In the north of the North District, everyone is still fighting.
But in the southern area behind the human wall, many people were frightened by the powerful Xu Shao.
Yes, he is too strong!
Bikong is a top-level player. In the first few Tianluo battles, he even got the good result of being in the top three without dying.
The metallic properties of a solid body, like a golden sword, gave him a fully-armed armor through the spiritual energy, allowing him to forget his worries and be invincible during a sneak attack.
But put it in front of Mr. Xu...
A slap, gone?
There are too many people paying attention to Mr. Xu.
Everyone thought this was a semi-saint heir, but when they entered the scene, they discovered that this was a young boy who had never seen blood.
But once he went up to attack, he found that the attacker seemed to be turned into paper, and he was helpless in front of Mr. Xu.
Is it an illusion?
"You feel that right, I was the one who hit you." Xu Xiaoshou shook his right palm, indicating that he hit you with this part.
Bikong, who was attacked by surprise, was completely stunned.
He immediately realized that what he was fighting in front of him was not as fragile as he imagined.
The other party is truly a semi-saint successor.
Even though it may look a little thinner, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. How can he easily provoke such a being?
"Walk!"
With a cry in his heart, Bikong's figure immediately dimmed.
His escape skills are extremely powerful!
Otherwise, he would not have chosen to become an assassin instead of pursuing the development path of hard steel and unfailing metallicity.
With a "swipe" sound, Bikong turned around and his figure swayed.
He felt that his soul moved several feet away in an instant, away from Mr. Xu's attack.
But as far as the naked eye could see, those companions with stunned faces were still stuck in place.
The distance between them and me is not much different from before I used the escape technique!
"Well."
Bikong suddenly felt that his neck was a little tight, as if it was being strangled by something, and when he fluttered his feet, he was still empty.
? ? ?
"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."
"Yes, you are still in my hands."
Xu Xiaoshou's voice was indifferent, like the god of death who dominates the world. He grabbed the guy who dared to sneak up on him like a chicken and lifted him up in the air without ceremony.
"kill!"
"die!"
"Blow it up for me!"
"..."
The noise is still there.
Those people who were blinded by violent animal desires were still waving the death scythe not far away, harvesting each other's lives.
Hesitation flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes.
It wasn't the first time he saw blood, it was just the first time he saw such a crazy bloody slaughterhouse.
At this time, after his mind stabilized, he was able to be completely undisturbed by external forces.
But being here, facing someone who wanted to attack him to death, Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't help but have a philosophical problem flashing through his mind.
kill? do not kill? this is a problem.
"die!"
But while Xu Xiaoshou was in a daze, Bikong in his hand keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.
As a hunter, even if he sometimes falls for the prey, he can always escape from adversity, relying on his survival instinct.
"Golden Wheel Dance!"
A magnificent golden light exploded from Bikong's body.
This is a superb spiritual skill that shocks the opponent, and can always save lives at critical moments.
In the past, even if he was caught by his prey, Bikong could always rely on this technique to shake the opponent away slightly, and then rely on the opponent's momentary loss of consciousness to fight back and kill him.
According to experience, the moment the "Golden Wheel Dance" shook away, Bikong turned his head at the speed of light. At the same time, the dagger in his hand slipped out again and stabbed back unceremoniously.
Even without the use of spiritual thoughts, Bikong can clearly know based on many years of counter-killing experience...
The place where the dagger falls must be the heart!
"Click——"
But reality always runs counter to fantasy, even this sudden voice is so special.
After all, the images he expected were not perfectly presented, and he even died in battle in just the first step.
The Golden Wheel Dance, the peak innate spiritual skill, could not even explode Mr. Xu's fair and tender hands...
No!
To say it exploded would be an exaggeration.
In fact, what everyone on the side saw was just a flash of golden light on Bikong's body and Shao Xu's clothes shaking.
But the hand holding the chicken didn't even tremble at all.
And within the confinement of the deadlock, Bikong subconsciously chose to turn his head 180 degrees...
"cough!"
"Ahem, uh... cough!"
The widened pupils protruded outward, and the veins in his neck that bulged out from the pain were dyed bright red under the overflow of thick blood.
Bikong finally realized that the sound just now was not the sound of a dagger entering flesh, but the sound of cracking bones, coming from his neck.
"Why bother?"
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the guy who turned his back to him but turned his head forcefully, and sighed softly, "I haven't decided whether to kill you yet, so it's better for you to end it yourself."
