Reborn Noble Prisoner

, The tyrannical factor is agitating the blue veins and blood vessels, and the blood vessels are swollen.

The viciousness of the beast coming out of the cage, perhaps, is the real intention behind King Milan Z's preparation for this BLOODY visual feast.

"Damn! I really suspect that Milan Z is not a human being!" Duan Luo couldn't help but burst out, his eyes fixed on the platinum-haired man on the ball screen who smashed the black thug's skull with his foot.

Qiu He nodded, and continued with a smile on his face: "I really look forward to the limit of non-human beings."

Xiao Sinuo narrowed his eyes, ignored them, and focused on the battle situation on the screen.

"Hey, Snow, don't you have any emotion?" Qiu He leaned over to take a look at him.

"No. I only care about my own life." Xiao Sinuo curled the corner of his lower lip coldly.

"Ah?" Qiu He was stunned, as if he didn't understand the mystery at all.

"Why do you think this king's battle is being broadcast live?" Qiao Bai said nonchalantly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Duan Luo raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Isn't it just to show King's courage and strength?"

Qiu He agreed: "That's right. In this way, our worship of the king is almost complete."

Xiao Sinuo was listening, and said coldly to Qiao Bai: "Don't pay attention to those two idiots."

Qiao Bai rubbed the corners of his brows helplessly, and said to the two: "If you don't want to be executed for a foul, just watch and emulate."

After Duan Luo thought about it, he quickly understood what Qiao Bai meant. He glanced at the prisoners in the hall, and suddenly smiled cheaply: "Fuck! Playing this game, it seems that a bunch of them are going to die again."

Qiu He's mind was not slow, and when he heard what Duan Luo said, he immediately understood.

The so-called observation means not only watching the entire competition process, but more importantly, the rules.

King is the absolute rule.

If you violate the rules, you will be killed.

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on the fighting arena.

All five black thugs were wiped out, and it took less than 5 minutes from start to finish.

Milan Z withdrew his foot from the opponent's neck, and the capable black man tilted his head and rolled directly off the granite pier.

"Boss, today's speed is a bit slow." Wes came out from behind the stone pier with a smile, a blood-red samurai sword in his hand was extremely beautiful.

"Yeah." Milan responded lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched, extremely cold and elegant, "Barely qualified experimental product."

"Ha." Weiss laughed, habitually stroked the butterfly flower print at the end of his eyes with his finger, and said to Milan, "Is it time for me to play? I'm really looking forward to your so-called ultimate fighter."

"I won't disappoint you." Milan slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers towards the sky.

In an instant, several black shadows sprang out from nowhere, without any pause in their movements, a few ups and downs, and the spinning stick directly greeted them.

Milan jumped onto the three-meter-high platform, gestured to Weiss, and smiled coldly against the sunlight.

kill.

Weiss dodged two fast attacks, threw the scabbard across his hand, held the knife and licked his dark red lips, and a murderous look appeared between his brows and eyes: "It's so cold and ruthless, Boss."

Stepping on the ground, he jumped up, his body shape changed in an instant, and the almost lost ancient ninja art appeared in the world. Cut off everyone's heads with one blow.

Milan stood on a high place, propped his chin and smiled slightly, and suddenly raised his fingers slightly, and snapped his fingers again.

The besieging people below suddenly stepped in unison, and the spinning stick twisted towards the samurai sword. The attack speed suddenly tripled, and the battle situation changed suddenly. Rub on décolleté.

"Heh, he is a man who really knows how to hold grudges." Weiss held the knife in one hand, turned around and slashed across the waist, forced to attack the opponent, kicked a person with a side leg, and leaped vertically with his body clinging to the exposed concrete. On the wall pillar, he twisted his body and turned upside down, holding the knife in both hands, spinning backwards and falling down quickly.

The besiegers were forced to back away by the light of the knife shining into their eyes, and the encirclement was broken immediately. Weiss moved quickly and flashed behind the opponent in an instant. , The blade reflected the butterfly flower print at the end of his eyes and directly smeared it: "DIE."

A strong wind swept over from behind, Weiss grabbed the corpse in front of him and threw it over, his body leaped forward, held the knife in his backhand and rolled over, without a moment of stagnation, bounced off the ground, flew sideways and kicked the opponent's chest hard .

But at this moment, the ankle was pulled hard, the samurai sword was supported on the ground, and it was pulled down, the body twisted backwards, the feet suddenly twisted around the opponent's neck, the butterfly knife was held upside down, and suddenly stabbed obliquely into the opponent's left chest.

"DIE." Weiss kicked the man away, turned over and fell to the ground, holding the knife on the ground with one hand, the back of his hand wiped the blood splattered on his face, licked the blade with the horizontal knife, and the butterfly flower marks at the end of his eyes seemed to melt The strange demons were killed, and the killing was very bloody.

