What happened to the Yaksha was seen by everyone, and everyone in the audience was trembling.
If you don't glance at it, you think Yaksha is so miserable!
Killing people is not a nod to the ground, this god is very perverted, Dian Feng thinks that he was not affected by something when he was a child, and since then he has become so cruel and vicious!
But I have to say that this kind of ruthlessness has enough deterrent power to scare tens of thousands of people.
Even the gods and spirits took deep breaths one by one, it is really uncommon to kill people like this!
The greedy eyes of these people cleared, and then cringed.
They gradually calmed down, and for this gamble, everyone suddenly began to think, what is the point?
There is no answer, or the only answer, is for the net worth they are betting on!
In the ring, the people in the fighting arena began to move the corpses, and then cleaned up the plasma and filth.
Finally, spray some special flavor potion to press the fishy and bloody smell again.
On the Yaksha side, attracting everyone's ideas, Norikaze sat on the ground resting, and almost no one noticed him.
The Blood God Fruit and that bowl of tea have improved the physique of Dian Feng a lot, especially in terms of injury repair and blood qi recovery, which is stronger than before!
No one knows that Dianfeng is an individual monk.
The reason why the sword under the ribs will be penetrated is that the wind did it deliberately, otherwise the physique will be exposed, and many people will associate the "wind god" with the "wind style", and it will be futile to cover it up when the time comes!
As the crispy numbness gradually disappeared, the wound of the sword under Dian Feng's ribs completely recovered, and he observed with his divine thoughts, but he didn't even see the wound!
Of course, in the eyes of others, the wound of the wind is still there, because the blood stain has not been wiped away, and no one can see the situation inside the clothes.
Dian Feng gradually regained his strength, rested for a long time, the blood in his body no longer boiled, his body temperature dropped, and his physical strength recovered.
When he glanced at the audience again, Dian Feng had a playful smile on his face, but he didn't show a strong posture, he still sat on the ground, his hands on the star's iron sword.
In the eyes of outsiders, Fengshen is still very weak, he is injured, and the wound cannot heal so quickly, after all, he is not a Shenzang monk.
The weakness pretended by Dian Feng was indeed bluffing.
When the corpses in the ring were cleaned up by the people in the fighting arena, Dianfeng staggered to his feet, his pale face flashed with determination, and pointed his sword at the audience.
"Who else is going to challenge?!"
The voice of the classic wind is not so neutral, but it is still very imposing, but in the eyes of others, it is just pretending.
This sound made everyone turn their eyes from the snorting Yasha to Dianfeng.
"It's the eighth round, this time, who's on it?"
In the crowd, the person who said this was slightly hesitant, obviously not wanting to go into the ring.
"It's really careless to let him rest for so long, but the corpses in the ring really should be cleaned up......"
From the fifth round, Fengshen looked a little weak, and everyone thought that he was the last of the strong crossbows.
But he still killed two rounds of people strongly, although it seemed like a loss of strength, his sword was still powerful, and a single sword could still smash a monk's head!
No one dared to go up, looking at each other, although tens of thousands of people were a little unwilling in their hearts, but no one wanted to go up and die.
After calming down, these people are not stupid, no one dares to agitate anymore, and the result of the quiet scene is that the more people think about it, the more they feel that it is not worth it.
In order to get that tenfold payout, how many people died at the hands of the god of wind?
He shouldn't be called the God of Wind at all, but the God of Killing!
No one knows how much strength the Aeolus still has, but it must have recovered a little more than the end of the seventh round of battles!
Those who go up in the eighth round will almost die, and even if they can win, the opportunity is estimated to be after the tenth round.
But in these two rounds, who would want to be used as a consumable, and exchange their lives for other people's beauty to get ten times the compensation?
If you lose your life, others become local tyrants, this is a typical wedding dress for others!
The agitation of the Yaksha was very effective, because at that time the god of wind had not yet been revealed, and the real horror was the first thing that most people would be red as soon as that suggestion came out!
Now that I think about it, those people who rushed up were all bad pens!
"Ten times the bet pays, do you just give up?
Lao Tzu is still a little unwilling!
Someone gritted his teeth and stared at the crumbling wind in the ring, thinking that maybe there was still a chance to kill!
"The wind god is not invulnerable, didn't someone stab him with a sword before, and we can do it too......
Right?
This unconfident sound made gamblers hesitate even more.
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There were seven rounds in total, and the first round was thirty people, a total of three hundred and thirty people died at the hands of the wind god.
However, only one person stabbed him with a sword!
If this is calculated, how many lives will it take to inflict on the wind god?
"Forget it, Lao Tzu gave up, I didn't press much anyway, so I should lose it!"
Someone thought about it, got up from the audience indignantly, and walked towards the outside of the fighting arena.
He had already lost all the spirit stones, although there were not many, but he didn't have them on him, so he couldn't participate in the gambling game anymore.
The next battle, is it here to watch?
"Grass, it's really aggrieved, that's ten times the compensation!"
"Grass, take a gamble, Lao Tzu is going up to challenge, who is with Lao Tzu?!"
Suddenly, a big man with a gloomy expression in the crowd yelled at everyone and summoned his companions.
Suddenly, many people's eyes showed surprise, but they didn't expect that there would be a fool who went to die!
No one dissuaded, and even wished that someone would consume the strength of the wind god, until the wind god could no longer raise his sword, and that was when they sat down to reap the benefits!
"Oh?"
Dian Feng raised the corner of his eye and glanced at the big man with interest, but the people in the audience disappointed him.
"Hoo ......"
A cold evening breeze blew, and the leaves that drifted from nowhere swirled in mid-air and landed diagonally to the ground.
The scene was very cold and embarrassing at one point!
The big man twisted his neck and looked around, and someone encouraged him, but more of it was a joke and a smile of fascination.
No one answered!
"Hey, is there really no one to accompany Lao Tzu?"
The big man was reckless, with horizontal flesh and scars on his face, and he looked like a person who licked blood from the knife.
Dahan felt embarrassed, he felt very shameless, so he stared at the people around him with threatening eyes.
"You, go to the ring with Lao Tzu!"
The big man dragged one of the people next to him and threatened in a threatening tone!
There was a moment of fear on the man's face, but it instantly turned into a sneer and banter, and said: "Silly big man, this is a martial arts arena, not in the wilderness where you are rampant, you better let me go." ” The big man was so angry that he blew his beard, he grabbed the weak scholar-looking monk in front of him, and shouted angrily: "What do you say to Lao Tzu?!"
” Burst!
However, for a moment, Dahan's eyes suddenly froze, with a hint of disbelief.
A smooth throwing knife pierced his skull, shredding his altar and circling back into the hands of the god who was executed before Yaksha!
Dahan fell to the ground with a bang, and he didn't blink a blind eye, he forgot that this was the Lan family's martial arts arena, and he would be killed if he threatened the lives of other spectators here!
The author Guangming Cao said: This small copy is finally over, and the main line will start tomorrow.