Dragon Blood Emperor

The conversation was nearing its climax.

Ye Wushuang's eyes looked down. In the battlefield, two figures flashed quickly. They were both strong in yin and yang, and they attacked with horror. This attack was exhausted with all their strength. They wanted to give each other a fatal blow and walk out of the battlefield!

In one direction inside the cage, an old man in a black robe watched, waiting for the final result to be pronounced!

"dead!"

At the end of the battle, one of the burly youths roared hoarsely, carrying a tomahawk and slamming away.

Another young man with a haircut blocked his sword.

Huh!

The tomahawk smashed over the sword, and a loud impact sound erupted. The vast energy swept across the square. Eventually, the young man lost, and was rushed out by the shock wave.

The burly young man took the opportunity to catch up, gave the strongest blow, slashed the hair-strapped young man, his body was torn into two halves by the battle axe, and the blood was stained to the ground, the scene was extremely cruel!

But for the people here, they have long been accustomed to it, they are crying desperately, very exciting, the blood makes them hot!

Roar!

The burly young man also held a tomahawk and made a roar that roared like a beast, sweeping the audience.

On one side, Lan Xinyu frowned, and couldn't stand this cruel picture. As for Ye Wushuang, his face had no wave at all, and he experienced endless life and death. He was already accustomed to this cruel rule of survival. Since the two sides chose to fight in life and death , Being killed is your own choice and you can't blame others.

Moreover, the lives of the weak are worthless in this world!

"In this game, Ba Yun won and won one hundred thousand spirit stones!"

The old man in black robes pronounced his sentence.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed, in exchange for a bet of life and death, in exchange for one hundred thousand spirit stones!

Zhuang Hao explained, "People who fight in the fight, each win a game, get 100,000 awards. The other is through bets. Before each fight, the fight will be based on the comprehensive strength of the people in the fight. Bet, if the bet wins, you bet on it. Of course, in doing so, the ultimate winner is the gladiatorial arena. "

Hearing that, Ye Wushuang turned his head and looked at Zhuang Hao.

Zhuang Hao laughed: "Look around, there are hundreds of thousands of people coming here every day. Except for those who have VIP cards, the others have to deliver one hundred spirit stones, and there are various costs that add up to each other. It's a huge number. Compared with 100,000, it's nothing! "

Hearing Zhuang Hao's explanation, Ye Wushuang also knew that this arena is not simple. Although each battle has to pay 100,000 spirit stones, compared to what the arena earns, it's a dime!

Bang!

At the same time, the old man in the black robe below announced the result and led a monster out.

Roar!

A terrifying beast roared, deafening!

A violent, **** breath erupted.

"This is the Demon King's Cracking Ground Dragon!"

Looking at that horrible monster, countless people flickered with excitement, and the fissures of the earth, containing the blood of the dragon, possessed terrifying power and defensive ability, which was extremely terrible!

"Cracked Ground Dragon, record, thirty games!"

The voice of the old man in the black robe sounded a sudden breath of cold.

Thirty games means that there are thirty powerful monks who died in the mouth of the fissured dragon. With the lives of thirty monks, this terrible existence has been cultivated!

"The prison now begins, and the winner will receive double rewards, 200,000 spirit stones!"

The old man in black robes continued.

"200,000, to me, although not much useful, but the cracked earth dragon is a good training object."

Thinking about this, Ye Wushuang looked down, without any hesitation, shouted lightly, "This time, I'm coming!"

I come!

Although the sound was faint, it fell into everyone's ears. Countless people looked at it, their eyes narrowed, and they were amazed with flicker, so young and handsome!

This small body is going to fight with the cracked earth dragon?

Life and death battles are all powerful men who have enough confidence to survive the battlefield, so they dare to fight.

However, even so, thirty people died in the mouth of the split-ground dragon, you can imagine how powerful and terrifying the split-ground dragon!

Otherwise, the reward will not be doubled!

Because of this, many talents have not spoken!

Most people go up, there is only one way to die, Ye Wushuang speaks, many people sigh, it is another who can't resist the temptation of the spirit stone, to die!

"Untouchables are untouchables. For the sake of the spirits, they will not die, and it is really unlucky."

Among the crowd, a noble young man disdain sneered, and fought with the cracked ground dragon, pure death!

Ye Wushuang turned his head, his eyes fell on the young man.

"Why, am I wrong?"

The aristocratic youth dismissed a smile.

"The battlefield is allowed to challenge. If you don't accept it, go up and try it together, life and death!"

Ye Wushuang stared at the young man, and a faint voice spread out into each ear.

Suddenly, the aristocratic youth's eyes froze and he did not answer.

Life and death battle, one life, one death!

Every time the battle, the **** image of the torn body was exciting, but he also bought the seeds of fear in his heart ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ He never thought of going to that place!

"You do not dare?"

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at this young man: "Fight, and you dare not fight, but you will only open your mouth and bark, there is no courage, nothing more than waste, what qualifications do you have, speak loudly and make noise here!"

The indifferent voice poured out, with an ironic tone, so that the aristocratic youth's eyes were condensed, feeling the strange eyes from the Quartet, his eyes became cold, staring at Ye Wushuang.

Other than staring, he could not refute.

"waste!"

Ye Wushuang spit out the words again, and Ye Wushuang stepped forward without looking at him, a waste of aristocracy, without any courage and blood!

"waste!"

An enemy in the east wiped his nose and shouted at the young man, making the young man's face difficult to look at, a waste, dare to call him waste!

However, at this moment, he couldn't find anything to refute!

"Damn pariah, I hope you can survive the cracked ground dragon!" Finally, the young man's eyes were on Ye Wushuang, flashing cold.

When he came to the arena, there was an oppressive breath on his face. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Ye Wushuang frowned.

Seeing Ye Wushuang walk in, the cracked ground dragon gave a roar, and fierce light flashed in the blood pupil.

The powerful demon king is already savvy, and even many can be transformed into shape. The split-ground dragon has savvy. It is also clear that the young people who come in are its enemies. If Ye Wushuang cannot be killed today, then it To die!

Therefore, its eyes are full of endless violence!

Ye Wushuang stepped forward calmly, his face was very indifferent, without any nervousness!