On the gladiatorial arena.

The two men confronted each other, one armed with a mace and a muscular body similar to that of a barbarian, and the other with a calm face, holding an unsharp, rusty, broken sword.

"Flesh Body Ninth Rank Realm?"

Nan Kerui's eyelids jumped, he was now at the eighth level of the flesh, but he couldn't see through the strength of the two people on the stage, which could only mean that both of them were already at the ninth level.

Just when Nan Kerui was stunned, the middle-aged man with the broken sword suddenly burst out, his momentum increased sharply, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand drew out a series of sword qi, launching a crazy attack, the sword light passed, the mace in the big man's hand came out of his hand, and Qing Feng picked up a sword flower, without any pause, and took the big man's chest.

The big man was startled and retreated quickly, but how could his speed be as fast as that of a middle-aged man, and the sword was about to be inserted into the opponent's chest when he breathed, and everyone had imagined the miserable end of the big man, which was definitely a sword through the chest.

But at this moment, the blade of the sword shook, and the sword that was supposed to stab at the big man slapped at him.

"Ah......h

With a muffled snort, the big man smashed straight under the platform of the gladiatorial arena and fell to the ground, but fortunately, at least his life was still there.

After a short silence, the stands suddenly became lively, and the middle-aged uncle won the money he wanted, and the group of people were celebrating each other excitedly at this time.

On the other hand, the group of people who bet on the big guy scolded the big guy angrily, but they at least lost convincingly. There is another type of people, they are the most annoyed at this time, it is a group of people who want to make more money and bet on the big guys to die, but they are watching the gold coins in their hands run away, how can they not be angry.

If the last sword pierced straight into the chest of the big man, the big man would definitely die, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't fall off the platform, and then lightly make up for the sword, then his end would be certain death.

It's hateful...... That guy obviously had the strength to kill his opponent, but in the end he gave up.

The voices of condemnation are endless......

"Ah......h

Wan Guan stood up violently, dancing with his hands, his face was red and his neck was thick due to excessive excitement, and he looked very funny.

"Hanhan, you can even say this, it seems that we can't stop it if we want to get rich, there are the next two people to play, you can take a look, who can win? ”

Han Han didn't look in the direction of Wanguan's finger, but smiled cutely and stuck out his little tongue. "Brother Wanguan, have you forgotten what your brother said before you came out?"

Forehead......

Wan Guan's originally high passion suddenly died down, and he sat back with his head extremely depressed.

Nan Kerui smiled slightly, he was very satisfied with Han Han's performance, he was worried about this before he came, and he had specially instructed the two of them not to bet, if anyone disobeyed, he would never be brought out in the future.

Nan Kerui felt that the competition in his field should have begun, and when he stood up, he happened to see Shen Liang sitting there not far away, and he paused and walked towards him.

Because of Nan Kerui's easy appearance, he sat so close that neither Wan Guan nor Han Han recognized him.

When Nan Kerui walked next to Shen Liang, he deliberately accidentally dropped the pass to the ground, squatted down, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "Pay attention to the middle-aged man who broke the sword on the stage just now, and redeem him if you have the chance. ”

Nan Ke Rui had a good impression of his performance just now, and he didn't want to watch him die so worthless, the Nan Ke family still needed this kind of talent very much.

"The subordinates understand. Shen Liang replied quietly.

For the Nan Ke Rui family, if they want to get a gladiator out, it is actually a matter of Shen Lao Taijun's words, and the Nan Ke family has obtained His Majesty's permission to choose dead soldiers at will from here, but the premise is to hold Shen Lao Taijun's hand.

Shen Lao Taijun once sent someone to secretly stationed in the arena, responsible for secretly selecting and inspecting some available people, and then Shen Lao Taijun came forward to bring them up, and now there are many generals in the 'Nightmare Army' who were born gladiators, and even Xiao Feng, one of the three major commanders of the 'Nightmare Army', is one of them.

The Nanke family never asks about their background, which is why the 'executioner' Xiao Fengfeng has become a respected commander from a lowly gladiator.

Nan Kerui nodded, stood up and walked to the sidelines.

Venue 13 in the gaming area.

Nan Kerui randomly found a seat in the front of the stands and sat down, and now the second game is being played on the gambling platform.

Nan Kerui glanced at it when he came, and found that the two people on the stage had no strengths, and their means were mediocre, if they made their own moves, they were definitely ten percent sure that they would be able to solve any of them within three moves, even if the two of them joined forces, I am afraid it would not take ten moves to finish the matter.

Airplanes......

With the sound of a bell, the winner has been decided in the stands at this time, Nan Kerui opened his eyes fiercely, quickly left the stands, and entered the waiting passage.

"In the third game, Wu Rui fought against 'Quick Sword' Wei Ping. A referee stood in the middle of the game platform and shouted loudly, and then began to briefly introduce the two.

"Wu Rui's flesh body is at the eighth level, and he has won thirty-two consecutive battles in the seventh-level realm of the flesh body, and he is the owner of the bronze medal, with uncertain weapons, and has used swords, knives, and sticks. ”

In order not to reveal his identity, Nan Ke Rui did not use his best weapon 'gun' in the previous fighting skills competition, his gun skills came from the Nan Ke family, and it was easy for people with a heart to recognize.

"'Quick Sword' Wei Ping's Flesh Body Eighth-level Realm, Bronze Medal Holder, Flesh Eighth-level Realm Competition, Thirty-three consecutive days of consecutive victories, today is the thirty-fourth, I hope to keep it up as always, Weapon Sword. ”

According to the rules of the arena, the contestants are generally deliberately separated before the war, so as not to have a conflict in private before the competition, and finally lead to the inability to officially take the stage.

