"Who are you?"

A faint sound rang out, but it was like thunder thunder on the flat ground, which reached everyone's ears. The villagers and the remains of the dome pavilion, including the people on the top of the 81st floor Dounu Tower, were all shocked. **《》*

"I actually broke through Yuan Shiwu's killing sound formation!"

Jiang Fengyun raised his eyebrows and stretched out again: "It seems that he is indeed a little capable."

Although the cultivation level of Yuan Fifteen he selected was only at the peak of the fifth level, he was considered a strong man among the Marquis-level Fighting Slaves of more than 100 people. What's more, in the Douslave school, he valued more his own strength and skills. In every battle of the slave, he almost chose opponents of the same level of cultivation. Whoever wins and loses, whoever dies and lives depends on the fighting skills. In terms of skills, Yuan Fifteen is enough to rank among the Marquis-level Fighting Slaves, which is also the reason why Jiang Fengyun chose him to suppress An Bochen and the other two. Even if An Bochen once again showed extraordinary means, Jiang Fengyun was full of confidence.

"I, 15th Yuan, marquis."

Facing An Bochen directly, Yuan Shiwu replied meticulously.

His killing sound formation covers a land of ten miles, which means that the radius of ten miles is all his aura. Most of the village people, survivors and king-level fighters who were watching from afar were much higher than Yuan 15 in terms of cultivation. Even so, their perception of this radius of ten miles may not be as good as Yuan 15.

At this time, only Yuan Shiwuyi knew what a terrifying existence this seemingly gentle man in front of him was.

Looking from the Dounu Tower before, Yuan Shiwu, like the top king-level Dounu, both of them, were just ordinary players. The ordinary players mean that among ordinary immortals outside Dounu, they can be ranked among the masters, but compared with the Dounu in Tongtian Village, ordinary players are like eggs hitting stones, leaving no return. But at this moment, Yuan Shiwu suddenly discovered that the fighting spirit emitted by the man in front of him was not inferior to that of the Dounu who had been through life and death for a long time. The most terrifying thing is that until he appeared, he could still control his strength to a range that oppressed himself but did not attract others' attention. This shows that not only the immortal slaves before, but even himself could not force him to use more than 50% of his strength.

As he thought about it, cold sweat spilled over Yuan Shiwu's forehead, not because he was afraid, but because he was excited.

In the Dounu school, he has been wandering between life and death for hundreds of years. Dounu like Yuan Shiwu has long forgotten the fear. What is fear? The only thing they have is the desire for their opponents that they have become habits.

"Bang!"

Yuan Shiwu untied his belt and threw it into the mud, splashing rain and black mud.

The crisp sound spread from afar, Jiang Fengyun was stunned, the three king-level Doushu behind him were stunned, the remnants of the Dome Pavilion were preparing to watch the battle, and the villagers were also stunned.

Their rank is often printed on the belt of the slave, which is a symbol of identity and status in the school field. It is easy to understand. Unless in the formal battle, the slaves on both sides untied their belts, which means that they will fight for life and death.

Now, facing a fairy slave who has not been promoted to a fighter, Yuan Shiwu actually performed this formal ceremony, so how can he not surprise the people watching the battle?

The surprise lasted for a moment. After a while, the cheers of thunder and applause came, breaking the killing sound formation of Yuan Shiwu and also drowning the Yongzhen schoolyard. The villagers who have become ordinary people, both temperament and behavior have only one purpose for the Dounu schoolyard, which is to seek excitement. Now, seeing a dignified marquis-level Dounu schoolhouse officially declare war on the newly arrived immortal slave, unexpectedly, they also became deeply interested.

"I want Yuan Shiwu to deal with the one who uses the halberd, but he chose the most inconspicuous one among the three." Jiang Fengyun frowned slightly and murmured to himself. He turned to An Bochen, his eyes as sharp as a blade.

"Although Yuan Shiwu's fighting skills are not as good as us, he is ranked first among the Marquis. It seems that the fairy slave in green clothes must have something unusual to be discovered by Yuan Shiwu." said a king-level fighting slave behind Jiang Fengyun.

"What's unusual?" Jiang Fengyun shrugged and smiled contemptuously: "At worst, just hold on for a few more."

"If I mean, I mean if I was defeated by that person in 15 yuan, you will be over." A tall king-level Douslave walked out from behind Jiang Fengyun, standing side by side with Jiang Fengyun, looking at An Bochen from afar, and said with a smile.

Jiang Fengyun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I said you are really bored. To be honest, Yuan Shiwu threw his belt and made a fight to the scene, which was beyond my expectations. But don't forget that there are many big people watching the battle in today's trial. They came to look for excitement. Yuan Shiwu did this just to their hearts. If those big people are happy, the master will naturally be happy. Once the master is happy, we can live a better life."

