Unrivaled Medicine God

Chapter 873 Power Rolling

After 30,000 years of development, Shura City has been extremely prosperous.

The bustling streets and bustling streets seem to be no different from the outside city.

However, there are several people chasing each other in the distance, which is obviously not a game.

Here is the chaos of the sea, killing can be seen everywhere.

However, killing people on the streets does not help the killing of their own.

In order to get the opponent's killing mood, you must enter the Shura field.

Ye Yuan didn't want to get into trouble. He went straight to the center of the city, where the Shura field was.

Going to the central area, there is only one building, a magnificent Shura field. Entering this area, Ye Yuan feels that his eyebrows are hot, and he can't help but have the urge to kill.

"Sure enough, it is the land of killing, the air is filled with the smell of killing!" Ye Yuan praised.

After paying the admission fee, Ye Yuan took Tan Si into the Shura field.

As soon as he entered the Shura field, Ye Yuan felt that his soul was monitored by some kind of existence. He knows that this is the remnant of his refinery.

"Entering the Shura field, the killing order will automatically start the killing mode. The battlefield will arrange the battle for you every day. On the first floor of the battlefield, you can only escape at most three times. If you do not fight for the fourth time, you will be directly killed! Tan Si reminded.

Under such rules, no one dares to slack off. Everyone is desperately improving themselves and then desperately killing opponents.

Ye Yuan faintly glanced at him and said: "With your strength, you won't even be able to pass the first floor?"

Tan Si snorted, but did not say much.

"Go to the battlefield first and have a look."

Ye Yuan’s big model went to the side of the battlefield, and Tan Si followed behind, like a smug little wife.

"kill and kill! Wang Dong, kill the rookie!"

As soon as they entered the battlefield, the warriors inside were roaring like chicken blood, letting a warrior on the stage kill another person.

The warrior named Wang Dong is very strong. The opponent and he are not at a level at all. He is just playing with his opponent.

"Hey!" Wang Dong raised his hand and punched his opponent directly into a slag.

Seeing this **** scene, the audience under the audience was very excited and shouted the name of Wang Dong.

"Wang Dong! Wang Dong!"

"Wang Dong, I love you, come to my room tonight!"

Wang Dong himself was also very proud, and kept waving his hand to the stage.

Here is the paradise of the strong, as long as you have the strength, you can get everything you want. Yuan Jing, woman, everything!

"Hey, the new rookie? Only the strength of the apocalypse, hey, I don't know how long it will last!"

"Haha, I bet he will be killed in the first battle four days later, what do you think?"

"That depends on luck. If he also runs into a rookie, maybe he can live a few more days."

Ye Yuan’s new face quickly caught the attention of others, but apparently no one is optimistic about him.

There are new people coming here every day, but less than 10% can really stand up. Most people can't live the first three battles, which is one month.

The apocalypse like Ye Yuan has almost never lived the first game.

"It's too weak! Is there any stronger coming up, let my grandfather do my best?"

Wang Dong did not leave the battlefield immediately, but provoked on the stage. However, for him to be so arrogant, no one dares to respond. Obviously his strength is on the first floor and it is a strong presence.

Ye Yuan looked over and found that Wang Dong was also a Samsung soul. On the forehead, the fourth star is looming, apparently not far from the four-star condensate.

Samsung to the four stars is a hurdle, when the fourth star appears on the forehead, the warrior can understand the first-order killings.

In other words, Wang Dong’s sentimental feelings will soon break through the level of supreme truth.

Suddenly, Ye Yuan floated up and fell into the battlefield.

Wang Dong saw a young man flying in, could not help but look awkward, and immediately laughed: "Kid, you are the first day to come? Not arrogant, you have the strength to dare to challenge this uncle?"

The audience was also a sneer.

"Kid, let's admit defeat, Wang Dong is in a good mood, maybe he will spare you not to die!"

"That kid, Wang Dong is the tenth strongest player on the first floor. If you go up, you will die very badly!"

"Hey, this year's idiots are so much! I don't know about the situation when I come to Shura, and it's enough to go to death."

It is no big deal to take the initiative to admit defeat in the battlefield. Only the loser’s killing mood will be taken out and entered into the opponent’s death order.

Of course, the premise is that you have the ability to take the initiative to admit defeat.

Some people in the battlefield, even confessed to lose two words have not had time to say, they were spiked.

Wang Dong is already in the late period of the apocalypse, and the realm is similar to Tan Si. In the eyes of others, it is too easy to kill an apocalypse.

Ye Yuan stretched out a finger and said faintly: "One trick, send you back to the West."

Wang Dong changed his face and sneered: "The arrogant boy! You will be like me, just be beaten by me! Oh!"

Wang Dong burst into a burst of fire, and the double fists went out into the sea like a dragon.

Ye Yuan just stood in the same place, and did not move, waiting quietly for the arrival of Wang Dong.

Just when Wang Dong’s fist came to Ye Yuan’s fist, Ye Yuan suddenly slammed out.

The two fists meet, and a huge impact, such as a landslide, generally hit Wang Dong.

"boom!"

Wang Dong’s body exploded like a watermelon, and his death was almost exactly the same as the one he had killed before.

"No... isn't it? I broke Wang Dong in a punch. How can this kid be so strong?"

The original excited audience, at this time one by one.

The contrast between reality and their imagination is so great that they did not react at the moment.

The tenth-ranked strongman on the first floor was killed by a punch.

Ye Yuan stretched out his hand and Wang Dong’s storage ring was in his own hands. And Wang Dong’s murder order was quietly suspended in the air, and a red smog slowly overflowed from it and flowed into Ye Yuan’s body.

"Is this a killing mood? Hehe... Actually, it is possible to materialize an artistic conception. This chaos is really a magical place." Ye Yuan said with emotion.

With a decisive order, Ye Yuan can clearly feel that his own killing mood is improving.

"嗖", Wang Dong’s decision to kill flew into the air and eventually disappeared.

"Is there anyone coming up? Nobody, I will come again tomorrow." Ye Yuan said lightly.

There was silence in the audience. The punch was so shocking that no one dared to challenge the Ye Yuan.

Suddenly, a burly big man jumped onto the ring, and said coldly: "The little boy who is not stinky, what is arrogant, see you Hu Ye to clean you up!"

(End of this chapter)