Boom!
The corpse lying on the ground, looking up at the sky at a weird angle, finally lost all traces of life as it trembled weaker and weaker.
Xu Xiaoshou knew that a small turn of his head would not kill this guy.
No matter what happens, with his innate vitality, he can still use elixirs to save himself.
But if you want to blame it, blame it on this guy's concussive spiritual skill, Golden Wheel Dance.
"Strong", "toughness", "anti-shock", "sharp"...
As long as he imprisons the opponent with his passive skills, how can he tolerate the enemy's resistance?
The other party's Golden Wheel Dance was not even able to activate his "Endless Life", but his neck bone was shattered and he died due to the force of the counter-shock.
In Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, the cause of death was so clear.
But all this incredible thing is inconceivable in the eyes of others.
"Dead, dead?"
"Why did he die? He was Bikong. Didn't he use the Golden Wheel Dance? Why did he..."
"Suicide?"
"Are you kidding me? Because Bikong couldn't shock his opponent with the golden wheel dance, he chose to commit suicide out of shame and anger?"
"I'm confused!"
Not only the onlookers were stunned, but everyone in the audience was also shocked by this Xu Shao's first hand.
That is the descendant of the Semi-Saint.
It can be said that since the beginning of his appearance, he has been the most watched existence in the entire Tianluo Field.
Who doesn't want to see with their own eyes the methods of a semi-saint descendant.
However, the reality presented to them was that Young Master Xu seemed to be destroying himself like a moth to a flame before he even started to take action.
"Let's fight the match-fixing! Is he Bikong? I can't help but hope he can enter the top ten. Is this guy crazy?"
"What did he do when he pounced on him? Couldn't he be more cautious? Is he the one who can handle the Semi-Saint Successor?"
"Fame and fortune are what the world is chasing... It is precisely because the successor of the Semi-Saint has entered this unpredictable place of life and death that more and more people want to step on this stepping stone and climb to the top to look out."
"That's not the case. How can anyone reach the top like this? I even suspect that this guy was bribed by Master Xu in advance to scare others with his death, so that others would not dare to take action against Master Xu in the early stages of the Tianluo War."
"Then you are really imaginative. Why would he even risk his life?"
"This...I don't know."
The audience was obviously stunned by this sudden hand.
Some people thought that when the semi-saint heir came on stage, he would wreak havoc on the audience and massacre people; some people thought that the slut Xu Shao would fall into the sky and be beaten by thousands of beasts...
However, such a result was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.
After much deliberation, it seemed that the closest thing to the cause of Bikong's death was the first sound of surprise.
But……
"suicide?"
——It’s simply ridiculous!
…
"Under suspicion, passive value, +4151."
"Being guessed, passive value, +3348."
"Attracting attention, passive value, +6687."
The information column counts without any emotion.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dead body in front of him with his head turned away, feeling as if something was coming to his mind.
"This is a cruel world. We can have the principle of 'I will not offend others unless they offend me', but without the awareness of 'I will offend others if they offend me', death will be a matter of time."
He was just an innate... With half averted eyes, Xu Xiaoshou truly calmed down, and even his heartbeat returned to normal.
At this moment, he was in this arena, and he felt like he was strolling in a garden. It seemed that this arena was like a private backyard, and that human life was like a piece of grass.
Weeds can grow.
But if it grows too much, just pull it out.
"Want to kill me?"
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly raised his head, with a smile on his face, "Come on, whoever can really make me bleed, I will reward him with ten thousand spirit crystals! Whoever can kill my arm, I will reward him with hundreds of spirit crystals. Ten thousand!"
"hiss--"
There were exclamations from outside the stadium, and they were the sounds of being shocked and gasping for air.
"Is this Mr. Xu crazy?"
"What is he doing? Does he know what he is doing?"
"This is a gladiatorial arena!"
Yes.
This is the arena.
At any slightest movement, an ice blade may disappear.
In this place, let alone scratching the skin, it is very possible to look back and be inexplicably looked down upon.
He was so choked, where did he have the courage to offer a huge reward for a drop of his own blood or an arm?
"He's looking for death!"
The audience went crazy and wanted to rush onto the field to participate in this bounty battle.
But looking at the players in the arena, they were all trembling and cowering, not daring to step forward.
"Come on!"
"Are you afraid?"
