God Of Martial Arts

This is not the whole face of the slave.

Coupled with the messy hair, and the shackles on the body, let the slave martial arts, the whole person with a violent, appears particularly ferocious.

However, his black eyes, but extremely sharp, just that vision, let people's hair tremble.

"It's cold!"

When the crowd saw the eyes, their hearts trembled. The martial arts of slaves in the prison arena were all those of desperate slaves. They spent all day grinding their calendar on the edge of life and death. It was very good if they could be used by themselves. Therefore, once there were slave martial arts training from the prison yard in each auction house, there would be a fight.

Lin Feng's brow frowned slightly. He was cruel. He didn't know where the slaves came from. He even wanted to mark his face with a slave's mark. The whole person was completely changed. Even if he escaped, he would not be able to be a decent man any more. He could only live in the dark.

"The slave's three accomplishments in Lingwu state have won 16 victories. If the same realm wins him, he will be rewarded with 20 medium grade yuan stone. As for the prisoner fighting under the three levels of cultivation in Lingwu state, he will be rewarded with 100 middle grade yuan stone."

The old man, who led the slave martial arts into the prison arena, opened his mouth, and let everyone's eyes blink. The slave martial arts training of 16 victories is 12 times less than that of the scorpion tiger, but if the prisoner wins, the reward is the same. It can be seen from here that the confidence of the people in the prison arena is stronger than that of the scorpion tiger.

"Baize, the triple cultivation of Lingwu realm, just like you."

At this time, Lin Feng not far behind the yellow youth said to white Ze, let Bai Ze eyes a coagulation, ponder for a moment, then nodded: "I go."

"Good." A smile appeared on the young man's face in yellow. Bai Ze stood up and came to the stairs. After a few steps, he reached the cage and nodded slightly to the old man.

The old man saw Bai Ze's brow frowned slightly and said, "the slave's martial arts are very powerful. Are you sure you want to fight in prison?"

"Yes." Bai Ze definitely nodded, and the old man let Bai Ze step into the prison field.

"Hum."

On the stand, ask Ao snow cold hum, seem to be some displeasure.

Lin Feng is also a little strange, that old man, unexpectedly will remind Bai Ze, when he enters such a prison to fight with a scorpion tiger, no one reminds him that the scorpion tiger is very powerful.

"Lin Feng, that slave Wu Xiu is going to have bad luck."

Asked Ao Snow said, let Lin Feng some strange look at him, asked: "how to see, his strength I have seen, nothing special, I think he is not necessarily the slave martial arts opponent."

"Baize has no chance of winning, but do you know who is in charge of the prison field?"

Ask Ao snow to say again, let Lin Feng eye a congealing, surprised looking at ask Ao snow.

"Today's prison arena is in the charge of the Bai family, which is the family of Baize."

White forest from the forest to remind you of the responsibility.

"There are so many pairs of eyes in the prison arena. If Baize's strength is not good, can they still do something?"

"Ha ha, you look down upon these nobles. They always focus on the purpose rather than the process." Asked Ao snow faint smile, a pair of clear in the chest appearance.

At this time, in the prison yard, Wu Xiu, a slave, saw Bai Ze coming in, and immediately a stream of anger was released from him, which was very cold.

That Peng random hair slightly block the eyes, cold stabbing, let Bai Ze heart micro some shiver.

"Die!"

Wu Xiu, a slave, uttered a cold word from his mouth. His body rushed directly towards Baize. All those who entered the prison yard came to ask for his life. Either Baize died or he died.

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

"So fast."

Bai Ze saw the iron chain stabbed at the moment, the body to avoid, at the same time, a strong wind blowing, Baize's become extremely light, moving with the wind.

"Hurricane spirit."

Lin Feng sees a hurricane shadow behind Baize and whispers. Last time, Baize is very proud and says how talented he is. But as a result, he doesn't even catch Lin Feng. Even his soul has not been released. The slap in the face is loud.

However, when Baize is less than 18 years old, if it is placed in many other places, even in yunhaizong, it can be regarded as a genius. But here, it is the Imperial City, the place where talents gather, and there are many outstanding people than Baize. Therefore, genius is not called genius.

Wu Xiu, a slave, did not even look at Bai Ze. His eyes were still as deep and cold as before. The chain in his hand trembled slightly, and then he swept out and the space roared.

"What a bully."

Baize's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to connect with him. His body retreated again. At this time, a slightly illusory vine appeared quietly. In an instant, Baize's body was entangled, chained, and turned into a spear again, and stabbed directly at Baize's heart.There is not a redundant action, move white Ze in the dead.

White Ze pupil a burst of contraction, body struggle, two palms violent tremble, a hurricane with the spirit of killing toward the chain, dust all over the sky.

However, at this time, Baize suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from the vines, which drove his body forward. However, with the help of Baize's body, slave Wuxiu drew a perfect arc and directly appeared in Baize's side direction, locked chain spear and attacked him.

"How strong."

Exclamations were heard from the stands. The master of the slave martial arts was too strong. Every move seemed to be calculated. It was quick, capable and murderous.

As for Lin Feng, his brows wrinkled tightly. It was the spirit of the vine. He had seen this kind of spirit. Han man's friend, breaking the army, had this kind of spirit.

"Break the army, the army, the slaves!"

Is it a coincidence that Lin Feng's eyes flicker and stare at the slave Wu Xiu? The other side just has the same martial spirit and takes the military character as its name?

"Puff

In the fighting field, Baize resists in a hurry, but where can he block the impact of the chain of the spear, the chest is hit hard, and his body flies backwards.

The slave Wu Xiu's body trembled, and with the chain spear, he went straight to Baize. Only by killing the other party, the prison fight was over, and he could not die.

"Stop it."

At this time, a fierce drink came out, which made Wu Xiu's body stiff. He stopped and looked at the old man with sharp eyes.

"This is the end of the battle."

The old man said indifferently, let the eyes of the crowd coagulate, so far?

Just like a prison arena, only one party's death is the end. This is the rule of the arena. How can it stop there.

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

The crowd think of just the old man reminds Bai Ze, can't help but guess, also only this kind of possibility.

"The prison fight is not over. How can we stop there?"

A hoarse voice came from Wu Xiu's mouth, staring at the old man.

The old man raised his eyebrows, and then a gloomy look appeared in his eyes. A slave dared to refute him?

"If you want to be a prisoner, I'll help you." The old man gave a grim smile and called out, "let the beast in."

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

What made the crowd's eyes fixed was that this middle-aged man came out on a figure. The figure had hands and feet. He was a human. However, he climbed out with both hands and feet. Moreover, his limbs and throat were firmly tied by iron locks, and the other end of the chain was held in the palm of the middle-aged.

"The army, among all the slaves, you are the most difficult to tame except the brute. Now you can see that this is the end of the barbarian, which has been tamed into a beast. Today, I want you to fight the barbarian prisoner. The winner is alive, the loser is dead!"

The old man said darkly. At this time, the army's eyes were so cold that they looked at him as if they were going to swallow him. Unexpectedly, they wanted him to fight with man, these animals!

When the man on the ground heard this, he raised his head and looked at the old man like a beast. He was extremely vicious.

Seeing the wild beast with its head raised, Lin Feng's position on the grandstand, a breath of incomparable cold spread out madly!