The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"I know."

Mu Bai's momentum sank, he dragged his sword and walked forward quickly, madly rushing into the rushing crowd.

……

Soon, when there were only 1000 people left including Mu Bai, Qing Ming's voice came again, announcing the end of the second round of trials.

Mu Bai's body was half kneeling on the ground at that time, his spirit was extremely tired, and his vision was blurred.

Although he is very strong, he can fight for five consecutive days and nights, and it is a miracle that he can survive until now.

Facing the siege of many prisoners, no matter how strong he is, he will inevitably be injured. His body is very transparent, only a vague shadow can be seen vaguely, and his soul seems to be broken at any time.

If it weren't for the soul defense of the armor on his body, he might have died in this battlefield just now. After all, most of the prisoners' targets were him.

"This guy is still alive!"

"Entering the third round of trials, our situation is very bad."

"It's over!"

All the prisoners looked at Mu Bai in horror. If they had an extra hour, they would definitely be able to kill Mu Bai with their strength.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Mu Bai smiled coldly, gritted his teeth before standing up, glanced at everyone in front of him one by one, and said, "I can't kill me, you are so disappointed, entering the last round of trials is the time of your death !"

"You...don't be too pretentious! It's not certain who will die at whose hands!"

"is it?"

An astonishing blood light shone from Mubai's eyes, obviously unable to control the accumulation of violence in his heart.

After all, more than 2 prisoners were beheaded, and this intangible accumulation of killing intent was terrifying, but compared with Shura's killing intent, it was still far behind.

The prisoners in front of him were all shocked out of their wits.

Mu Bai snorted coldly.

At this time, Qing Ming flew over with more than 100 envoys.

Qing Ming pointed to a precipitous mountain in the distance.

The protruding rocks on the mountain peak are densely packed like sharp long knives.

"This is Ironthorn Mountain. Whoever can stand on the top of the mountain can leave here alive."

Everyone was shocked and finally reached the last moment.

Mu Bai said: "If I do it, will I be free?"

"Ok?"

Qing Ming's face turned cold, and he faintly became murderous.

That murderous intent penetrated deep into Mu Bai's soul, as if he was in an ice cave.

"Bold!" An envoy shouted angrily, and was about to make a move.

Qing Ming restrained his murderous intentions, and said lightly: "Exchange equipment for them."