Chapter 857: The lord of the city

Lou Yi catches the nameplate thrown by the opponent. He also understands that a newcomer has almost no value, and may lose his life at any time. The easiest way to attract the attention of the city owner is to fight, and you can win by fighting. If it fails, it will naturally attract the attention of others, such as the tiger idiot who has won ninety-nine games in a row.
The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he walked straight to the No. 7 fighting platform. There was a dedicated person guarding a heavy metal door with a big seven written on it. The guard had an indifferent expression. After checking his nameplate, he opened the metal door. He said, "Go in!"
Lou Yi stepped into the back of the metal door and found a winding upward staircase. A huge stone pillar became the foundation pillar to support them. The passage was not very spacious, only about five feet, and the height was about ten feet.
Walking along it all the way up, feeling the closeness to the ground, the smell, becoming more and more intense, finally he walked out of the stairs, at this time, opposite him, there was also a person walking up at the same time .
Lou Yi felt it for a while and found that this person’s cultivation base was equivalent, and his weapon was also a knife, but the knife in this person’s hand was a short knife. Speaking of which, this short knife was his specialty. He had to use it just to hide his identity. Kind of long knife.
While he was looking at the other party, the other party was also looking at him, his eyes were very cautious, Lou Yi noticed that there was a word slave printed on his forehead, which seemed to be pressed on it with a soldering iron or something.
Countless pairs of eyes around them stared at them, and they shouted, men and women screamed like crazy, but he turned a deaf ear to all this, turned a blind eye, and only his opponent was in his eyes.
For some reason, he had a hunch that this war slave was by no means simple, and it gave him a sense of danger. Perhaps his tension was pretending to numb himself and make him careless.
At this time, a voice said, "The night kill is for the rest of your life, the battle begins, whether you live or die!"
The opponent moved as soon as the voice fell, but unlike most people, the opponent did not attack first, but protected his body with a short knife, and then quickly retreated to the edge of the arena.
The people watching the game made harsh sounds, Lou Yi had to temporarily shield these sounds. He listened to his gasps, so calm, without the slightest disturbance.
He stood there untouched, wanting to see what this called Yu Sheng could do, or what he wanted to do...
The other party saw that he did not come forward to attack, and there was obviously a hint of surprise in his eyes. In his impression, as long as he retreated, those people would be eager to kill them, so that he could take advantage of his failure and take his life. .
What he is proud of is not strength, but speed. However, in the game, no one will tell you specifically what kind of spiritual vein he is. You need to master all this.
However, the person in front of him was too weird. He didn't do anything, just looking at himself, which made him feel a little pressure, because the other party was too calm, his breathing didn't even change a little, so calm. Leisure can only explain one thing, the other party has no fear.
Yu Sheng secretly cursed in the bottom of my heart that such an opponent is the least he wants to face, and even the most difficult one he thinks, but since the opponent is unwilling to take the bait, then why do you pretend to be cowardly, let him become careless, and then surprise him Its life.
Stepping forward cautiously, with a clear look of fear in his eyes, even the hand holding the short knife trembling slightly, no matter how you look at it, the rest of his life at this time will look like a weak chicken.
However, Lou Yi just stayed unmoved and even closed his eyes in front of him, which made the rest of his life very irritated. This bastard, called the night kill, did not play the cards according to the routine. It seems that he can only do it hard. Up.
The figure flashed, Yu Sheng's speed suddenly increased, like a shadow, it instantly slammed in front of Building B, and the outside audience uttered harsh cheers, as if Yu Sheng's short knife stretched out at this moment has already ended the arrogant guy opposite him. .
However, at this moment, Lou Yi's eyes suddenly opened, and the two of them met with each other. For the rest of his life, seeing Lou Yi on the opposite side was actually smiling, there was a thud in his heart, and only an orange light flashed.
It was obviously his first hand, and he used a short knife, but why...?
With incomprehension and doubt, he looked at the orange light that struck his brow bone and cut his body. The scenery in front of him changed, the world was divided into two, and he fell forever. Down.
Lou Yi threw off the blood from the knife, looked at the corpse on the ground, and muttered to himself, "Too weak..."
Looking up at the surroundings, the original noisy voice suddenly became quiet. At this moment, the needle dropped was audible, but the next moment there was a stronger shout, but this time everyone’s excitement fell on the people standing in the field. This rough man with scars.
