The new era of chaos begins in the Song Dynasty

Chapter 393 Bloody Arena

The physique of the barbaric celestial beings is very strong. They are not as thin as the celestial beings of the Shenhou clan. Because of the extremely cold environment, almost all of the barbaric celestial beings have a relatively obvious layer of fat, which makes them look relatively sturdy.

Just like this wild celestial being who is fighting, his limbs are very strong, his strength is as great as that of a bear or a tiger, and his agility is greater than that of a leopard. Every attack he makes is as fierce as thunder.

The weapon he used was a wooden-handled nail-headed club, the nails inlaid on the club were the tusks of some wild beasts.

Even so, this simple weapon still unleashed great power in the hands of the barbarian.

Although the opponent, the Minotaur, was covered in muscles and much larger than the Savage Celestial, its absolute strength was slightly inferior, and its agility and reaction were much worse. Therefore, it had to hold the wheel axe in both hands to resist and retreat step by step in embarrassment.

This battle did not last too long. The War Minotaur blocked 19 heavy blows from the Savage Heavenly Man, retreated eleven steps, and was finally broken into. He was hit hard on the forehead and died with his peach blossoms blooming.

The body of the War Minotaur was thrown into the cage where the winning celestial being was originally located by several War Blood Monsters with a smile. This was the food reward for the winner.

However, the victorious Savage Celestial did not get the chance to enjoy the reward, because another War Blood Cultist had already pounced on him wielding a beheading sword.

This is a humanoid guy with a single horn on his head and a lion's tail. He has a slender body and looks like a very agile guy.

As the War Minotaur's body was dragged away, it began to circle around the victorious Savage Skyman.

When it turned to the blind spot of the Savage Celestial Being's vision, the One-Horned Lion-Tailed Blood Disciple suddenly jumped up, and the beheading sword in his hand turned into a beam of blood light and slashed towards the Celestial Being's neck.

The reaction of the barbarian celestial being was not slow. He leaned over to dodge almost at the same time and swung the spiked stick to hit behind him.

The beheading sword missed, and the spiked club did not hit the target either. When the spiked club approached, the unicorn-lion-tailed blood disciple tilted his body, causing the fangs on the top of the club to get stuck in his side, tearing a bloody wound half an inch deep.

The blood disciple couldn't help but howl, but he continued to swing his sword and slash regardless.

The weapons of both sides finally collided.

Accompanied by a dull "bang bang" sound, the barbarian's spiked club blocked five times and then was actually chopped off.

The celestial being, whose weapon was damaged, eventually lost the ability to continue resisting. He was knocked down by the blood disciple with a sword and his head was chopped off.

After Tianren was killed, the gray-haired little guys in his cage all let out desperate howls and fell to the ground in the snow one by one, as if they were waiting for the verdict of their fate.

However, the war bloods ignored these little guys. They continued to select celestial beings from other cages and then fought them one by one.

Before Ergou was chosen, four barbarian celestial beings participated in the duel. They killed eleven blood disciples. Of course, in the end they all died at the hands of the war blood disciples who participated in the duel.

There is also a celestial being in the cage where Ergou is, but this guy seems to be injured and is in a coma, so he naturally cannot participate in the duel.

So Ergou became the chosen duelist.

Of course, Ergou can also refuse to participate in the duel, but the price is that everyone in his cage will be killed on the spot.

Before this, there was a savage celestial being in a cage. I don’t know if it was because he was injured or something, but when he was chosen, he refused to participate in the duel. Then eight war bloods rushed into the cage and crazily slaughtered all the creatures inside.

This is also the reason why more barbarians agree to play the duel game with the war blood disciples even though they know they will die.

Either die in a one-on-one duel with the blood followers, or be besieged and slaughtered by a group of blood followers like a coward. Anyone with a little fighting spirit knows what to choose.

Ergou's first opponent was a blood disciple with two horns on his head and reverse-jointed hooves on his legs.

When the blood disciple wielding a dark brown sawtooth broadsword noticed Er Gou's appearance, he couldn't help but scream, "A human? How could a human appear here?! And a son of the Zhuxia Dragon?!!"

