Gongs and drums were ringing, and applause was thunderous. Along with the audience, there were waves of shouting like waves. In the venue, more than a dozen teams of forces began to fight.
In an instant, magic danced and fighting spirit flew. Each team protected their magicians behind them. Although their physique was not weak, it would be quite dangerous if three or four warriors approached each other in this melee.
Flame magic, wind blade magic, roaring and flying. Many magicians even used powerful thunder magic. The rumbling and thunder sounded endlessly.
The tacit understanding of the teams that were temporarily formed was obviously not as early as possible for people to know each other. Almost just one encounter can tell which side is zero hour, and the combination is combined. At the battle, weapons clash. In an instant, someone was immediately hit by the vital point. The magicians concentrated their firepower, and after a round of attacks, someone died of a life.
The bright red blood dyed the stone slabs on the martial arts field bright red. Even if they were holding the people who could fight for it at the beginning and ran away if they couldn't beat it, they almost lost their minds after killing the red eye. In this way, the field was like a chaotic cutting machine, with fresh lives falling from here.
This kind of real sword and gun contest can easily mobilize the audience's emotions. The bloody and violent scenes of the sword touching the flesh and blood, shoulders and heads, and chopping them down together ignited the bloodthirsty fire hidden deep in people's hearts.
In the audience, someone shouted like a spring medicine. At this moment, they were substituted, as if holding a sword in their hands, killing their opponents one by one, and it was themselves. The perverted and powerful feeling, satisfaction, and bloodthirsty pleasure filled their hearts.
Su Mengdie, who was sitting on the side, was already in poor spirits. Such a bloody scene made her stomach turbulent. Her face was as pale as paper and turned into a sickly look.
It seemed like a mistake to bring her over. Guo Lin felt his heart tugged when he saw her weak appearance. He shook his head and could not let her stay any longer. He said, "Mengdie, I'll let Xiao Si take you back to the inn."
Su Mengdie didn't want to leave Guo Lin. He was about to join the battle soon. She hoped that she would watch him here and cheer for him. Su Mengdie whispered: "It doesn't matter, young master, I'm fine."
Bai Bing kept hugging Su Mengdie's shoulders, and she could feel her condition at the moment. Bai Bing said, "It's okay. Sister Butterfly, you are so weak. Oh, you have a silver hair on your head, I'll pull it down for you."
Su Mengdie's delicate body was stunned, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on her face. This photo of Guo Lin, who had been looking at him, frowned tightly.
Guo Lin came over and put his hand on Su Mengdie's wrist. His soul power penetrated into her meridians, but nothing happened. "Mengdie, go back to the inn first. I will take you to find a master tonight." Guo Lin pointed out that the master was naturally the master, Yu Fengzi. In his impression, Yu Fengzi was omnipotent. Just like Qin Yuxin's disease, which made the entire Shang Dynasty doctor helpless, Yu Fengzi was cured at once.
Su Mengdie sighed, then slowly stood up with her inseparable pipa, "Well, that's OK, young master, Mengdie is back first."
Guo Lin nodded, looking at her weak appearance, and couldn't bear it. "Xiao Si, use the teleportation scroll. After you arrive at Mingdu Inn, you don't have to come back. I can handle the things here."
Liu Quansi obeyed Guo Lin's words. He nodded and said, "Yes, Young Master." As he said that, he took Su Mengdie away.
The cheers in my ears remained, and when my eyes returned to the center of the martial arts field, nearly a hundred people could stand less than half. The ground was covered with corpses. Blood was gathered together and flowed along the gaps of the stone slabs. It kept flowing down the battle stage of the martial arts field.
"Swish..." Seeing the big sword and magic falling from the head of a big man with yellow turbans tied to his head, his body suddenly turned into a white light and disappeared. Suddenly, the audience gave a boo of contempt. To these spectators, these sinners seemed to be gladiators for people to enjoy themselves. They could only die alive in front of them.
However, there are very few people like the Yellow Turban man who escaped from the last moment.
At this time, there were nearly forty people standing on the battlefield of more than 2,000 square meters. Most of their clothes and weapons were stained with blood. Some of their faces were even covered with blood. They were dripping from their chins. These were blood.
There were forty people, a total of eight teams, nearly ten people with a large number of people, and only two or three people with a small number of people. They paused slightly and took a few breaths. They took the opportunity to take some pills to replenish their mental and physical strength, and the second round of fighting began again.
This time, the survivors of the first round were all fighting together. Therefore, the intensity was only high and not low. It feasted the eyes and the blood was boiling. The golden light flowed and the steps were like the wind. Some martial artists began to show their skills. The golden sword energy was chasing the enemy's magician.
