Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 497 The Giant Shadow Inside the Iron Gate
Such a strange situation, as if the blood in the whole body was drained by the black and thin man in an instant, many people watched with horror.

But it was just like this that attracted countless people to applaud.

In this situation, it seems that the method is a technical job, and it should be rewarded!
After the fourth-order desolate beast was exhausted, it was dragged down by the people in the arena, and a young man with a heavy ruler entered the arena again.

There were also many spectators beside Jiang Mo. A short man with pale cheeks approached Jiang Mo and said, "Brother, this is the first time you came back to the arena. You look very strange."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo nodded without denying it.

"Ha, let me just say it. Since this is the first time for you brother to come here, let me introduce you." The short-haired man obviously knew him a little bit, and before Jiang Mo could reply, he was eloquent. The Jedi spoke.

"The black and skinny man in the arena is named Yao Gan. I don't know where the owner of the arena found him. He hasn't lost a single game in the past ten days. Every time he kills his opponent, he always dies. Not a single drop of blood flowed out.

I don't know how much applause this strange method has attracted, and how much profit it has brought to the arena. "

"It is said that Yao Gan's heart is very cruel. Although he is silent, once he kills someone in the arena, the audience who is close to him can feel the murderous aura rushing toward his face."

Jiang Mo nodded secretly. From the battle just now, he could tell that Yao Gan was not showing off on the surface, but it was this kind of deep scheming that was the most terrifying.

Especially the ball of black water under his feet, not only can slow down the opponent's speed, but also is extremely corrosive, once it gets even the slightest bit, it will be extremely troublesome.

Unless the strength is far superior to him, otherwise, it will be difficult to defeat.

In the arena, a fierce fight was going on. The young man holding the heavy ruler was obviously not good at it. He danced the heavy ruler so tightly that the wind could be faintly heard whistling in the arena, like is to tear the air.

"Wind thorn!"

The black water under his feet was getting thicker and thicker, the heavy-footed youth let out a loud shout, and stabbed out with the weapon in his hand, the sound of angry explosion was heard endlessly, he blocked all the escape routes of Yao Gan and died.

"This wind thorn, it is estimated that its power has reached the low level of the mysterious level, but the young man with a heavy ruler can't exert one-tenth of its power!" Looking at the heavy ruler in the field like a whirlwind, Jiang Mo lightly shook his head and said.

Facing the violent storm and the frightening attack, Yao Gan's expression remained calm. With his feet moving, he swam directly above the black water, like a nimble fish swimming, shuttling non-stop.

When the extremely powerful blow was about to approach his side, Yao Gan bent his legs slightly, twisted his body into an incredible arc, and narrowly passed the heavy ruler close to his face.

The heavy-footed young man had obviously never expected that Yao Gan would make such a move, and his face immediately changed, with a little panic appearing in his eyes.

He hastily twitched the heavy ruler, trying to block Yao Gan who was close to him, but how could Yao Gan, who played strangely and did not follow the routine, give him this chance?
The daggers in his hands were like the sharp teeth of a poisonous snake, and they directly hit the handle of the heavy ruler. Suddenly, a powerful force came, and the heavy ruler flew out of the young man's hand with a clang.

At this time, Yao Gan finally showed his majesty, his body was ejected like lightning, his arms kept waving, the onlookers could only see the afterimage of the flying arm and the dagger, as for the dagger will fall there in the next instant , These onlookers can't see through at all.

Just like the fourth-rank desolate beast that was killed last time, when the heavy-footed youth fell heavily on the ground, not a single drop of blood flowed out. This scene was extremely strange.

Although it was a scorching summer day at this time, the situation caused many people to secretly feel cold.

"Fortunately, that person is just a puppet kept by the arena. If he is released, how many people will suffer." Most people think so.

Most of the spectator platforms in this open-air arena are ordinary people. In order to earn more gold coins, the arena specially built quiet pavilions to show their status for those big shots to watch the battle.

Among these great figures, the person from the Wuji Temple is considered to have an outrageously strong background.

"I don't know if there are any fighters that adults like in today's arena?" A middle-aged man in charge asked respectfully.

"From the moment he appeared on the stage to the present, only Yao Gan can still see the past. What are the rest?" The envoy of the Wuji Temple said arrogantly.

"Then, did Yao Gan ever have feelings for the lord?" The middle-aged man asked again in a low voice.

"My Wuji Temple has money and things, but it is not used to buy such waste. If there is no exciting show, I will leave." The messenger waved his sleeve robe and said coldly.

Hearing this, the eyes of the middle-aged man flickered, and after a moment of contemplation, he gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"Just wait, my lord. I'll arrange for a stronger one to come. I'm sure it will satisfy my lord this time." The middle-aged man said in a low voice, then turned around and exited the pavilion.

The arena and the Wuji Temple have their own needs, the arena is for money, and the Wuji Temple seeks monks with extraordinary strength, otherwise, even if the Wuji Temple is powerful, it is impossible to randomly select people from the arena.

The middle-aged steward was in order to earn a lot of money from the Wuji Temple, so he spared no effort to pick out batch after batch of soldiers from the slaves he raised.

After the middle-aged steward left, the emissary of the Wuji Temple had a vague smile on his face. In fact, according to the requirements of the Wuji Temple, Yao Gan fully met the standards, but the envoy Want to get a bigger reward, so I want to pick out stronger fighters.

"In order to make everyone enjoy watching, our arena has decided after discussion that we will release another powerful fighter this time. Next, everyone will wait and see." Lang Lang's deafening voice came from the arena, and it was heard by nearly ten thousand people present. The spectators were excited.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo also frowned slightly. In fact, Yao Gan's strength is not weak.

The overtones from the arena just now are very obvious. The fighter who will be released is probably a bit stronger than Yao Gan.

Thinking of this, even Jiang Mo couldn't help but wonder how many warrior puppets were raised in this arena.

Boom boom boom!
There was an ear-shattering roar, and a huge iron gate opened from the south of the arena, and a majestic giant figure with a height of nearly three feet slowly walked out from the iron gate.

(End of this chapter)