Lou Yi raised the knife in his hand and laughed presumptuously, only he turned back and walked back to the reopened tunnel, slowly disappearing from the audience's sight.
After that, he won ten battles and ten wins, and all of them were killed by a single knife, so the name of Night Kill was gradually established, and Lou B's goal was slowly approaching, because every time he played, there would always be someone He was watching him silently, and he knew that although these people were different, they all accepted the people of Dingjun City Lord.
There is an unwritten rule in the battlefield, that is, a fighter or slave who has won all ten battles will be promoted to a high-level fighter, enjoy better treatment, and can freely choose how to fight with the opponent.
In order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, he chooses the battle of life and death every time he fights. The higher the ranking, the more difficult the battle. However, for him, the opponent still kills with one blow, as if in the same rank, he is unrivaled.
Forty-nine battles were won, allowing the audience in the slave arena to witness the birth of another strong man. They became fanatical and worshipped night killings. Every night, the audience was always full of seats and even started. It's hard to get a vote.
Finally, the fiftieth battle came. The fifty wins and losses were to witness the process of a strong man becoming a legend, because from this moment on, he had to face an opponent who was a little higher than himself.
In other words, Lou Yi's next opponent will be the existence in the later stage of the integration...
Habitually stepped up the rotating staircase, slowly appeared in the sight of everyone, the crowd came fierce cheers, but today is a little different, because only a few of the audience's eyes are looking at him, more eyes are Staring at his opponent.
Lou Yi raised his eyes and swept across, a man who was similar to him, carrying a heavy saber in his hand, a fierce scar, from the top of his left head to the bottom of his right chin, and stretched all the way. On the right chest.
This scar is extremely hideous, and even makes this person's expression out of his own control. His mouth is slanted and cracked, revealing his mouth full of yellow teeth, and a little saliva drips from the corners of the collapsed lips.
This person's eyes are terrible. They are a pair of eyes that are accustomed to seeing life and death. He must often face the battle of life and death, and has long been used to the distance between life and death!
At this moment, he stared at Lou Yi with a terrible smile, Lou Yi secretly said in his heart, "It's really different..."
However, the voice of the person who announced the beginning at the next moment made him a little bit dumbfounded, because the opponent he was facing at this moment, his name was Scar, which was the name he wanted to try in the first place, and it was also before he entered here. , The person seen on the outer wall.
Lou Yi sighed that fate is really interesting. He didn't expect that he didn't become Scar, but he met this person called Scar. He looked at each other and said with a smile, "We are very fate!"
Scarface smiled more horribly, and he sarcastically said in a less clear voice, "Four (yes)...?"
At the moment when the battle started, someone suddenly descended on the arena. A large group of monks surrounded the figure, and the city lord Liu Tang finally couldn't bear it and came here in person.
He was very excited at the moment, and this battle was personally arranged by him. It stands to reason that a player with such strength as Scar is already in the top category, and it is absolutely impossible to appear in this situation.
But Liu Tang made arrangements like this, because he was so excited at the moment, he seemed to see a second tiger idiot, a dazzling legend, about to be born at this time, if this night kill can kill the scar, then he will personally recruit The other party, give the other party enough benefits, as long as the conditions allow, he can also mention it casually.
It doesn't matter if he fails, Liu Tang has already greeted him so that the scar can't hurt his life. Such a good player, as long as time, is a unique existence, for which he can spend a lot of money.
In a word~EbookFREE.me~ Regardless of whether he wins or loses in this battle, Liu Tang will decide to kill him at night!
It seems that Lou Yi's goal has been achieved, but after the scar is removed, he felt it the first time the opponent came. At this moment, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, looking at the scar on the opposite side.
"Let me see how many kilograms of this top fighter exists..." he muttered to himself.
When the wind blows, the scar is blowing in the wind, and the true vitality turns into a dust storm. Lou Yi holds the knife to resist, feeling the heavier and heavier rusticity around him. He seems to understand that this scar holds the last kind of soil. The power is the power of sand and dust.
Coupled with the weapon in the opponent’s hand, it is enough to prove that this scar is a monk from Xizhou, and this person is very strong. Every grain of sand in this place is enough to penetrate the body of the monk, and with the truth of the opponent With the constant exertion of Yuanli, this effect is constantly strengthening.
Just when Lou Yi felt the power of the opponent's sand power, Liu Tang's eyebrows slowly frowned. He looked at the dust in the venue and said in a cold voice, "Is this scar too tired? Breach my promise!"