The battle battlefield on Miluo Island has finally begun, and the huge circular square is surrounded by monks and high-ranking people who have already arrived on Miluo Island, and ordinary people are not qualified to come here.

The shouts were like bursts of thunder, the blazing sun shone on the battlefield, and the temperature was very high, but it was nothing to the monks.

At this time, a martial artist wearing red armor appeared in the middle of the fighting battlefield, and from the aura it emanated, it seemed that he had the strength of the early stage of the Sevenfold Void Pill realm of blood condensation.

The warrior in red armor held a large flag embroidered with a red dragon on the ground, looking powerful, and said loudly: "The battle battlefield on Miluo Island has begun, first show the fight between the beast fighting slave and the demon beast, and also let you be a little mentally prepared." ”

His voice echoed in the sky above the huge fighting battlefield, although indifferent, but full of majesty, after all, he represented the power of Miluo Island, even if many people were dissatisfied with him, they did not dare to go up and shout.

The cultivation of the so-called fighting beast slave is only five layers of blood coagulation, but seeing this person fighting with a flaming lion, this is a fight for his life, there are not so many chapter skills, and the fight is who is more fierce and who is more desperate.

In this kind of fighting, the courage and strength were on display, and the fighting beast slave had knotted muscles and a hideous expression, roaring and rushing up to fight with the flame mad lion.

"Poof~"

But the beast slave jumped onto the back of the Flame Lion, then clamped his head with his left hand with the strength of his waist, and then smashed the eye of the Flame Lion with his right fist.

This force almost exerted his full strength, and the essence blood energy rushed out, completely crushing the Flame Lion's brain.

Then the seemingly mighty and furious Flame Lion fell in a pool of blood, and immediately two black-armored guards stepped forward to drag away the body of the Flame Lion.

The beast fighting slave had already aroused a crazy will to fight, and it was not yet fun, but when he saw his figure flash, he was behind the two black-armored guards.

His strength was not insignificant, holding the neck of a black-armored guard with one hand, and then slamming into the middle.

"Bang~"

The two black-armored guards died aggrieved, their heads were knocked open, and the black armor on their bodies did not play a defensive role at all.

When they met this crazy beast slave, they could only be regarded as unlucky.

Immediately, the tens of thousands of monks who watched the battle cheered, they just liked to see such a brutal scene, and never took other people's lives seriously.

Lin Feng frowned and groaned: "Before the battle arena competition, such a thing happened, this beast fighting slave is finished. ”

Sure enough, the monk who was maintaining the fighting battlefield behind released two flaming lions, which were only one size bigger than the previous one.

The two mighty Flame Madness Lions, both of whom had the strength of the late stage of Blood Condensation Fivefold, saw the corpse of their companion lying in the middle of the field, and they immediately aroused anger, as well as that innate cruel aura.

The beast slave had already gone crazy, and was worried that he couldn't find an opponent, so he immediately roared, raised his fist and smashed it.

"Snort~" The sound of cracking silk is so clear.

This crazy beast fighting slave was directly restrained by the two flame lions and was torn in half in an instant.

Then the two devoured it on the spot, and then crouched there like hounds.

Ten beast slaves walked onto the field, all armed with daggers and swords, long contradictory cards, and even a heavy sledgehammer.

They walked up with fierce eyes and solemn steps, dressed in simple armor made of demon animal skins.

Although his cultivation was still only in the late stage of the fifth stage of blood condensation, the momentum he exuded was enough to surpass most monks of the same rank.

They had cultivated their strength in the constant struggle with demon beasts, and many cultivators who were higher than them couldn't help but feel a sense of fear when they saw them.

As the beast slaves approached, the two flame lions finally showed a restless appearance.

With their stupid heads, it is difficult to escape in such a short period of time, and according to the convention, from the beginning of their training, once they encounter a fighting beast slave on the field, they will pounce desperately and desperately.

Just as they were hesitating, the ten fighting beast slaves shouted, picked up their weapons and rushed over together.

The two flaming lions were so tragic that they could barely do it before they were killed by the monastic attacks of the monks.

Then the bald man with a sledgehammer stepped forward and knocked the heads of the two flaming lions into flames one by one.

Most of the monks in the stands shouted, after all, they were all willing to see humans defeat demon beasts.

Lin Feng also let out a long sigh, it seems that the management of this Colosseum is not unaware of everyone's psychology!

There was a sound of heavy footsteps in the field, but I saw ten more fierce-looking beast slaves coming up, and they were also holding various weapons in their hands.

The only difference from the previous group of beast slaves was that the color of the armor was all white, while the previous beast slaves wore blue armor.

Because the venue was so far away from the stands, the monks in the stands would not be able to hear it clearly if it weren't for the people on the field who were talking with full energy.

But when he saw that they had said a few words, he fought desperately.

There are no rules in the fight between the fighting beast slaves, as long as they can knock the opponent down and survive themselves.

