right fist of the Persian Royal Gladiator.

"Weak!"

The Dia Gladiator made a hoarse voice, did not rush to make a move, his eyes swept around, everyone closed their mouths, and the whole arena instantly calmed down.

"Crack!"

The fist of the Dia Gladiator suddenly pressed hard, crushing the fist of the Persian Royal Gladiator, and made a crisp click.

"Ah!"

The gladiator let out a scream, and his bones were squeezed alive.

The scene was silent, no one thought it would end like this, and the last person could not defeat the opponent.

What is even more unacceptable is that the gladiators of the Dia royal family severely tortured the Persian gladiators in front of the people of Persia, which is a national shame.

Soon, countless voices of indignation and condemnation appeared, accusing Dia's royal family of cruelty.

Faced with the condemnation from all around, the prince Dia turned a blind eye and enjoyed himself very much. He felt comfortable seeing his gladiator beheaded all the way.

"Ah!"

With another scream, the royal family of Dia crushed the left hand of the Persian gladiator.

"Enough!"

Hai Wuya let out a roar.

The Grand Prince Dia waved his hand, and the Dia Gladiator below saw it, swiping his right fist, hitting the face of the last gladiator, and knocking his entire head away.

Even the screams were heard in the future, and the last gladiator knelt in front of the Dia gladiator.

Quiet!

The scene is silent!

"Uncle Hai, do you have any gladiators for the Persian royal family? If you don't, today's duel will even be won by the Dia royal family!"

Prince Dia spoke at this time.

"Don't be too proud of you too early, of course our Persian royal family has powerful gladiators!"

Hai Wuya didn't speak this time, but the golden armor general beside him.

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~ Then I will wait and see!"

The prince Dia has a humble appearance. He has already found out the details of the Persian royal family. There are only twenty powerful gladiators.

The iron fence slowly rises, and Ye Feng suddenly feels a dazzling sunlight hitting his eyes, which is very uncomfortable.

Anyone who has been locked up in a dark basement for a day and night, suddenly encounters strong light will not adapt.

After a short time of adapting, Ye Feng walked out of the passage, looked at the meat everywhere, and shook his head. In this way, twenty people lay here forever.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the people on stage, Prince Dia burst out laughing.

"Uncle Hai, you won't be a silly refill, find such a man to be a gladiator!"

Ye Feng's figure is not burly, very well-proportioned, without steel-like muscles, but the bulge is definitely not recessed. ()