People are in Douluo, opening up the world

Chapter 192
Zhou Fei died in the rain of colorful light. He couldn't die any more. He didn't even leave a trace of it. He was completely wiped out. From then on, his name never appeared in the City of Slaughter.

The sword shadow dissipated with the wind, and Chen Xichuan waved his sleeve robe, and two fairy swords flew towards him, pointing at the ground, floating on both sides of him, and a hazy fairy light hung down, which made him extraordinarily extraordinary against the fairy light, and the white robe was more extraordinary than snow. But also clean, cold like a banished fairy.

"Just the jumping clown."

He looked at the place where Zhou Fei was standing before his death, his eyes were indifferent, he turned and walked towards the other crusaders, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he released his killing intent to his heart's content without hiding it.

At the same time, Luo Xingchen was about to finish off his opponent.

On the battlefield where he was, the shadows of the sticks were flickering, sweeping all directions like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, each stick was filled with tremendous power, the air exploded, the enemies he hit were retreating steadily, and there was no chance to fight back, so he could only dodge with difficulty.

"I'll see how you dodge this stick."

When the thousand-year-old soul skill was activated, he was so angry that he seized the opportunity to swing a stick violently. The next moment, his silhouette appeared on all sides. These avatars swung their sticks together, and the mighty stick fell down. The face of the victim changed drastically, and he was at a loss.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded, Luo Xingchen succeeded, and gave the opponent a heavy blow. The subduing magic stick hit the crusader's back, abdomen, legs and other places respectively. Twitching on the ground.

His bones were broken, he could no longer get up, he was coughing up blood, and he was about to die.

Luo Xingchen dragged his stick and approached, the big stick rubbed against the ground, sparks splashed, and soon he stopped in front of the enemy.

Lowering his head, he looked down at the half-dead crusader, raised his arms, and said, "Let me give you a ride!"

After saying that, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he poked the stick straight down, the crusader's head exploded like a watermelon, blood mixed with brains splashed, and he died.

His methods are very ruthless, but there is no wave in his heart. This is the arena of hell. Either you die or he dies. Kindness does not exist.

After successfully killing one person, Luo Xingchen's murderous intent remained undiminished, and he shifted his target to another young man. This man had sneaked up on him when he was besieged and left a long knife wound on his back. Still aching!
What he thought was very simple, anyone who participated in the beating and beating him would have to die, and pay with blood.

Compared to Luo Xingchen, Ye Chen was even more fierce. He had already killed one crusader and was about to kill the second one.

"Give you a choice, commit suicide!"

He carried the Ten Thousand Soul Scythe on his shoulder, his hands were covered with blood, and he looked at the crusader who was less than two feet away from him with cold eyes.

"Suicide? Are you kidding me? Don't look down on people. If you want to kill or cut, just come."

The crusader sneered, he was young, in his twenties, he was originally a handsome man, but now he looks very scary, his hair is almost gone, many parts of his body are rotten, his cheeks are black and purple, and he spits out from time to time. Black gore.

This is all thanks to Ye Chen's Ten Thousand Soul Binding. Ten Thousand Soul Binding is a highly poisonous soul skill. Once it is contaminated, if it cannot be dealt with in time, the whole person will eventually turn into a pool of blood.

The young crusader was dying of illness, and the poison had penetrated deep into his internal organs. Even if Ye Chen didn't take action, he would still die soon.

Hearing the other party's words, Ye Chen said: "In this case, let me send you on your way, lest you suffer from the poison and die in pain."

He took a step back, charged up his calf, shot out, and instantly came in front of the young crusader. The latter's pupils shrank, and he had no strength to return to defense. He could only watch helplessly as the scythe came, and the icy sharp edge filled him. pupil.

A head flew up, blood spilled into the sky, and the body fell down. Ye Chen rushed to support Luo Xingchen without looking back.

After a while, the crusaders suffered heavy casualties, and only two people were left alive, lingering on their last legs.

They were shocked and angry, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley, and their faces were full of despair.

What exactly is going on?

Why are things the way they are now?

They were puzzled. It was obvious that their own camp had an absolute advantage at the beginning, and winning the game seemed to be a certainty, but right now, the two of them were the only ones left by their own camp.

"Are you ready to die?"

The team of Yizhihua came slowly, Luo Xingchen shouted, blood dripped from the magic wand, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

The leader, Chen Xichuan, smiled and said: "As a human being, sometimes don't be too arrogant. You think you can defeat us, but you don't know, on the contrary, it is you who are killed in the end."

The faces of the two crusaders were ashen. They knew that they had no way out, and they were not far from death.

"We took it lightly and underestimated you. You won this game, but don't be too happy. There are many talents in the crusader army, and the strong are like clouds. In the next game, you will eventually fail and die. !"

One person opened his mouth full of resentment, stared straight at Chen Xichuan, and said with a grin: "Evil Chen, we are waiting for you in hell."

After the words fell, he and his companions took the initiative to rush to Zhihua team.

The ending was naturally tragic. The two crusaders were suppressed and killed, and fell in a pool of blood.

So far, Yizhihua team won the second game.

There was a lot of noise in the auditorium, and countless people were in a trance, desperate.

"How did this happen? They actually won again. I'm not dreaming, am I? They were still being crushed and beaten by the crusaders one second ago, and two of them almost died, but they made a comeback in the next second. Acting? It's too fake, I can't accept it, Evil Chen, hurry up and die!"

"Normal, I had expected the outcome of the match a long time ago. From the moment Evil Chen severely injured the seven crusaders with his sword, the situation of the battle has been reversed. Besides, Zhou Fei is the strongest among the crusaders who played this time. , He was already killed by Evil Chen, and the others are just playing around! It’s only a matter of time before he dies.”

"There are so many crusaders, it's too incompetent to deal with just three of them, isn't it too incompetent? I lost two consecutive games, and the second game started with such a good start. I don't even want to watch it, Zhencai. Giving Evil Chen the number of consecutive victories in vain, is he wishing that Evil Chen can clear the Arena of Hell?"

"Everyone, don't forget one thing. If Yizhihua's team clears the Hell Arena, the King of Slaughter will open the Hell Road for them, and the price of opening the Hell Road will be borne by us. Therefore, we must not let They succeeded, they succeeded, and it's us who suffer."

The audience discussed heatedly, their hearts were awe-inspiring, and they became more hostile to the Yizhihua team. They brainstormed and considered countermeasures.

(End of this chapter)