"Please!"

For such a warrior, Feng Ziyue will also show enough respect.

Maybe his martial arts are not high, but his courage is worthy of recognition.

In this case, there is no need to report the name at all, and there is no need to know the identity of the other party, as long as you see the red ribbon on the other party's arm, you can be an opponent!

If there is a disparity between the strong and the weak, it may be possible to divide the winner in an instant, which may not be fair, but the real battlefield is like this, who can give you so much time to choose the opponent, the only choice is the person in front of you!

The young man's luck may not be very good—or it can be said to be better, he shot his long knife, and was shocked by Feng Ziyue's wrist and flew out, and then Feng Ziyue struck him on the forehead with the hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious.

He lost the year-end battle in an instant, but he was lucky to save his life.

Feng Ziyue took the ribbon off his arm, and there was no time to catch his breath before welcoming the next challenger.

"Please be my opponent!"

This time, it was a delicate female voice.

On the battlefield of Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, women also have to go to the battlefield, and their responsibilities are the same as those of men, so there is no difference in this bloody battlefield!

Around them, screams and shouts rang out in an endless stream, and blood splattered!

Feng Ziyue sighed, didn't even look back at the woman, just slapped the sword body with his elbow, knocked her unconscious in the same way, skillfully untied her ribbon, and then faced the next challenger.

In this battleground, there was almost no room to breathe, and the only places that were a little calmer were the ten rings in the center of the square!

The crowd poured towards the ten rings, and everyone knew that winning the battle under the fighting battlefield was nothing, and the real glory was still on that ring!

Maybe in some other competition. It is also necessary to consider preserving strength, not to expose people too early, but in this year-end battle. No matter where you are in the world, as long as you haven't lost your qualifications, you'll have to face constant challenges.

So if you have enough strength, get into the ring early and get into the ring later. It's no different!

Feng Ziyue also had such thoughts, and while he was dealing with the overwhelming number of challengers, he also slowly moved in the direction of the ring.

Feng San, who was originally with him, didn't know where to hide now, and Feng Ziyue couldn't take care of him at this time. Anyway, he is not a person participating in the battle, and there is no danger to his life.

The battle situation is becoming more and more chaotic, the battle is becoming more and more urgent, there is almost no foreshadowing, and it suddenly enters a white-hot state.

Just like Feng San said, Shura Field!

This is a fact that can be imagined, and at the beginning, everyone was full of blood and courage. Desperate to challenge those around you - no one knows to be afraid.

And when flesh and life begin to fade away. Maybe some people will start to be afraid, but at this time, they have been blinded by blood, where can they stop?

It is estimated that the first wave of ** will last for a long time before it gradually stabilizes.

The reduction of physical strength, the reduction of numbers, and the gradual elimination of the weak will slow down the pace of the battle.

But before that. Or a hymn to blood and life.

On the high platform, there were many deacons and elders observing the battle situation in the central square.

"I've seen too many images of this kind of killing. Isn't it going to be a little numb?"

Beside the living dead, someone turned to talk to him. This is a deacon who is relatively young compared to everyone, probably not long after his promotion, and there is still a hint of greenness on his face.

The living dead turned around and looked at him coldly, "In the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, if you want to live better, you have to numb yourself a little, Aoki, don't you understand this?"

Aoki is his proud disciple, and he has cultivated it single-handedly, and his achievements to this day can be regarded as his pride.

But the disciple of the living dead is a little different from him, he can't always change his flying and jumping temperament, although he has been practicing for a long time, he is still full of enthusiasm, he never wants to live so long, he always wants to change and challenge.

This kind of person is easy to die in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield.

So the living dead also remind him from time to time, although life and death have long been seen, but the people close to him always hope that they can live well.

"By the way, this time the outsiders also participated in the year-end battle, right?"

Aoki ignored his teacher's education, and went to the crowded plaza with great interest to find traces of Mt. Kazeko.

"It's kind of special, you know, he doesn't have to participate......"

"Humph!"

At the mention of Feng Ziyue, the living dead was a little unhappy, he showed an uncertain expression on his face, and shook his hand impatiently, "Although this person is an outsider, he doesn't seem to have much potential, facing the Holy Martial Heavenly Monument, he has been fascinated for more than a year, but fortunately, he is ambitious, and he can choose two martial arts at the same time, what achievements can he have? After three years, it must be that he has not made contributions and wants to sweep the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace out of the house." He has to participate in the year-end battle, thinking that his martial arts are not weak, but in fact, I don't think it will last long, maybe it will be ...... now."

