After a Shura mad soldier said: "See the dragon and take off your armor",
Ding Xiaoyi's blood trembled inexplicably,
It was a long-lost fighting spirit that boiled wantonly in his chest, and the eyes of those Shura warriors began to become fiery.
Their originally pale cheeks became rosy, and their eyes became firm.
Ding Xiaoyi's whole body trembled inexplicably.
He felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and the fighting spirit in his body was rising vigorously.
"Seeing the dragon remove its armor," all the Shura warriors made a low and loud voice.
Their shallow singing was like the ancient war song,
They waved the thick swords in their hands and looked at Ding Xiaoyi with burning eyes.
Every Shura warrior is like a loyal bodyguard.
Feeling the boiling fighting spirit of every Shura warrior, Ding Xiaoyi's heart moved.
He felt as if countless past events were rushing into his mind.
He is the supreme king, the true emperor.
The blood in his body was boiling.
The thick broadsword in the hands of each Shura warrior turned into a sword with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.
"How is it possible to remove your armor when you see a dragon?"
But the Talisman Array Master in the void had a look of disbelief on his face, and he murmured in his mouth.
Except for Ning Wuzhe, even the other practitioners had doubts on their faces. They didn't know what was going on.
Ding Xiaoyi felt an eternal spark burning in his chest.
He saw the long-lost yet familiar fighting spirit from this group of Shura warriors.
That kind of fighting spirit that was like conquering the world rushed into his chest wantonly.
His eyes became warm, and this was the long-lost war song being sung.
The creatures in heaven and earth are like ants,
And they are the group of ants fighting against the sky and the gods.
This is a legacy of struggle!
Shura Kuangbing is also a kind of inheritance, they are just the afterimage of the spirit.
Although Ding Xiaoyi didn't know what happened yet, he knew that these Shura warriors seemed to know his life experience.
"Fight, fight, fight"...
Ding Xiaoyi seemed to hear a cry from ancient times,
"Boom...",
He also heard the sound of ancient war drums beating, and he seemed to feel like he was in the midst of the bloody battlefield.
There was a spiritual fighting spirit in this group of Shura warriors that fascinated him.
"boom……",
All the Shura warriors stirred up violent auras, and the rising energy shattered the linen clothes on their bodies.
Then the blood-stained armor on their bodies was revealed.
When you see a dragon, you should take off your armor. When you see a real dragon, you should take off your armor and kneel down.
Ding Xiaoyi held the iron chain as thick as a baby's fist in both hands, and he looked at this group of Shura soldiers with some helplessness.
Everywhere he looked were pieces of armor stained with blood.
Some of the armors were already riddled with holes, but they stood like pine trees without any disturbance. This is a group of real heroes, they are just a remnant of souls.
Ding Xiaoyi finally understood at this moment.
It turned out that they were coming for me, and they must have recognized me.
And who is he? He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The Shura warriors took off all their armor, and their bodies were even more scarred.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes began to blur.
He seemed to have met his most loyal bodyguard, and this group of Shura warriors also looked at him with blazing eyes.
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The silence speaks,
Everything turned around too quickly.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't calm down for a long time.
He looked at this group of Shura warriors. They were the most respectable soldiers.
There is no such thing as quiet time. It's just that someone is carrying the burden for you.
Although countless years have passed, their obsession is still there.
With their swords raised, these dozen Shura warriors walked toward Ding Xiaoyi in neat steps.
Their faces are resolute and tough,
Their eyes are hot and firm,
They are the most loyal guardians.
The remaining remnants of their souls are almost used up.
Then their bodies began to look like cracked crystals, with countless stars twinkling.
Ding Xiaoyi watched as these respected Shura warriors turned into countless stars, and the swords in their hands also turned into the bright starlight.
The fireworks are bright, but how can they compare to the eternal light of the stars?
How can the brilliant fireworks compare to the vastness of the stars?
