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A tiger roar suddenly came from behind. Luo Changfeng saw the spectators watching the dragon and tiger fighting in the surrounding castles pointing at him, as if he saw something that made people bloody, and suddenly exploded.

The crisis consciousness hit his heart, and he suddenly turned around and saw the white tiger hanging from his eyes spreading open his mouth and rushing towards him...

It turned out that in the midst of his random thoughts, the slaves of the slaves had announced the rules of fighting against dragons and tigers to more than 100 slaves in the arena: Any slaves in the arena, whether they are new slaves who have been here for less than half a month or evil people who have been imprisoned in the iron prison for nearly a year.

, together with the white tiger in the prison car, the alien race and the man who had a familiar black cloth covering his eyes, who could become the only person who survived after the dragon and tiger fight, would be free from his slave status and be valued by the Lord of the Sword City.

Soaring into the sky!

If you want to survive, you must kill!

This is the survival rule of the arena, simple and rough!

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After the white tiger who was deliberately controlled by food and hungry for a long time was out of the cage, it roared to the sky and bit Luo Changfeng, which was closest to it and turned his back to it.

As terrible as if he was hit by a meteor, Luo Changfeng turned around and was pounced several meters away by the white tiger. The sharp tiger claws pressed his chest tightly, making him unable to move at all.

The white tiger did not know how to control its strength? The moment when his sharp tiger claws pressed against Luo Changfeng's chest, he felt the sharp pain of being stabbed into his body by the sharp blade, and blood was leaking from his black clothes.

The white tiger opened its bloody mouth and wanted to bite his most fragile neck.

On the castle, the girl Zhizi, who saw this horrifying scene, shouted in frightened voice, and looked panicked and moved forward a few steps, her glass-like eyes were full of worry.

The young master in white clothes beside him turned his head with a smile: "What? Are you an acquaintance? Why don't I call someone to let him go."

Miss Zhizi was in a daze and realized that she had lost her composure. She looked at the young master of Zhujian City with a strange and fearful look. She shook her head in great distress: "No, no. I just think it's too bloody!"

The young master in white stretched out his arm and gently held Zhizi in his arms: "Then close your eyes and rest for a while. After watching the Dragon and Tiger Fight, I will take you to the city lord's mansion."

Miss Zhizi nodded obediently, and her eyes never moved away from the man in black and silver hair in the arena.

She swallowed her tears silently.

Seeing his life and death, he could do nothing.

She suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that she let him leave the Wan Beast Sect alone on a rainy night. If she hadn't deceived him, how could the disaster be in front of her?

...

Luo Changfeng's eyes, whose life was hanging by a thread, were filled with blood-red evil spirits, and even a layer of mist appeared on the surface of his body. He clenched his right fist and banged towards the white tiger's forehead.

This seemingly dying punch shocked everyone. Luo Changfeng only punched one punch, and the white tiger, which was more than three times the size of an ordinary man, flew out. The screaming flew several meters

Outside, two slaves fighting were bumped into.

The girl in the castle, who was leaning against the white-clothed young man's arms, stared in surprise. For a moment, she kept asking what she saw?

He actually knocked the white tiger away with one punch?

He is just a fool, where did he get such power?

Miss Zhizi suddenly remembered something. When she was invaded by a strange man who pretended to be Xiaoyao King in the Guigu forest, a green spear fell from the sky...

The tears never dried up before. The girl Zhizi cried silently. The complex emotions and endless grievances in her heart made her delicate body tremble.

Could it be him? He has always been him?

Ten feet tall round castle, everyone began to shout for the strange man with white tigers, black and silver hair, who flew with his eyes and flew. He watched countless dragon and tiger fights every fifteenth month, except for the one with his eyes covered in half a year ago.

The blind man won the game with one win, and the man in black and silver hair would undoubtedly climax another dragon-tiger fight feast.

Luo Changfeng stood up from the sand.

He was surrounded by blood evil spirits and looked alertly at the white tiger who was constantly digging the ground, ready to kill the extremely angry white tiger, as if he could see through it.

The white tiger has spirituality. It can feel the terrifying evil spirit revealed in Luo Changfeng's eyes. It intuition tells it to meet a difficult-to-disaster master. However, it does not make it feel afraid, but instead arouses the blood and craziness that tear the prey to pieces.

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It roared again.

The hind legs bent, accumulate strength, and then thrust out, even if they jumped up, they rushed towards Luo Changfeng for the second time.

Luo Changfeng, who had been prepared for a long time, would not make the same mistake, not to mention that his eyes were staring at the tiger's eyes. When the beast jumped up, he had seen through the movements and direction of the white tiger.

He rushed towards the white tiger without dodging.

Countless people in the castle widened their eyes and held their breath at the same time. They saw a man in black and silver hair facing each other and the white tiger, and then the man poked his palm out, which seemed familiar.

However, before the fist containing unimaginable force could be shot out, a green cold spear suddenly appeared in the man's hand. With the help of the inertia and speed of the rushing, Luo Changfeng jumped into the air and stabbed a decisive shot.

The green light that could not recognize speed with the naked eye penetrated the huge mouth of the white tiger in an instant... The picture of the white tiger with the lifting eyes of the Luo Changfeng Gun freezes in the void. Although it was only a short moment, this shot completely ignited the atmosphere of the dragon and tiger fighting feast.

The tip of the Long Han Gun dripped off the white tiger's remaining heat. Luo Changfeng pulled back the cold gun and steadily fell on the fighting field covered with yellow sand.

When the young man in white saw this scene, he couldn't help but shout.

But it was this blurted cheer that made Luo Changfeng suddenly raise his head, and his blood-like eyes met his sword eyes.

So under countless gazes, Luo Changfeng, who had not yet known how much he had recovered from his cultivation, rushed into the sky with one foot.

This leap reached a height of nearly twenty feet. At the highest point, the Youlong Han Spear drew a perfect arc, and then it soared ten feet of cold light, piercing through the void and stabbing the young man in white.

This stance is amazing!

Everyone was stunned by the sudden change.

I thought this black-clothed and silver-haired slave was so bold that he turned his spear head to kill the young master of the sword. He was a sword cultivator with the peak cultivation level of the Spiritual Orb Realm! Some people even witnessed it with their own eyes that on the sea outside the city, the sword was

Fuchen is a venerable who has killed the cultivation level of the Transformation Realm!

Is he seeking death?

The heartbeat of the girl Zhizi accelerated violently.

She knew he was not seeking death, he was playing a role for her, a character who suddenly appeared under the gaze of the crowd and saved her from the sea of ​​suffering.

"What a fool..."

Looking at the cold light, she burst into tears in an instant.

He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the excited girl Zhizi. The young man in white smiled contemptuously. His sword eyes locked at Luo Changfeng's figure and said to himself that he was overestimating his abilities.

Then he called out a light call but the evil one!

A red long sword flew out of the sky from the building behind him. When the sword appeared, all the weapons carried by the surrounding spectators trembled, as if they were excited to see the king of the sword.

I saw a red sword named Que Xie drew a semicircle in the air, and then followed the young master in white to point and slash back and forth. In just a blink of an eye, the Yulong Han Spear was cut into pieces.

(PS: I am too sleepy, and I have another chapter to agree to. I will write tomorrow. I will go to bed early.)