Nan Kerui's eyes have never left Wei Ping since he stepped on the gaming table, and Wei Ping has also been observing Nan Kerui.

Wei Ping is also dressed in white, holding a three-finger-wide long sword in his right hand, with an extraordinary temperament, he knows at a glance that he is from an aristocratic background, but what makes Nan Kerui uncomfortable is that his whole person feels like a high-ranking person.

"Wu Rui, I advise you to give up by yourself, otherwise Ben Shao won't be able to hold back for a while, and if it hurts you, don't blame Ben Shao for not reminding you in advance. Wei Ping's eyes were full of disdain, and he had a condescending tone, looking at his expression, he didn't take Nan Kerui in his eyes at all.

What he said was true, and none of his opponents had left untouched in the previous 33 matches.

"Could it be that your previous thirty-three matches were all defeated by mouth?"

Nan Kerui couldn't help but be a little disappointed, this guy in front of him was obviously not a powerful character, and his thirty-three consecutive winning streaks were probably quite watery.

And what Nan Kerui hates the most in his life is these gentlemen, relying on the little shadow of their ancestors to be domineering and do all kinds of evil, and they think how great they are.

"You ......" Wei Ping was suddenly angry, and the long sword came out of the sheath and pointed at Nan Kerui from afar, and said sharply. "I admit that you have succeeded in provoking me to anger, and now you must wait for Ben Shao's wrath to come. ”

"We'll see. Nan Kerui smiled unhurriedly, ignoring Wei Ping, who was about to eat people, but turned to the referee. "Referee, bring me a sword. ”

Phew!

Nan Kerui's words angered Wei Ping in the field again.

Wei Ping became famous for his sword, but Nan Kerui didn't choose other weapons, but chose the sword alone, which was invisibly provoking Wei Ping, and it was like slapping him naked in front of so many people in the field, which made him, who had always had a good face, annoyed and ashamed.

Nan Kerui took the sword, tried his hand, and nodded lightly to the referee.

The referee, who had been constantly urged by Wei Ping, hurriedly shouted 'start' when he saw Nan Kerui nodding.

As soon as the referee's voice landed, Wei Ping frantically pounced on Nan Kerui, and the sharp sword moves overwhelmingly greeted Nan Kerui, and that posture was to put Nan Kerui to death.

Nan Kerui snorted disdainfully, and greeted him head-on without dodging, compared with the captains of those 'Nightmare Army', although Wei Ping took advantage of his moves and internal qi, his mentality was inferior.

Nan Ke Rui can defeat the combined attack of ten people of the same level with the strength of one person, how can he take Wei Ping in his eyes.

Originally, I wanted to meet some masters, but now I found that it was not challenging at all, I am afraid that only a strong person in the ninth level realm of the flesh body can stimulate the fighting spirit of his whole body, so that the unabsorbed aura remaining in his body can be refined as quickly as possible.

Just when the two were one zhang apart, Nan Kerui finally pulled out the ordinary iron sword, and as soon as the iron sword came out, a bright arc like a vast moon suddenly flashed between the two, and the arc suddenly burst out for several zhang, and then turned into a hazy sword qi, almost appearing in this arc, and at the same time as the sword qi coiled, everything suddenly converged and returned to calm.

Nan Kerui waved his hand casually, the iron sword had returned to its original place, and then looked at Wei Ping, but at this time he was lying on the ground in embarrassment, mixed up and down, his clothes were in tatters, and the long sword he relied on to become famous fell to the ground, how could he still have the arrogant appearance just now.

Forehead......

Whether it was the referee or the spectators in the stands, they were all stunned at this moment.

One move!

Just one move!

Defeat the master of the same level, especially the master who still won 33 games in a row in the same level competition, and it seems that the other party is not doing his best, everything is so natural.

Not only them, but even Nan Kerui, the initiator, began to doubt at this time, the sword just now was really issued by himself, when did he become so powerful?

He had a flash of inspiration just now, and while drawing his sword, he inexplicably ran the "Nightmare Technique" mental method, and tried to guide the mist in the dantian that became a little empty, to Nan Kerui's surprise, the mist did not resist his traction, and was released obediently with the help of the iron sword, which also made his sword qi a little hazy.

However, looking at the situation in front of him, that fog should be able to increase the attack power, which is also something he didn't even dare to think about before, if he uses the power of the sword just now, and then let him face the ten captains of the 'Nightmare Army', he is absolutely sure that he can knock them all down within twenty moves, even against the 'butcher' Luo Lin, he also has the strength to fight, at least the weapon will no longer be easily snatched.

Nan Kerui believed that with this hand alone, he was invincible in the eighth-level realm of the flesh. Originally, he didn't have the confidence to resist the fierce attacks of the Flesh Ninth Rank Realm masters, but now even if he couldn't defeat them, it would be absolutely no problem to save his life.

Thinking of this, Nan Kerui couldn't help but smile.

"If you don't declare me victorious yet, when do you want to wait? Do you think I should need to go up and make up for it again?" Nan Kerui raised his head and reminded the referee who was still in a sluggish state.

"Ah......" The referee suddenly woke up, and happened to see Nan Kerui's slightly dissatisfied eyes, and hurriedly announced.

"In the third competition, Wu Rui won. ”

The referee's announcement woke up everyone who was still in shock, and at this time, almost all of them looked at Nan Kerui differently.

However, there are a few exceptions, all of them looked at Nan Kerui on the stage with malicious intentions, always looking at the joke with an expression.

Nan Kerui smiled with satisfaction, and was about to leave, but at this moment, Wei Ping, who was originally beaten to the ground, suddenly burst out without warning and attacked Nan Kerui from behind.

"Die!"