"Who said I don't have weapons?" Feng Chuan said disdainfully, and then half-cut the sword faced the man who was running, and slashed down. The man had no time to dodge, and the broken sword cut a big hole on his forehead, and blood flowed out of the big hole. Feng Chuan pushed forward gently, and the man fell down like a piece of wood, looking like there was only air coming out but no air coming out.

This scene undoubtedly stimulated the audience's nerves. They shouted like crazy, hoping that the battle in the yellow sand would be a little more intense.

The remaining four people already knew that the handsome young man in front of him was their biggest opponent this time. Now, they could only win a glimmer of victory by working together. Feng Chuan looked at the slave who had just fallen to the ground coldly. He did not expect that such a strong man would be so careless. Worrying that he would cause unnecessary casualties, Feng Chuan threw the half-cut sword in his hand to the ground.

When the broken sword fell on the grass, it did not make any sound. The remaining four slaves had rushed forward at the same time. They had a strong sense of hostility in their eyes and had never thought about the young man in front of them at all.

Feng Chuan's face did not change his expression. He activated the third "fast" again. When the four people rushed over, Feng Chuan instantly walked behind them, and then raised his palm swords with both hands, "Bapa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

"Crack, Crack." The subtle and continuous sound of bone damage was completely swallowed by the sounds in the stands. The remaining four slaves each covered their backs, rolling on the yellow sand in pain. They curled up, held their hands tightly, and kicked around, just like four rats before they died.

With this move, Feng Chuan brought down the last four slaves at the same time. There is no doubt that the champion of the first level of the Jilei Battlefield has emerged! The winner is the boy who was proudly in the yellow sand. Someone in the stands shouted out the name "10,000", and then the overwhelming cheers swept over, and the cheers of "10,000" resounded throughout Xuyang City, reaching the sky.

Since she bought Feng Chuan back, Yang Shanshan felt like she couldn't raise her head. It was not until now that she finally stood up. She stood up in the stands and smiled proudly. The two dimples on her face looked like beautiful buds.

Although he knew that the cheers in the stands were all given to him, Feng Chuan really didn't like the name "10,000". All the cheers changed into his ears, and seemed to be particularly harsh. He shook his head and turned toward the direction of the iron fence he walked out. He quickly estimated in his heart that the five hundred geebe who appeared and the one thousand five hundred geebe who won, a total of two thousand geebes, but it seemed that it was not enough. More importantly, Feng Chuan was not happy at all in the seemingly fierce melee just now...

Back in the original basement, both the guards and slaves inside congratulated Feng Chuan, except for the one squatting in the corner of the wall. The man was Qingtian, who was extremely tall. Feng Chuan had just felt a fight, and he was still unsatisfied and deliberately walked past the corner of the wall. As expected, Qingtian, who was squatting, suddenly roared: "Isn't it just winning the first-level game? What's the point of showing off? A two-legged sheep is a two-legged sheep, so it's worthy of such a victory."

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Feng Chuan stopped moving forward and said angrily: "Don't forget that you are a two-legged sheep now. Someone will come to destroy you sooner or later if someone is a bastard like you."

Qingtian sneered disdainfully: "Today's third-level game on the battlefield of Jile, as long as I win, the master will give me freedom."

Feng Chuan gave him a blank look: "Then first you have to win, and if you can't do it well, someone will destroy you today."

Qingtian grinned: "Who will destroy me? Are you? If you have the guts, come on stage and see who destroyed whom we have."

At this moment, the second match on the yellow sand has begun. This time, there are a total of six slaves. They also fight regardless of the main or the order, and they will persist until the end to be the winner. The deafening shouts echoed over the battlefield of the Pure Land again. The sound reached the basement where Feng Chuan was located, stirring on the walls made of earth and rocks, forming circles of three-dimensional sounds.

Feng Chuan was walking slowly. At this moment, he really wanted to sign up for himself again and return to the battlefield of Pure Land, and legitimately killed this slave named Qingtian under his body. But he was still worried that he would be too slap in his eyes and let the bounty hunters of the scorched earth continent discover their whereabouts. But despite his concerns, there are three factors that push Feng Chuan forward bravely. First, it is naturally Qingtian who is looking for death; second, because one can earn more money by fighting the battlefield of Pure Land; third, because Feng Chuan is still not satisfied now, and the shouts of killing outside are shocking. How can Feng Chuan, as a warrior, hold back?

There is another key question, that is, is it still time to sign up for the third level competition now...

Feng Chuan found the guard who had previously tried to fight and told the guard that he wanted to register now. The guard said that the registration must be passed by your master. Feng Chuan asked the guard to inform the Yang family, saying that he wanted to participate in the third level competition now and was confident that he would win more prizes for the Yang family. The guard was still a little hesitant. He said that the personnel in the third level competition were full, and it might not be too late now, but Feng Chuan's words strengthened the guard's determination. The sentence said this: I will clean up the person named Qingtian during the third level competition, so that you don't have to worry about him coming to cause trouble.

Looking at the guard's back running away quickly, Feng Chuanxin guessed that the person named Qingtian must have offended many people. Although he was arrogant and domineering, his strength should be not weak. Otherwise, he would have made a big fuss in the basement, and the slaves would have attacked him long ago.

About thirty minutes later, the guard ran back with sweat on his head. He said excitedly: "It's reported, it's reported. I didn't report it, but the leader Xiao Tianyi directly approved that today's third-level competition will add another quota."

Hearing this, Feng Chuan had not spoken yet, but the one named Qingtian said first: "If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you have no way to break in hell, I was still thinking about the record of killing a hundred people. Who should be killed when the 100th is here, now it seems that there is no need to consider it."

Feng Chuan said disdainfully: "The ninety-nine who were killed by you before are all slaves as pitiful as you. What are you so-called killing of a hundred people or a thousand people like you?
Chapter completed!