The road is ruthless, but people are affectionate.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at all this blankly, and a crystal teardrop slipped quietly.
A dozen Shura mad soldiers turned into the starlight that filled the sky at that moment.
The starlight lingered around Ding Xiaoyi, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Ding Xiaoyi found that his heart was very painful, the kind of pain that could not be described in words.
He felt as if there was an invisible mountain pressing down on his chest.
The mountain was so high that he couldn't see the top.
This mountain is also very big, so big that he cannot see its entirety.
This mountain is unreachable, this mountain is even more insurmountable
Ding Xiaoyi knew that his life experience must be related to this mountain.
"I..., what is going on? Why have all the Shura mad soldiers disappeared one by one? Are you going to stop fighting?"
After those Shura mad soldiers disappeared,
Only then did the audience in the stands react, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
No one expected that Ding Xiaoyi, who was at a disadvantage, would turn defeat into victory, and his victory was very strange.
The battle between Ding Xiaoyi and this group of Shura warriors spread like wind across the entire killing field, and spectators from other arenas flocked to Arena A.
The Shura Kuangbing finally disappeared, but the audience who didn't know the reason were dumbfounded. They had no idea what happened.
"How could this happen?" Tang Qing had an expression of disbelief on his face, while Xue Ningshang's beautiful eyes also shone with doubt.
No one knows what the cultivation level of this group of Shura warriors is.
Because they look like humans but not humans, they look like ghosts but not ghosts,
They are just obsessions.
This obsession is just to see the person they want to see.
When they saw Ding Xiaoyi, all their obsessions disappeared.
So they turned into little bits of starlight and disappeared.
They should be back on the battlefield where they belong, they are back where they belong.
Ding Xiaoyi felt extremely heavy. He knew that his life experience must have some connection with these Shura warriors.
They know their origins, but they don't tell them.
They wanted him to find his own life experience, and he had a vague guess in his heart.
Master once said that if the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up.
In the end, the master still lied to himself, and the sky couldn't fall.
Because the sky was blocked by a high mountain, and the mountain blocking the sky was insurmountable for him.
After clearing his mind, Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and looked up at the arena.
He found the talisman
There seemed to be a slight change in Master Zhen's eyes.
He felt as if there was something in those deep eyes that he couldn't understand.
Is that expectation or something, curiosity or something?
"The fourth game ends and the fifth game begins."
Finally, the voice of the Talisman Master, without any emotion, sounded again.
The arena became silent,
The way they looked at Ding Xiaoyi began to change and became complicated.
They began to take a closer look at this little-known commoner boy. They began to take a new look at this commoner boy.
There was no suspense about the next challenge. Ding Xiaoyi fought dozens of battles on his own.
It has been many days since Ding Xiaoyi ushered in his eighty-ninth challenge, and the King of Hundred Battles is finally coming to an end.
This time it was a couple who came up, a pair of strong men with swords.
The man had a hideous scar on his face.
But that woman was extremely ugly, with thick eyebrows and a flat nose, and her mouth was huge.
This female sword cultivator was wearing a red dress and looked extremely arrogant.
"What a handsome little brother."
The extremely ugly female swordsman's face was smeared with thick rouge and gouache. She grinned, and the rouge fell down on her face.
Ding Xiaoyi, however, had an inexplicable aversion. Not only was he ugly in appearance, he also behaved in such a dissolute manner.
"Husband, you see this boy despises me."
When the extremely ugly female swordsman saw Ding Xiaoyi's contemptuous expression, she couldn't help but coquettishly said to the male swordsman beside her,
"Boy, apologize to my wife." The male swordsman with a scar on his face frowned, and then scolded Ding Xiaoyi arrogantly.
"You should stay at home if you are so ugly. It's your fault if you come out to scare people." Ding Xiaoyi said calmly to the strange couple.
Upon hearing Ding Xiaoyi's insulting words, the couple showed a cruel smile on their faces.
