I broke my sleeves with the son

boom--! !

A person flew sideways from the opposite stone wall and fell to the ground. Because of the undiminished momentum, he slid on the ground for a certain distance, and finally stopped at the bottom of the stone steps. He stared angrily and vomited out a bright red mouthful while clutching his chest. The color of blood, the blood spread all over the chin in an instant, soaking the black neckline.

He fixed his eyes on the stands, and said something bitterly, but in the end he couldn't hold on, his head tilted, and he passed out.

But even if he passed out, the others didn't do anything to rescue him, just let him lie there.

In the end, the old man who said that he couldn't see the bleeding raised his chin, and a few attendants came out of the hall, and carried the unconscious man back for treatment.

Fiji's eyelids twitched violently when he saw that person talking bitterly. He probably could read some lips, so he could clearly see the word "Jiang Luoqing" that the person who spit blood said silently. clearly.

Fiji glanced at the stands, wondering if it was an illusion, he always felt that most of the people above were looking at the opposite side.

He listened intently, but only heard the sound of weapons colliding, and heard nothing else.He glanced over the people who were seriously competing, and there were only seven or eight people present, not too many.

Fiji concentrates, raises his hands slightly, and the internal force hovers from his palms. The movement on his side attracts a lot of attention. The people responded in a hurry, but they were kicked out of the arena. They didn't hurt too much, and they were only sent off the arena.

There were still five or six people left, Fiji raised his hand, and the others looked at each other, knowing that they couldn't hide, they joined forces to attack.

Fiji is not afraid, he even thinks it is faster and saves time.Swift movements, lightness kung fu so fast that people can't see clearly, and heavy fists, Fiji has not used his best swordsmanship, and he is the only one left on the stage.

After finishing the competition on his side, he couldn't wait to get off the competition stage to see his junior brother, but the scene where he saw his blood turned cold.

Compared with the clean martial arts arena over there, this place can be said to be purgatory.

There were a few people lying dead or alive on the competition stage, lying in a pool of blood with blood on their faces, while the rest of the dozen or so people were still fighting.

There were a few awkward people standing under the competition stage, who looked like they had just come down from the competition stage. They looked at Fiji approaching from the opposite side in surprise, and they knew in their hearts that he had a good relationship with Jiang Luoqing. He came over safely, feeling unavoidably timid in his heart.

Fiji didn't have any extra thoughts to watch them at the moment.

Jiang Luoqing was besieged by three people, and the original color of the blue shirt on her body could no longer be seen. It was a particularly strange and blood-sucking color, which made people shudder just by looking at it.

Jiang Luoqing was wearing that suit, and his expression was unprecedented, as if looking at a dead person.

He had a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other, and the two swords were stained with blood. Someone finally found a chance and pierced his arm holding the short sword with a sword.

His face twisted slightly, and then he leaned back, the sword protruded a little from his shoulder, he groaned, turned his wrist, and the bloody pieces of meat hanging on his long sword were picked forward, and he swiped Slit the throat of the man who rushed up.

The long sword in Jiang Luoqing's hand fell to the ground, and the man whose throat was cut was covering his neck and staring hard, and slowly knelt down on the ground in disbelief.

A sharp wind came from behind, and he dodged sideways instinctively, only to see a long sword attacking across the air, he barely blocked it with the short sword vertically, but the long sword was still going to press down relentlessly.

Fiji finally saw clearly what Jiang Luoqing's mouth was moving, and he was saying, "I admit defeat."

He kept talking and talking about admitting defeat, and wanted to leave, but no one paid attention to him.

Fiji's eyes were red. He raised his hand, and the fan flew out of his hand, directly breaking two fingers of the person holding the sword.

He didn't mind carefully wrapping the blood-stained person in his arms, looked at the people around him bitterly, and said through gritted teeth: "Didn't you hear that he said he had surrendered! He kept saying it over and over again! You are all deaf!" Is it? Or are you taking this fairy society as a joke!"

As soon as he spoke, the surroundings became quiet, not because of what he said, but because of the internal force swaying from his body, no one dared to speak.

"Boy, it's not time for you to be arrogant here, and you're jumping up before the competition is over here, what do you mean?"

The old man's words came directly to Fiji with his internal energy, he headed forward without any fear, the two internal forces were loaded head-on, and exploded, shocking those with weak skills around him fell to the ground with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Huh? Interesting." The old man who was drinking patted his clothes, stood up, and was about to get off the drum to meet this brat in person for a while, but the kid who was holding him said loudly: "This old man Sir! It’s already 25 out of one, so it’s enough to compare with this side, right?”

The old man stroked his beard and knew what this man was thinking, he didn't follow suit, he just said: "The words are correct, but the 25 people here haven't come out yet, so it doesn't make sense for you to go in."

Fiji glanced at the dozen or so people here, and unexpectedly a few injured people couldn't bear his gaze, and hurried off the arena, and there were eight or nine people left.

He raised his head and said in a loud voice: "Then let me fight with them, and only one person will win in the end, wouldn't it be better?"

Before the old man could say whether it was good or bad, he heard him continue: "Anyway, it doesn't make much difference. Instead of waiting for them to produce one person and wasting time, it's better to get one out of a dozen now!"

These words were resounding and arrogant, the old man frowned and thought for a while, then laughed loudly, he said: "You guys are right! Then you all come!"

Fiji lowered his eyes and looked around, looking at him with eyes full of excitement and fear.

Fiji knew very well that it would not be easy for him to defeat these people. Compared with his people, the people here had seen blood and their emotions were all provoked, even if they were desperate people.

What's more, he was carrying Jiang Luoqing with him, and there was a whispering sound in his ear, but what he heard was a faint sound when he listened to it.

"I admit defeat, admit defeat...get out, I want to go out..."

There was no warning in Fiji's heart, he said softly, "It's all right, Junior Brother."

He glanced at the people around him, and used his internal force to cut off the long sword on Jiang Luoqing's shoulder, and then put him on the steps of the martial arts platform. Fiji couldn't go down the steps, and he would consider himself defeated if he went down, so he could only put Jiang Luoqing first. Luo Qing put it there.

The people around watched what he did in silence, neither supported nor stopped him.