The blood disciples would of course be surprised. After all, it was extremely rare for a human to appear on Yujian Star, especially Ergou and this Zhuxia disciple with black hair, brown eyes, and skin as white as topaz. Such prey was even more rare for the war blood disciples.

For some reason, if a war blood follower can harvest a head belonging to a descendant of the Zhuxia clan and sacrifice it to the Lord of Blood, the effect of the sacrifice will be better than ten times the number of heads from other ethnic groups.

Unfortunately, before the blood disciple could be happy for three seconds, the beheading sword in Ergou's hand pierced his throat, and then he chopped off his head with another blow.

This is the standard procedure and experience used by demon-suppressors to kill evil spirits. No matter where the demon's vital points are hit to gain a temporary advantage, the final outcome must be beheading.

Ergou's sword-drawing speed was simply too fast. Although it was not as good as his spear skills, it was beyond the blood disciples' ability to cope with.

Of course, the war bloods are not fools. One-on-one duels are just their pastime. If they really encounter a strong opponent who they cannot defeat in a one-on-one duel, they will never refuse to rush forward and win.

But soon all the blood disciples realized Ergou's identity, so even though the strength of this Zhuxia human was a little too beyond the standard, the blood disciples still chose the most "fair" one-on-one duel.

The reason is very simple. Only the heads of the Xia people harvested in a one-on-one duel are the best sacrifices. If a group of war bloods killed Ergou by beating him to death, then the heads they obtained would be no different from those of the Diyi tribes.

As for when Ergou killed twelve blood disciples in a row, the remaining blood disciples could not wait to rush up one after another to deliver their heads to the "blood disciples", the reason is easy to understand.

For example, Ergou has already started breathing heavily.

That’s right! The blood followers played a round-robin game.

Even if Ergou only needs two swords to kill the Blood Disciple, one sword to the throat and two swords to behead him, if he is not given time to rest and recover, he will definitely become tired and exhausted.

Because humans are notoriously poor in physical strength, the War Bloods believe that the boy from Zhuxia in front of them is no exception.

Ergou didn't take it too seriously. After being challenged in almost endless challenges, he seemed to show some signs of fatigue as expected.

The corpses at his feet had piled up into a small hill, and the chopped and twisted skulls were rolling all over the ground. Even the snow was melted by the spilled blood, and then frozen into dark blood ice.

Ergou held a beheading sword in each hand and swallowed the air in big gulps towards the gloomy sky. His breathing was as heavy as an old ox pulling a cart and as rapid as the strong wind in the Hural Canyon.

The remaining dozen or so war bloods looked at Ergou fanatically and greedily. They had already seen the dawn of victory.

What a powerful human hero!
His swordsmanship was swift and unparalleled, his fighting spirit was unmatched, and his murderous intent filled the heaven and earth. Thirty-seven of the most powerful war bloodies shed blood here, and were beheaded by this great man like chopping off tree stumps.

But he was tired after all!
He could fall in the next duel at any time and have his head and soul harvested by some lucky blood disciple.

In a "glorious" duel, harvest the skull of a great warrior, drain his blood, and seize his soul.

This is the greatest irresistible temptation for any blood disciple!
Because that means the most generous gift and reward from the Lord of Blood.

For this reason, the remaining blood warriors even started to fight and curse each other, threatening and bribing each other, all just to compete for the first move to challenge Er Gou. The strongest blood warrior jumped on the corpse hill. Although it had lost half of its teeth by its companions and one of its eyes became swollen due to the heavy blow, it still won the right to challenge Er Gou before other surviving blood warriors.

However, when it rushed towards Ergou with the iron rod with nail heads, its feet slipped for some reason and its body fell forward involuntarily, just in time to insert its throat into Ergou's left-hand sword.

All the witnesses present couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, including Ergou.

However, Ergou was only stunned for a moment, and then he chopped off the head of this unlucky guy.

The prisoners in the cage, whether they were the savage celestial beings or the gray-haired little guys, all looked at the invincible Ergou with admiration.

The remaining blood followers suddenly burst into cheerful laughter. They mocked and cursed the idiot who was automatically giving away his head without restraint.

Of course, the blood disciples would never give Ergou time to rest.

