Peerless Martial God Chapter 142: Crazy anger

This military character slave seal crisscrossed the face of this slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, making him beyond recognition and unable to distinguish his original appearance.

Coupled with the messy hair and shackles on the body, the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, with a suffocated air, looked very stingy.

However, his black eyes are extremely sharp, and the eyesight alone makes people tremble.

"It's so cold!"

crowd Seeing those eyes, the heart trembled, the slaves Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator in the prison are all some slaves Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, all day long on the edge of life and death, very powerful, if you can use it for yourself, it is very Yes, therefore, every time there is a slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator from the prison in the auction field, it will definitely cause a scramble.

Lin Feng is a frown, a cruel means. I do n’t know where these slaves came from, but I still have to imprint a slave on my face. The whole person is beyond recognition. Even if I escape, I wo n’t be able to be dignified. Now, I can only live in darkness.

"This slave, Ling Qi Layer Third Layer cultivation, has a record of sixteen wins. The prisoner, if he wins in the same realm, rewards Twenty Zhongpin Yuanshi. As for the prisoner under Ling Qi Layer Third Layer cultivation, he wins 100 Zhongpin Yuanshi . "

The old man who led the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator into the arena said, letting everyone's eyes freeze, the sixteen-victory slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator wins twelve games less than the Scorpion Tiger, but if the captive wins, the reward is It is the same. From here, it can be seen that the people in the prison are more confident about the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator than the scorpion tiger.

"Bai Ze, Ling Qi Layer Third Layer cultivation, like you."

At this time, the young man in yellow not far behind Lin Feng said to Bai Ze, let Bai Ze eyesight freeze, groan for a moment, then nodded: "I'm going."

"Okay." There was a smile on the young man's face, and when Bai Ze stood up, he reached the stairs, stepped over, reached outside the cage, and nodded slightly towards the old man.

The old man saw Bai Ze frown slightly and said, "This slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator is very powerful. Are you sure you want to conduct a prison fight?"

"Yes." Bai Ze nodded affirmatively, so the old man let Bai Ze step into the prison.

"Hum."

Above the stands, Wen Aoxue snorted, seemingly unhappy.

Lin Feng is also a bit strange. The old man even reminded Bai Ze that when he entered the prison like a prisoner with the scorpion tiger, no one reminded him that the scorpion tiger was very powerful.

"Lin Feng, that slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, is going to be unlucky."

Wen Aoxue said, letting Lin Feng look at him strangely, and asked: "How can I see his strength, I have seen it, nothing special, I think he is not necessarily the opponent of this slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator."

"Baise is almost impossible to win, but do you know who is in charge of this battlefield?"

Wen Aoxue said again, letting Lin Feng eyesight freeze, looked at Wen Aoxue in amazement.

"The Baidu family is in charge of the current battlefield, Correct Baize's family."

Wen Aoxue said indifferently, letting Lin Feng eyesight tremble, no wonder the old man would remind Bai Ze, this is the case, here, it is actually Bai Ze's family responsible.

"There are so many pairs of eyes in the prison, if Bai Ze's strength is inferior, can they still do nothing?"

"Oh, you look down on these nobles too much. They always focus on purpose and don't look at the process." Wen Aoxue smiled lightly, looking at his chest.

At this moment, the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator saw Bai Ze come in, and immediately released a radon gas from his body, very cold.

The fluffy hair was slightly blocked by the eyes, and it was cold and biting, which made Bai Ze's heart slightly tremble.

"Dead!"

The slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator spit out a cold character. His body flew towards Bai Ze directly. Everyone who entered the arena was coming to kill him, either Bai Ze died, or he died.

The iron chain that locked him suddenly danced in the air, like a poisonous snake spear, with a whistling sound, stabbed at Bai Ze.

"So fast."

Bai Ze saw that the iron chain stabbed instantly, and his body avoided it. At the same time, a strong wind blew, and Bai Ze became extremely light and moved with the wind.

