The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

In the moment before the god of death came to Kang Guang, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes. Xiang Lian had made the strongest knife in his life, and he couldn't stop, even his body couldn't move.

"puff……"

"Hey..."

Two voices came, one strong and one weak, and Xiang Lianwei's powerful sword cut Kang Guang in half from the middle. The speed of the sword was within a few seconds after Kang Guang's body fell to the ground in two halves. , There was no blood flowing out of the corpse.

Looking at Xiang Lian again, his hands were still doing the chopping movement, the light in his eyes gradually darkened from horror and anger, and finally turned to dead gray, and another jet-black dart was nailed to him. Throat protruding from the back of the neck...

"what……"

"Lian'er..."

……

There was an exclamation in the arena, except for a few bosses watching the battle sitting there with normal expressions, almost all the rest stood up.

And the battle ax screamed, and his body rushed to the stage in an instant...

thump……

It wasn't until then that Xiang Lian's body fell on the stage, and he was already dead...

"Tomahawk..."

At this moment, the smiling person sitting on the Longbang seat suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

"Yes..." The Tomahawk paused slightly, and the aura of the beast body was gone.

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor depend on the sky, stepping into the rivers and lakes, fate depends on the sky..." After smiling, he closed his eyes again.

Tomahawk's whole body trembled slightly, and he didn't know where to vent his anger, but he could only glance at Xiang Lian's body, turned around and turned back, tears streaming down his face.

Feng Lao waved his hands to call the staff, and began to clean up the corpses on the ring and wipe the blood on the ring.

Solo sat on the stand, turned his head to look at Wu Qingcheng: "If it were you, how many moves can you win against these two?"

"Kang Guang's one move is enough! Xiang Lian...is also one move..." Wu Qingcheng said.

"What about you?" Solo turned his head and asked the six sons again.

"Me? I'm afraid I won badly... However, I don't want to use this method to get the fifth place in the tiger list. I would rather be the one who just played..." The six sons said with a look of horror on Wu Qingcheng's face.

"Luck is sometimes a part of strength. For example, if I knew that there was still Brother Solo in the world, I would have left Anyi ten years earlier..." Wu Qingcheng looked at Solo with a scorching face.

"I'd rather not be lucky but rely on my own fists. Boss, what will happen if you meet them?" Liu Zi still couldn't help asking.

Solo's eyes were blurred, as if there was something on his mind that couldn't be let go, he didn't listen to what the six sons said, and the six sons smiled wryly.

"Lanling Jicheng challenged Jiannan, the fourth in the tiger list, the contestants entered the field, and the competition began..."

Feng Lao's judgment was really special. This time he sat on the edge of the ring and didn't even get on the stage. He announced the match directly, and he announced the start of the match before anyone even showed up.

Regarding Feng Lao's attitude of contempt for the game, the big shots present did not show any doubts, they seemed to be used to it, and no one cared.

Jiannan didn't have the pretensions of a top player on the Tiger List. He was the first to fly onto the ring, bowing his hands in salute to all directions on the ring. The lightness of his figure reminded him of Monkey King in Journey to the West.

And this image... It seems that the evolution is not complete, it is more like a monkey, and it is relaxed, without any awareness of the battle of life and death.

Solo raised his head slightly, his eyes didn't look at Jiannan, but he focused on a nearly colorless piece of paper that fell out of Jiannan's trouser leg on the ring.

The corners of Solo's mouth were drawn up slightly, very charming, but the smile still didn't float on his face.

"Hmph! How shameless..." Wu Qingcheng said in a low voice.

Solo glanced at Wu Qingcheng in surprise, and paused when he reached the edge of his mouth: "Nothing is more important than being alive..." Solo finally whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Liu Zi asked with a puzzled expression.

"Watching the game..." Solo glared at Liu Zi, who shrank his neck and looked at the field.

The old man from Lan Xun, Ji Cheng, had already stepped onto the stage, and offered his hands to Jiannan: "Lan Ling Ji Cheng, please advise..."

After hearing Jicheng's words, Jiannan took two steps back and came to the edge of the ring, as if he was ready to escape at any time, he carefully said to the old man Jicheng: "I won't talk to you..."

"Damn it...it's really shameless..." Liu Zi cursed in a low voice.

At this time, the old man on the ring heard Jiannan's words, and there was a trace of anger rising on his face, he took a step forward suddenly, and stepped on the small piece of paper.

boom……

With a loud noise, the old man's feet suddenly exploded, and his body was also thrown high above the ring. Almost at the same time, Jiannan's figure rose into the sky and passed by the old man's side...

puff……

Lanling Jicheng's head was thrown high out of the stands, a cavity of red blood rose into the sky, but Jiannan didn't stop, and jumped back to his seat.

The exclamation sounded again, and many people did not see clearly what had just happened.

And the bosses sitting there have already had experts around them explaining something to them. The bosses who have been standing in front of them these days without changing their expressions look at Jiannan, who is sitting there, with a look of appreciation on their faces.

Two matches, three lives forever disappeared in the black market boxing arena.But no one is surprised, this is a place where problems are solved in a quack way, and it will not rise to the level of law.

"Sun Youzhi of Wuling challenges the No.3 lone wolf on the tiger list, the competition begins..."

After Feng Lao ordered someone to clean the ring, he announced the next match, then he waved his hand and ordered a box of lunch for the staff on the side, bowed his head and started to eat.

"Brother Solo, there seems to be no normal person here except you..." Wu Qingcheng leaned her body towards Solo and said.

"Ci'ao! What are you talking about? I'm not a normal person?" Liu Zi retorted.

After hearing what the six sons said, Wu Qingcheng looked at the six sons with contempt on his face: "How can Brother Solo have a brother like you..."

While everyone was talking, Sun Youzhi, an old man from Wuling, had stepped onto the stage ahead of schedule, and the third-ranked Lone Wolf from the Excalibur Special Forces also came onto the stage.

Although the lone wolf is not as tall and strong as the six sons, he is at least 1.9 meters tall. He has a bloody aura all over his body, as if a wave of blood envelops his whole body, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

In particular, his eyes seem to contain no human emotions, they are definitely the light of a wounded beast, and just judging from the bulging muscles of his whole body, it gives people a thrilling feeling.

The lone wolf walked onto the stage without too much politeness, looking at Sun You from Wuling, the cruel light in his eyes kept flickering, and at the same time full of vigilance.

Sun Juzhi watched the game twice, and he didn't seem to have a good impression of the top two players, and his vigilance also increased greatly. As soon as the lone wolf stepped onto the ring, he was ready.

The moment the lone wolf stepped onto the stage, he was ready to attack. Like a lone wolf, he walked carefully around Wuling Sun Youzhi, taking every step very carefully, not daring to leave room for his feet.