Even though the fighter implanted with the "puppet worm" does not have his own thinking consciousness, he still has an instinctive fear of death. Weiss licked his blood blade and smiled at him. The only one left held his weapon but could not help but retreat two steps.

Weiss stood up slowly, held the knife vertically, and slowly clenched the handle of the knife with both hands. The long knife was horizontal in front of his eyes. He stepped on the ground with his left foot and slowly moved back a little. He smiled coolly with his mouth curled up, and then moved his feet. The figure teleported, the sun swept up, and the silver knife light instantly dazzled people's eyes.

"DIE." The long knife flicked, and a drop of blood slid down the tip of the knife.

Behind him, there was a knife mark on the man's neck, blood spurted out, his body and head were separated immediately, and he fell to the ground.

But at the same moment, the man with bewitching brows and eyes softened his left knee and fell down on his knees. He propped his long knife on the ground, slowly raised his left hand, with his back on his back, and suddenly pointed his middle finger in the direction of the high platform where Milan was standing. .

The corners of Milan's lips were raised, and his silver hair that was blown by the wind was lifted, but at the next moment, his face turned cold, and his eyes fell, and a dozen puppet fighters surrounded Wes with their attack power soaring.

His lips were slightly cold, his eyes suddenly turned silvery gray, his feet suddenly trembled, cracks spread across the stone platform instantly, he leaped into the air, and jumped down.

Almost instantly, King arrives.

It's not the speed that human beings should have at all, and it's not the strength that human beings should be. It kicked several people's internal organs with a kick.

The heroic and flamboyant man loses his elegance and becomes pure violence and blood.

The king was furious.

He picked up Weiss, who was injured on his left leg, and threw it out of the battle circle. The butterfly knife changed hands, and everything was ended with one knife.

The long knife cut through the forehead of a person, and the brain sprayed out mixed with blood, and the person was nailed to the half-collapsed stone pillar like this.

On the entire circular ball screen in the hexagonal hall, there is such a bloody and terrifying scene, and there is also the palm print of Milan Z, the king seat, which is covered in red blood.

Then, very slowly, the skull's "GAME OVER" melted into clear writing from a large wet pool of blood, and Gululu's small red bubbles almost made everyone shiver.

what happened? What is the meaning of the bloody palm print on the screen suddenly pressed by King?

The author has something to say: I don’t know if I understand it?

After Weiss killed those three people, the people who appeared later were not what Z meant at all, so the king was angry.So someone is going to be unlucky...

who is it?Who is it?

It is said that Milan himself is a bit inhuman-he has nothing to write about in his shots, he is too strong.It is true to say that he is not human.

21

021 dark line...

The light on the vault suddenly lit up, whitening the entire hall.

Qiao Bai pulled Xiao Sinuo suddenly, and took two steps back into the crowd behind him.

Xiao Sinuo looked at him sideways, slightly puzzled.

Qiao Bai's expression was very dark, he gave him a slight wink, raised his lips and said: "Someone is going to be unlucky."

Xiao Sinuo followed his gaze, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

Qiandaoren walked over wearing black leather heavy military boots, the sound of the footsteps made people's hearts sink and sink, his stern and stern face showed no expression, the authentic knife in his hand was folded, and he looked domineering and sharp The momentum forced the nearby prisoner to retreat involuntarily.

Qian Daorin's goal is obvious, it is Qiu He who is lazily leaning aside.

All of a sudden, the gazes of the audience were swishing, and almost everyone smelled an unusual aura.

However, as long as the knife of the god of death does not cut at themselves, the prisoners are happy to watch the show.

With a pause in his steps, he swung the knife and pointed it at the thin and slender chestnut-haired boy, and said in a cold voice without any ups and downs, "Take it out."

Qiu He glanced at the coldly shining tip of the knife, and slowly stood up straight, with a slight smile on his face, with a surprised expression.

"Take it out." Repeated without any emotion, Qiandaoren's eyes sharpened slightly, and the Ghost Zhandao in his hand turned very slowly, picking up the opponent's jaw.

Qiu He stared at him, seeing nothing strange, and laughed: "Sir, if you don't understand, how do I know what it is?"

Qiandaoren was silent, suddenly a sharp edge flashed in his gloomy eyes, and he swung the knife directly.

The knife that the god of death cuts down is never soft.

All the prisoners knew it well, and some even grinned extremely gloatingly.Qiu He has always been arrogant, and it is not one or two who dislike him. Many people are happy to see his beautiful head cut off with a knife.

The ghost knife fell, but the moment it cut to the shoulder and neck, there was a clang, and the sound of metal clashing was sharp and piercing. Qiu He bent his knees and kicked the wall, holding the thin, dull dagger in his backhand to hold Qiandaoren's long knife .

"Ha, this kid is brave enough, and he still dares to show it at this moment. Face the provocation and seek death." Duan Luo said calmly, with a lazy look, obviously a matter of nothing to do with himself. manner.

"If you don't take it, that knife will directly kill his head." Xiao Sinuo said coldly.