Just a few seconds after Ergou chopped off the head of the blood bandit who was offering himself for the kill, another war blood bandit rushed out among his laughing companions.

It held two bone blades and jumped lightly onto the mound of corpses.

Due to the wrong example set by his previous companion, the new blood disciple naturally paid more attention to his feet.

It doesn't want to make the same ridiculous mistake as that idiot again.

It's a pity that, perhaps because it was too concerned about its feet or because it was a little nervous, it actually ran too far.

It missed Ergou's front, but left its back to Ergou.

Any experienced fighter would not dare to leave his back defenseless to his opponent, but this war blood warrior with rich fighting experience made this low-level mistake.

Ergou would certainly not miss this opportunity that came right to his doorstep. He swung his sword without hesitation and easily killed his opponent.

However, after killing his opponent, Ergou staggered as if his legs were weak, and he only relied on the beheading sword to support his feet before he could steady himself.

That idiot is so stupid!
This is the mockery of the surviving blood followers towards their companions who had just been killed!

That guy can barely stand! He's dying!
This is the most intuitive judgment of Ergou by the War Bloods!
At this moment, the war bloods believe that their opponent is no longer the delicious human "fruit". He is already "ripe" and is waiting to be picked.

All the blood followers glared fiercely at their fellows around them, their eyes filled with malice and greed.

Suddenly, the strongest of the remaining blood bandits was suddenly attacked by six of his accomplices. Beheading swords, serrated axes, machetes, and nail-headed clubs almost simultaneously hit his vital points.

It fell on the snow. Although it was not dead yet, it would no longer be qualified to harvest the "sweet fruit".

Just when this tragic blood bandit was attacked by his companions, one blood bandit did not participate in the killing of his own kind. Instead, he took the opportunity to rush onto the hill of corpses, intending to kill Ergou in the chaos.

It also used a beheading sword, and when its sword collided with Ergou's left-hand sword, Ergou's sword was actually shattered into pieces.

This caught the blood disciple who was wielding the sword off guard.

It used too much force, and the expected powerful collision turned out to be a false strike without any force.

Ergou took advantage of the opponent's open door, grasped the other beheading sword in both hands, and with a sudden drag, he cut half of the blood disciple's body.

Then he smoothly finished off the enemy and beheaded another war blood disciple.

The only six remaining war blood followers looked at Ergou in amazement, seemingly risking his life, and were extremely impressed by his fighting spirit and good luck.

Of course, such prey is naturally more wonderful to harvest.

The war bloods continued to challenge Ergou while being wary of each other.

Another blood disciple rushed forward and launched a powerful attack, but missed again and was beheaded by Ergou.

The victorious Er Gou leaned his sword on the ground to "maintain" his power.

This is undoubtedly an excellent signal in the eyes of the blood disciples.

The fifth-to-last blood disciple rushed forward again, and was once again "difficultly" killed by Ergou in a bizarre way, and he seemed to be so tired that he could not straighten his back.

The fourth blood disciple rushed forward...

Ergou, who won the victory with difficulty, knelt on one knee.

The third warblood rushed forward...

Ergou, who killed his opponent with a desperate blow, could only sit on the corpse and enjoy his victory.

The second to last war blood rushed forward joyfully...
Ergou, who fought back in desperation, couldn't even pull out the sword that was stuck in the enemy's head.

The last warblood climbed onto the mound of corpses with boundless fear and joy. It looked down at Ergou, who was half-lying and panting, and shouted excitedly: "Human! You have won the attention of the great Lord of Blood! Now the Lord of Blood is willing to give you the most glorious reward. Surrender! Offer your soul and faith to the Lord of Blood!"

Ergou grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said, "I refuse!"

"Reject? That's too good... too bad! No one can refuse the gift of the Lord of Blood! Such arrogance! It seems that I have no choice but to take your head and soul personally, and then sacrifice them to the Lord of Blood!"

After receiving Ergou's rejection, this war blood disciple smiled so much that his mouth stretched to his ears.

When it raised the serrated axe in its hand and was about to chop off the human's limbs, Ergou reached out and grabbed its heel.

Then it felt an irresistible force lifting it up, and then smashed it heavily to the ground.

Then lift it up again and smash it down again.

Lift, drop...

(End of this chapter)