This process is unbearable to look at, and how can the tragedy be comparable to the usual scenes of these monks fighting?

In a short time, the winner was decided, but I saw that blood was flowing on the field, and the corpses of the fighting beast slaves were lying horizontally.

The last one alive was a beast slave, who was seriously wounded, his right arm was broken, and he crawled forward.

A red light flashed, and the red-armored warrior jumped onto the fighting battlefield, directly flicking his fingers and sending out a dark red sword qi to pierce the forehead of the surviving beast slave.

Li Zhou gasped and said indignantly: "Even if this guy pretends to be a master, he will also kill this surviving beastfighting slave, this is simply a cold-blooded and ruthless demonic act!"

"Brother, if you are dissatisfied with this guy, you will immediately challenge the battlefield, and you will have a chance to fight him. Lei Yu said with a smile.

At this time, the Red Armor Warrior elaborated on the rules of the fighting battlefield.

The main idea is that any monk can go to the battlefield to fight, if the enemy is not enough, he can admit defeat, but if he is killed, he will not complain to anyone.

Monks who have won ten consecutive victories can receive 100,000 blood crystals and are eligible to join the island guards.

If you win a hundred consecutive victories, you can get two million blood crystals and a high-grade magic weapon, and directly become the centurion of the island guard.

Once the overall ranking enters the top ten, you will get a Miluo Yingluo and become the personal guard of the island owner's mansion.

As for the final first place, it will be awarded by the owner himself, and the award has not yet been revealed.

These rewards are all very tangible benefits, once you become an island guard, it is equivalent to having an iron rice bowl, and you can usually patrol a few laps, anyway, no one dares to go wild on Miluo Island.

The island guards have a much higher status than most of the loose cultivators, at least in this part of Miluo Island.

For most casual cultivators, high-grade magic weapons are available but not sought-after, and many monks who have six levels of blood coagulation still use medium-grade magic weapons.

When they heard that they could obtain a high-grade magic weapon after a hundred consecutive victories, many monks who thought they were extraordinary were eager to try it.

As for the top 10 rewards, Miluo Yingluo is a special treasure, formed like amber, but the spirit stone is sealed with an ancient spirit worm.

If you wear it by your side, you can improve the perception and absorption of the aura of heaven and earth, which is of great benefit to breaking through the bottleneck and improving the efficiency of cultivation.

You must know that the most fearful thing in the cultivation process is to encounter a bottleneck, once you can't break through, you will be stuck at this stage for a long time.

For example, the two great patriarchs of the Medicine King Valley, the Medicine Ghost Monk and Yi Yun, if they had the help of Miluo Yingluo, they would be able to break through the bottleneck quickly, at least add a few glimmers of hope.

As for becoming the personal guard of the island owner's mansion, the benefits are self-evident. It is estimated that most of the top ten in this battle are cultivators of the Blood Condensation Sevenfold Void Pill realm, and there are tens of thousands of monks present who want to participate in the battle, including many masters.

"The challenge starts now, and in order to save time, the battle battlefield is divided into eight areas, and you can choose any area to challenge. The Red Armor Warrior waved the fire dragon banner in his hand with a strong spirit, and suddenly a metal wall suddenly emerged from the stone slabs of the fighting battlefield, dividing the huge fighting battlefield into eight areas.

As soon as the Red Armor Warrior walked down, a fierce challenge began in the eight regions.

The people who started to play were all low-strength or ordinary casual cultivators, and they were very self-aware, trying their best to mix up ten consecutive wins, and the 100,000 blood crystals they got and becoming island guards were very good.

Their battle was nothing to look at, and masters like Lin Feng leisurely crossed their hands and shoulders and watched indifferently at the small fights in the fighting battlefield.

Because there were too many monks, it took more than three hours for a monk with good cultivation to come on.

At this time, in the outermost field area, there was a bald strong man holding a swarthy long stick, with knotted muscles all over his body, full of explosive power.

But when he saw him, he smashed a six-fold blood-clotting monk into the air, causing him to vomit blood and die.

"I am Niu Yide in the Danyang Sea, who dares to come to the stage to fight to the death?" The bald man was like a fierce lion, looking up to the sky and roaring, and his voice turned into a wave of qi surging out, shaking people's eardrums.

"Jumping beam clown, dare to be presumptuous here?" A middle-aged warrior with a long beard jumped onto the fighting platform with a double sword in hand.

"How dare you underestimate me, give me death!" Niu Yide shouted angrily, like a reckless bull rushing into it, and then picked up the long black stick and smashed it down.

The middle-aged martial artist has the cultivation of the late stage of blood coagulation, and he has a very high view of himself, and has already surged out all the essence and blood energy, and then struggles to swing the iron double knife to resist.

"Keng~" The seemingly tough iron double knife was smashed into pieces by a stick and splashed, which looked particularly dazzling in the blazing sun.

The swarthy long stick remained unabated, and smashed the middle-aged warrior on the head, and immediately his eyes turned to the west.