"Hurricane Battle Spirit."

Lin Feng saw a hurricane ghost appearing behind Bai Ze, whispered, the last time, Bai Ze was extremely proud, and said how genius he was, but in the end, he did n’t even catch Lin Feng with a finger, even Battle Spirit was too late. Released, that slap in the face, very loud.

However, under the age of eighteen years old, if you put it in many other places, even in Yun Hai Sect, you can be considered a genius, but here is Emperor city, a place where geniuses gather. There are many good people, so geniuses are not called geniuses.

The slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator didn't even look at Bai Ze, his eyes were still so deep and bleak, the chain in his hand trembled slightly, and he swept out, the space whistling.

"Good bully."

Shirasawa eyesight trembled, dared not connect hard, and the body was retreats again. At this time, a slightly illusive vine appeared quietly, instantly entangled Shirasawa's body, chained, and turned into spear , Stab directly towards the heart of Bai Ze.

There isn't a superfluous move.

Bai Ze's pupils contracted for a while, his body struggled, his palms trembled violently, and a hurricane with a killing spirit rolled towards the chains, and the dust was all over the sky.

But at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt an immense amount of Intent coming from the vine, which moved his body and made him flutter forward, while the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator was rely on Bai Ze's body, A perfect arc was drawn, and it appeared directly in the side direction of Bai Ze, the chain spear, which came assault.

"powerful."

A sound of exclamation was heard from the stands. The slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator had too much control. Every movement seemed to be calculated, fast, capable, and killing.

As for Lin Feng, his brows frowned tightly. It was vine Battle Spirit. He had seen this kind of Battle Spirit. Han Man's friend, Po Jun, had this Battle Spirit.

"Breaking army, army, slave!"

Lin Feng's eyesight flickered is uncertain, can it be a coincidence to stare at the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator? The other party just has the same Battle Spirit and is named after the military character?

"Bash!"

In the battlefield, Bai Ze hurriedly resisted, but where could he stop the impact of the spear chain, his chest was hit hard, and his body flew out.

The slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator's body trembled, with a chain spear, straight at Shirasawa. Only by killing the opponent can the prison be over and he can't die.

"Stop it."

At this moment, a loud drinking voice came out, making the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator's body stiffen, and stopped, and sharp eyesight looked at the old man who came.

"This battle ends here."

The old man said indifferently, let eyesight of crowd freeze, so far?

Like the battlefield, only the death of one side is considered to be over. This is the rule of the battlefield. How can this end?

"It seems that this prisoner has a close relationship with the old man!"

crowd remembered that the old man reminded Bai Ze just now that he couldn't help but guess, this was the only possibility.

"The prison is not over yet, how can it stop there."

A husky voice came out of slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator's mouth, staring at the old man.

The old man raised a brow, and then there was a gloom in his eyes, a slave, dare to refute him?

"Since you're going to fight, then I'll do it for you." The old man smiled grimly, and shouted, "Come into the beast."

The old man's voice dropped. At the other hole in the cage, a middle-aged man appeared slowly in the eyes of crowd.

What makes crowd eyesight solidify is that this middle-aged man appears to be riding on a figure who has hands and feet, and is actually a human, but he uses both hands and feet to crawl It came out, and his limbs and throat were fastened with iron locks, and the other end of the chain was held in the palm of the middle age.

"Army, among the many slaves, you are the hardest to tame except the brutal beast, and now you have also seen that this is the end of the brute, already is tamed as a beast. Today, I want you to be brutal Prisoner, winners live, losers, die! "

The old man said murmurously, I saw the army's eyesight staring at him coldly at this time, as if to swallow him, but he wanted him to fight duel, these beasts!

The man lying on the ground heard this and raised his head. eyesight, like a beast, stared at the old man, very vicious.

Seeing the barbarian with his head raised, above the stand, where the Lin Feng is, an extremely cold spirit is spreading wildly!

ps: One more head, thank you for your reward!