Chapter 1293: Rigging

"Is this silver killer a super genius? Can he leapfrog and challenge high-level monks?"
"It's very possible, if not, he couldn't have killed a monk of the same realm so easily!"
The audience was silent in the scene where the Tianzun on the Bailijing side was killed in a second. They had no idea that this silver killer was not Tianzun at all, but a saint.
"Damn, you dare to kill this young man's men, you are dead, no one can save you today!"
Baili turned blue with prosperity, pointed at the silver killer and roared loudly, and then he said to the other three people around him: "Please help me from the golden darts!"
"Brother Baili is polite, today I am waiting to do my best to find this place for you!"
A monk at the Golden Dart Gate arched his hand and said, judging from his name for Bailijing, this person's position in the Golden Dart Gate is also extraordinary.
However, even though he agreed to Bailijing's words, his expression was full of jealousy.
Obviously, the silver killer's spike-kill attack just now made him feel the pressure.
The challenger, who was pretending to be a slave, never said a word. He is the only person on Bailijing who knows the inside story, and he also understands that no matter how hard the people around him work hard, it will only be a trick.
Because, this is basically a battle that is decided by default.
"Haha, these clowns are really interesting, they think they have a chance to comeback!"
In the Tianzi VIP room, Su Fan jokingly laughed. He looked at the good play set by himself and found it very interesting.
"Haha, what the lord said is extremely true!"
Jia Lu bent over and smiled, but his heart became more and more depressed.
Because, apart from a few locations in Brother Town, Jia's industry also has many strongholds in other external towns.
Among them, some of the Jia family's properties are located in areas where Jinbiaomen and Huiwu Gang activities are relatively frequent.
Therefore, if Bailijing and others died in the Jia's Colosseum.
I am afraid that in the first time, those outside industries of the Jia family will be severely damaged by the Golden Dart Gate and the Huiwu Gang.
In the arena, the second round of battle started again.
After seeing the silver killer's power with his own eyes, Bailijing and the four others hugged into a group, and at the same time rushed towards the silver killer.
They didn't dare to be careless this time, because apart from Bailijing, none of the other three had too outstanding combat power.
While Bailijing was the main attacker, he believed that the silver killer should only be better than himself.
After all, he had also killed the Celestial Venerable at the same level in a short period of time.
"A bunch of trash, do you think it's useful if you join together? Just die for me!"
The silver killer didn't put Bailijing and the others in his eyes at all. He seemed to be bored with this kind of boring game. With a stroke of his figure, he quickly walked in front of Bailijing and the others.
"What! This is impossible!"
"How could Tianzun have such a fast speed!"
Bailijing and others cried out in exclamation, just watched the silver killer sticking over.
"The silver moon is like a hook!"
In the next moment, the silver killer directly launched his martial arts and slapped it down with a palm, as if a crescent moon hanging high in the sky fell from the sky!
boom!
In an instant, the brilliance of the silver moon fell on all corners of the ring, and the other three people around Bailijing did not even call out, they were crushed into powder!
And Bailijing, because of a defensive weapon on his body, survived this blow.
However, Bailijing was also uncomfortable, his defensive weapon was already covered with moire patterns.
It is estimated that if the Silver Assassin makes two such attacks, Bailijing will completely fall into this ring.
"What? Three more died!"
"No, this is a holy skill, this silver assassin is not a god, he is a soul saint!"
The audience stood up in surprise. Some of them had discovered that the martial arts used by the silver killer turned out to be holy skills!
"Damn it! This death row is actually a saint, and he hides it too deep!"
"It's over, I have lost all of my belongings!"
"No wonder those saint kings will vote on death row to win, they must have seen through this silver killer's cultivation base!"
Those who voted for Bailijing to win, almost vomited blood three liters of anger.
They originally thought they would make a lot of money, but they didn't expect to lose all of their money!
Tianzun challenges the Soul Sage, what is the difference between this and death?
"You...you are the soul saint!"
On the ring, Bailijing looked at the silver killer with surprise and anger. No matter how stupid he was, he understood that he had kicked the iron this time!
He turned his head, staring at the slave posing as a challenger, and angrily said: "You dog, you dare to harm this son, and this son will drag you to bury you even if you die!"
"The villain is a horrible life, even if the son of Baili takes it, anyway, the villain is just a slave!"
The slave said stiffly. Now that he has assumed this identity, he knows that his ultimate end will only be a dead end.
Anyway, they will die, and it will be the same in anyone's hands.
"What? Are you a slave?"
Bailijing's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.
At this time, he realized that something was wrong.
Because, if this person is a slave, then who is the sacred silver killer standing opposite him?
"Humble minion, you have too much nonsense!"
The silver killer said coldly, lowering his voice as much as possible to ensure that only the people in the ring could hear him.
"So you are from the Colosseum!"
Hearing the tone of the silver killer speaking to the slave, Bailijing instantly understood the silver killer's true identity.
"You are actually manipulating the gambling game in secret!"
Baili was so prosperous that he yelled on the spot, wanting to be heard by the audience outside.
However, his voice did not spread as he wanted.
Because, under the cover of Su Fan's spiritual force field, the space in the arena has long been isolated from the stands.
This is the benefit of condensing the prototype of the godhead, and the mental power that Su Fan has consumed now can generally be replenished immediately in a short time.
"How could this be?"
At this time, Bailijing also found that his voice could not be transmitted at all. It was like a high wall built around him, blocking his sound waves in the ring.
The Silver Assassin didn't have any scruples because he had discovered this a long time ago.
Wu Dongsheng was completely surprised and speechless. Although he participated in this battle, he was basically just a spectator on the side during the whole battle.
At this moment, he had also guessed that this silver killer was from the Colosseum.
"Bailijing, don't blame me. Someone above stated that you must die. That person, even my boss, dare not offend me casually, so I have to wrong you for the next trip to the underworld!"
The silver killer said in a cold voice, raising his arm, and the pale golden holy power in his palm began to gather slowly.