Transmigration: Super Debt System

"Rainbow and chicken, up." Qian Shanji cried out.

See the rainbow fight chicken wings a flutter, into a rainbow, to the night Ling hit.

"When the boy is finished, Zhan Ling dare not defend himself from being hit by the rainbow when he is not injured, let alone be seriously injured."

The people below began to talk.

Night Ling eyes a coagulation, fixed to see the rainbow hit, in the near hit when suddenly flash, at the same time a knife appears in the hand.

When the rainbow passed him, it suddenly drew out.

Poof

A long stream of blood spurted out, and the rainbow chicken stopped. After a few steps forward, it fell to the ground.

"Rainbow fighting chicken..."

Qianshanji roared with grief. I can't believe it.

But he just gazed for a second, then looked at the night Ling.

"You want to die!"

Qian Shanji was furious and rushed to him with a big knife in his hand.

Ye Ling's expression is very calm, but his face is a little pale.

Bang!

The two knives followed, the sound of metal collision sounded, a shock wave appeared, separating the two.

But Yeling's is light Dao. He quickly came over anyway. The knife turned a corner and rowed to qianshanji.

Qianshanji was shocked. It was too late to turn the sword for defense. He could only loosen the handle and meet it with the handle.

Poof

The handle was cut in half like wood, and the knife went through his chest.

The blood gushed out like a spring, which made qianshanji a meal. But then his eyes turned red and he let out a roar. He grabbed the back of the knife and chopped at Yeling's head.

Night Ling lenglenglengleng looked, the knife on the hand suddenly pushed.

Poof

The knife went through his throat like an arrow.

Qianshanji looked at him reluctantly, and then he fell down slowly. He died with his eyes closed.

Night Ling slowly walked past, took out the knife, did not hide the blood splashed on his body.

"Cough..."

Then he uttered a dull hum, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, people from the Colosseum quickly came up and cleaned up the field.

"This one is a talented young night Ling wins." A voice rings again.

"Next, please..."

"Wait a minute. I'll go on." Night Ling cold mouth.

"Are you sure?" The voice doubted,

"sure." Ye Ling nodded.

"Good, genius Young Night Ling another war, who will fight with him." Cried the voice.

"Wow, the boy is crazy."

"Yes, it's obvious that the injury has just been affected. I dare to come."

The people below said one after another.

Then a figure flew up again.

"Ha ha, boy, thank you for letting me win ten games in a row." This is a big man with an axe. It's a fierce one.

"Isn't he Yafu, who has won eight games in a row?"

"Yes, it's him. I didn't expect him to bully children."

"Don't say that. Yafu is just a half step spirit."

The people below became lively again and discussed in succession.

"Kid, I'm Yafu, half step fighting spirit, haha." Yafu said with a grim smile.

"Ye Ling."

Night Ling eyes a coagulation, cold looking at him.

"Ha ha, boy, you still don't admit defeat? That way you don't have to die. " Yafu laughed.

Ye Ling didn't pay any attention to him. He attacked him with the tip of his knife.

"Hey hey, it's a pity to strike first." Yafu grinned grimly and shook his head.

"Come out, bear field." See him a light roar, a two meter long earth yellow bear appeared in front of him, full of sense of strength.