"There!

Before the living dead could finish speaking, he saw Aoki happily pointing in the direction of the tenth ring and shouting loudly.

Fengziyue!

After half a day of fighting, Feng Ziyue finally slowly moved to the edge of the ring!

At this time, as he expected, the pace of the battle gradually slowed down, but this did not mean that the intensity of the battle had decreased, on the contrary, because the rest were all masters with so many brushes, and the danger in the fight was much better than before!

The living dead also saw Feng Ziyue, and snorted coldly, "I can't imagine that this kid can still live until now, it's really lucky, could it be that he still wants to go to the ring?"

"His martial arts are not weak, he is almost at the level of a five-star martial artist, and it is not impossible to get into the ring......

Regarding the information about Fengziyue, the deacons and elders of the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace all have a general understanding, and Aoki is even more concerned because this is an outsider who is personally responsible for the master.

Feng Ziyue's martial arts are not bad, and the five-star martial artist can be regarded as a master in the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, and he can stand alone when he releases it.

"Hmph! What about a five-star martial artist? A five-star martial artist who has been trained behind closed doors has been beheaded three steps out of the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, and I have seen a lot!"

The biggest problem is that Feng Ziyue doesn't know about the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield at all, and he doesn't know about the brutal killing here.

The living dead don't believe him at all, with just a few months of practice, they can understand the essence of the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, if he is lucky enough not to die in this battle, maybe he will understand a little, and he will know how to be a man with his tail between his legs!

In the final analysis, the living dead don't agree with the way of relying on outsiders at all, he doesn't want to change the current status quo, as long as he can maintain the operation of the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, he is willing to sacrifice, and he is willing to pay the sacrifice of generations, but if it is for the sake of change and leads to fearless death, he is not interested at all.

In his view, outsiders are an unstable factor.

In fact, historically, this has been the case.

Not to mention the huge losses brought to the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace by those incompetent but arrogant outsiders, even if they were excellent outsiders, they repelled the attacks of the other five races for a while, giving the human race room to expand, but after them, they were all attacked by the ferocious counterattacks of other races without exception.

Some because the outsider is dead, and some because they are gone.

The final loss is still to be borne by the Terrans in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield!

It is precisely because the living dead read too much about the past and the present that they become more and more numb and desperate!

In the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, being able to live like this is already the greatest gift from God.

They don't need any savior!

"He's going to be on stage, he's going to be on stage!"

Aoki didn't have the same idea as him at all, he saw Feng Ziyue leap from a distance, shook off the people around him, and landed steadily opposite the ring master, and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

"Look for death!"

The living dead shouted angrily, and above the ring, it was the place where the death rate of the battle at the end of the year was the highest.

After all, all the masters are pinning their hopes on a beautiful victory in the ring, they are not afraid of death, they go forward and succeed, even if they are the core disciples of the elders, they have to be successful in cultivation, they must be careful in the ring, and first pursue invincibility.

How many years have those people been cultivating in the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, and how many lives and deaths have they gone through before they can get to where they are today?

Feng Ziyue, an outsider who has only been on the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield for two years, why?

His eyes widened, wanting to see Feng Ziyue's rapid defeat.

Feng Ziyue landed on the ring, shook his sleeves slightly, and shook off the blood stains that were inevitably stained on his body, then smiled slightly and arched his hand at the champion.

"In Xiafeng Ziyue, it is an outsider, and he has been in Xuanyuan Ancient Palace for two years, please!"

In the ring, you will be given a certain amount of time to introduce your name, but you don't have to go into too much detail, after all, after a moment, it is impossible to say who will live and who will die.

"Oh, outsiders?"

The champion is a middle-aged man, he is tall, his muscles are knotted, and he is carrying a giant axe on his upper body, which looks majestic.

On his right arm, like Feng Ziyue, he was densely wrapped with red ribbons, and his body was even more bloodstained, and he was very tired and stood up, obviously after a bloody battle, he stood in this ring!

"Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, one of the seventy-two guards, Gu Gang!"

Although he was slightly taken aback by knowing Feng Ziyue's identity, the middle-aged man still waved the axe in his hand unambiguously, briefly reported his identity, and did not say a word more.

Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, the number one guard who can be ranked, is also selected from the young talents, and this person's martial arts are not weak!

- Preparing for war。。 )