"Will Yuan Shiwu think so much about this?" Another king-level Dounu who had never spoken, hugged her arms and said. She stood behind Jiang Fengyun and the other two, motionless, but suddenly a burning fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting.

The king-level fighters were high above and looked like a guide. In the trial field, nearly a thousand immortal slaves who have now become the lowest level of the school field have also stopped fighting and looked at An Bochen and Yuan Shiwu with complex expressions.

"Miss Wang, you are such an enemy." A fairy with a short figure in Chifangtian's girl lowered her voice: "You can actually let the Marquis-level Douslave invite the fight fairly, and then his strength can be ranked in the Yongzhen Schoolyard. No wonder we can't do anything to him."

"Where did you find this news?" After a few days of baptism of blood rain, the Wang girl no longer had the previous radiance, describing the slightest and more powerful.

"The little one is actually different from other immortal slaves." The fairy with a short figure but a goatee, and her triangular eyes narrowed and her clever eyes looked smart and tricky, saying carefully: "To be honest, I was a fairy slave in the Qita school field before. After a failed trial, I was sold to the town. After many twists and turns, I thought I could leave Tongtian Village, but I finally returned to Yongta Town. The little one knows more about the fight slaves than the others here."

Listening to the complacent voice of the immortal beside him, Wang Bingyu's eyes showed a hint of contempt, and then a deep sadness burst out.

These days, she has stood out from more than a thousand immortal slaves with her beauty and her childhood methods, and can barely be called the leader of a force. She came from the Chifangtian family and came to Tongtian Village to bear heavy responsibilities. Now that her brother has been killed, she has been imprisoned in the Douslave School, and she has been silent. The reason why she has repeatedly besieged An Bochen and her entourage is not entirely to avenge her brother, but most importantly, she always has to find an excuse to survive.

But she gradually realized that living in the Yongzhen school grounds was actually more painful than dying.

In just eight days, Wang Bingyu saw many immortals who were willing to fall, as if they had given up their hope of regaining freedom. In their words and deeds, they had regarded themselves as the immortal slave of Tongtianzhai and fighting slave, just like the immortal who spoke to her just now.

Wang Bingyu was very scared, afraid that she would become the same as them. During these eight days, she always wanted to use sharp weapons to pierce her heart, and she was done with all the time. Fortunately, she still had one thing not completed - to avenge her brother.

Looking at Amber Chen from afar, a hysterical hatred flowed in the eyes of the girl from Chi Fangtian, but after the hatred, she was helpless and confused.

If An Bochen was defeated and died at the hands of this Marquis-level fighter, wouldn’t she have no reason to survive? But if An Bochen won, her hope of revenge would become increasingly slim, and she would have to live these endless painful days all day long, and life would be worse than death.

"Then what you mean is that my enemy, may he win?" Wang Bingyu's voice was like broken ice, creaking, and the immortal with a short figure shivered. "Miss Wang, you are wrong. Although your enemy is capable, his opponent is a marquis-level fighter slave, a marquis-level fighter slave, and he has at least made thousands of battles and killed hundreds of people. The highlight of today's battle is just how many matches your enemy can survive. Since it is a invitation to throw away the belt, if your enemy is defeated, it is equivalent to death." The immortal with a short figure shook his head and said.

"So, he will definitely die."

"Yes, your enemy will definitely not survive today."

The fairy with a short figure said in a pleasing manner. He raised his head, but suddenly found that the expression of the woman beside him was difficult to figure out, with joy, loss, and a hint of despair.

The outside world was full of troubles, and the fingers of others were pointed and pointed, like raindrops hitting the wind, falling down into An Bochen's heart, but it was as light as a covered feather.

Although An Bochen was bound by the restrictions in the schoolyard, he became more and more spiritual because he had no dispute. The martial arts created by An Bochen itself is another mystery, but it is also a technique of using martial arts to control the intention of killing with skills.

With ten fingers relaxed, Amber Chen seemed to be plucking an invisible string and letting the storm pass through his fingertips. His body position did not change, but because it was integrated with the storm and rain, every subtle movement had already mixed into the falling momentum of the raindrops. Therefore, in Yuan Shiwu's eyes, Amber Chen was constantly changing. What he changed included his figure, his position, his rhythm when he walked, and his momentum. In short, Yuan Shiwu burst his fighting spirit to the limit and could not capture Amber Chen.

The more this happens, the more excited Yuan Shiwu is.

Without further ado, he already felt Amber Chen's thrill of fighting.

For more than two hundred years, including the battle with Lu Fengqi not long ago, Amber Chen has never had such a strong battle. It is more like killing than fighting.

From the moment I stepped onto the land of Tongtianzhai and entered Yongzhen Tower, An Bochen has been trying hard to resist this feeling.

This feeling is also a symbol of the Tongtian Village Douslave School. There are only two words, that is strength.

The Dounu School Field is a place that is completely and completely respected by its strength, and cannot tolerate any conspiracy and intrigue.
Chapter completed!