"On weekdays, everyone is willing to give up this or that for spiritual crystals, even their lives. Now that the opportunity is in front of you, why are you so cowardly?"
"Are you so scared that the spiritual crystals can't arouse your fighting spirit? You're a bunch of cowards!"
The audience was yelling.
However, no one knew that it was not that the people in the field did not want to move, but that almost half of the people in the North District were suppressed by the inexplicable aura of Mr. Xu's wanton attitude.
The North District seems to have an extra gravity field.
Some people were obviously not in front of Mr. Xu, but were still fighting with their opponents, but their movements were pulled by an inexplicable force and slowed down significantly.
Even the trajectory of a sword strike has become so traceable.
"momentum?"
Xu Xiaoshou was keenly aware of something, this was "swallowing mountains and rivers with anger"!
He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
These guys are too weak, right?
With just one word, can he completely restrict the actions of these beast-blooded guys with just their momentum?
But it was also at this time that he finally realized how big the gap between himself and his normal peers was.
Passive skills are basically invincible at the same level!
No chance!
"Xu, Mr. Xu..."
"Help!"
Xu Xiaoshou grinned on his own to destroy the momentum, and at the same time as he suppressed his mood again, several exclamations came from behind him.
As everyone trembled and regained their mobility, they all looked towards the source of the sound.
But they saw a young man in linen clothes running over from that place. He was holding a wooden sword in one hand and a saucer in the other. On top of the saucer, there was a steaming teapot and a golden teacup.
This guy was tossing and turning, rolling or crawling, his body and face covered with blood from flying.
But he managed to escape from the crowd of people chasing him from behind, managed to maintain the balance of the saucer, and rushed in front of Mr. Xu, breathing heavily.
"Why did you come in too?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
This Xiao Wanfeng dared to mess around in this place even if he was risking his life?
"Brother Xiao Xin, it's Brother Xiao Xin..."
Xiao Wanfeng's face was full of grievances, and he was full of bitterness and wanted to vomit without having time to breathe. But when the words of complaint came to his lips, he suddenly became serious and raised the saucer in front of Xu Xiaoshou.
"It is my duty to serve tea and pour water. How can I make Mr. Xu thirsty?"
Xu Xiaoshou:? ? ?
He held the teacup in a daze, wanting to probe the boy's forehead to see if he had a fever, but his eyes were quickly attracted by a group of people chasing behind him.
These people were obviously pursued from another studio in the North District. As for the target, there was no doubt that it was Xiao Wanfeng.
"How did you escape?" Xu Xiaoshou was surprised.
This guy is not even a spiritual refiner, how can he move freely in this slaughterhouse?
"Perception" focuses on replaying scenes from other places in the previous moments at once.
After Xiao Wanfeng entered the arena, he started his great escape as soon as the game started.
A large group of people were chasing him, but he was able to dodge them all with his body skills. There was something strange about his identity, and there was something real about the mystery.
——Rich in Taoist charm!
Xiao Wanfeng seemed to have used a soft sword on himself, holding it between the left ax and the right knife, like a dragon swimming in the water, without getting wet.
"Good guy..."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood why this kid could brave the Pixiu Mountain without dying, and why he could grow so big after walking through dangerous terrain for so many years.
Although he does not have a sword body, he does not have the qualifications to refine spirits.
But his understanding of the way of swordsmanship is probably as he described it... Once you learn it, you really have learned it!
"The sword and the man are one..."
Xu Xiaoshou felt like he had caught a treasure.
He smiled at the outsiders who did not dare to pursue them because of Young Master Xu's identity, then looked back at the cowards who had been frightened by someone's suicide before, and hatched a plan.
"Everyone."
In the midst of the chaos, Xu Xiaoshouxin held the teacup in his hand and took a sip, feeling as if he was calm and calm among thousands of troops.
He looked around, put down the tea cup, and then said to everyone: "What I said earlier also applies to this kid. One drop of blood, ten thousand spiritual crystals, one arm, one million spiritual crystals!"
Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish kicking him, he felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard this.
There was no blood on his face in an instant, and he was as pale as paper, as if he wanted to hide all the precious blood worth millions in the deepest part of his body.
Immediately, the jammed head was raised mechanically, the pupils were trembling, and the eyes were bulging as if they wanted to suck out the soul of Mr. Xu on his head.
"Xi Xixi... Auntie, I'm afraid Ni is joking!"