Even if he met someone who was not alone in the team fighting with his team, he would not hesitate to slash with one knife. The scene became more and more chaotic.
No one would sympathize with these people because most of these sins are unforgivable. All the eyes are full of excitement. When they see dying people falling from the ring and covered in blood, they want to rush down and give them the last blow. Of course, such a dangerous thing is left to others to do. If they are not careful, they will look back and slash themselves with one knife, it will be more than worth the loss.
Guo Lin shook his head and thought to himself that the Zhao family royal family was indeed cruel, and this was simply a slaughterhouse. I guess the rules of the so-called Longmen Field would not be much better.
In half an hour, the battle finally came to an end. The team that had been grouped together at the beginning suddenly exerted force and wiped out the number of people with their team several times.
The two looked at each other and smiled, stretched out their hands, and held them together. Because their faces were covered with blood, they looked a little hideous. "The first game ended, the winner, No. 17 and No. 18."
The deputy commander of the Wangcheng City, dressed in bright armor, Fu Yitian raised the flag and whispered: "The second scene, No. 101 to No. 200 will enter the venue."
The first bloody killing was quite exciting and enjoyable for the audience. Seeing the Thunder Mage who is powerful and even able to use Thunder Magic, one after another, you will feel a different kind of pleasure in your heart.
But for those who are about to play No. 101 to No. 200, it is very cruel. They seem to have seen it, and they will die like this.
Therefore, when Fu Yitian called for the number 101 to 200 people to come on stage, many people retreated without firmness. They were afraid that they would be so angry that they would not even have the chance to escape in the end. The people who died before were alive.
Only seventy people actually participated in the competition. Before that, all the broken limbs and corpses in the field were lifted down. Then, like throwing garbage, the person in charge of logistics was stuffed into a black sack prepared in advance and transported it out. Even the space bag was too lazy to fit.
Who knows that whoever is in a sack was once the thief who alarmed the entire Xia Kingdom; whoever cares, whoever among them once covered the sky with his hands in Xia Kingdom. When they turned into a pile of unpopular dirt, their era ended. And the forces they formed would be wiped out by the Xia Kingdom's army soon.
There are still endless battles. Most of the seventy new players on the field cannot escape the bad luck of death. The scene is extremely bloody...
After Liu Quansi sent Su Mengdie back to her room, he withdrew himself, stood outside with his hands on his chest, and acted as her door god. He now fell in love with playing the loyal guardian. He knew that Su Mengdie was Guo Lin's woman, so he had to protect her with all his might. The soul power of the refining king level was opened, covering a range of hundreds of meters. However, there was no room covering Su Mengdie's room. It was Su Mengdie's private space, and he could not offend her.
After Su Mengdie walked into the room, she did not go to bed to rest. She put the pipa on the table and brought a mirror. Bai Bing's words just now made her panic. Over the past month, in order not to make the young master worry, she secretly dyed the silver wire that had inexplicably emerged black with hair oil. But today she was careless and accidentally saw it for Bai Bing.
Su Mengdie looked at the country-striking posture in the mirror, but her heart was despair. A pair of beautiful eyes, tears were lit up. "I didn't expect it to be so serious that even the young master couldn't see it. I'm helpless."
Su Mengdie brought a basin of water to untie the bun. Taking advantage of the young master's absence, she wanted to see what she had become.
A shiny black hair fell down, and the ends of the hair just touched the clear water, and a circle of black ink spread out. Almost at the same time, a pinch of hair ends stained with water droplets turned white. Seeing this scene, Su Mengdie almost knocked over the basin in panic. She covered her mouth and forced herself to not scream. However, crystal tears burst out like a spring, rushing out of her eyes.
"How could this happen?" Su Mengdie covered her face, and tears slid from her jade face from her fingertips and dripped into the basin of water. The slight ripples spread gently.
Now, no matter how much you deceive yourself, it will be useless. Su Mengdie lightly bit her red lips. Her long soft hair was folded up and put it all into the washbasin. In an instant, the clear water was immediately dyed black...
A quarter of an hour later, Su Mengdie's eyes were dull and she looked at her "ugly" in the mirror in despair. Although her appearance had not changed, a large part of the black hair that she had originally made her proud turned into white frost.
The woman felt sad, it was even more painful than killing her. "Why is this happening? I can't let the young master see me like this. Is this really my destiny? I don't want it." A desperate voice echoed in my heart.
Su Mengdie burst into tears. In her blurry vision, she saw the pipa that was emitting light slightly at this moment. She trembledly raised her slender jade hand and reached to the exquisitely crafted pipa that had accompanied her for many years. In her eyes, the color of fear became stronger and stronger. As her jade fingers teased her, she made a heart-wrenching tremolo...