The cold and powerful light coming from behind finally woke Peng Xiao from the stimulation of pain, and he had to make a counterattack with firing conditions, but... it was too late, it was over. Since he had just encountered a sneak attack, his fate was already destined. "This article is provided by e"

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The cold blade penetrated from the back of the neck and the mouth was poked out, and the sticky blood and yellow and white objects splattered, and the sad and beautiful bright red stained the sadness of the ground.

His eyes suddenly widened, and Peng Xiao's body also stiffened. However... the originally vigorous vitality passed rapidly with the blood, and all thoughts gradually blurred because of the blade's outward exploration. He was unwilling, he was sad, even regretful, and a little helpless, but all the things were frozen at this moment. All the bold words, all brotherhood, and all the beautiful fantasies were gone, and everything originated from his own decision.

As his life was in full swing, he wanted to stand up, he wanted to raise his head, he wanted to see the fierce battlefield around him, he wanted to feel the excited spiritual resonance, he wanted to reminisce about the glory and humiliation on the battlefield. His mouth trembled slightly, and Peng Xiao seemed to want to say something, but his deep eyes were already dark, and his strong strength had taken time, and he... had no chance again.

After Qingyue Yinxin drew out the short sword, Peng Xiao's body, which was already dead, shook slightly and fell to the ground with a bang.

Bang!

The once powerful gladiator, the once arrogant Black Blood Lord, and the once unruly Inner Mongolia man, eventually ended his blood-stained life in this simple way and walked his glorious and proud journey.

Maybe it's desolate, maybe it's sad, maybe... As a gladiator who participates in the Death Race, this is also the best outcome.

Looking at Peng Xiao who was slamming down, Xing Ying and Xiao Lilong were a little lost.

Dead? It's really like this? For his glorious life, isn't this way of dying too simple and too... sad?

With such a simple sword, the Black Blood Alliance, which once shocked the north of the river, will move towards the declining and destruction of the Yellow Springs, and the five former gladiators... will only be four of them left.

It has been more than two years since the five heroes separating the underworld. In this time, both short and long, they have worked hard to strengthen themselves and expand their territory. They have experienced fighting and melee, bloody battles and alliances, and have also experienced victory and setbacks, pain and surprises.

Although there are too many resentment between each other, deep down, they all regard others as their opponents and can face them. For them, the word "opponent" is not just simple, and only they can understand the various "emotions" in them.

Peng Xiao died and he had no opponent, so he should be proud of being able to defeat him, but... As a gladiator, will he be defeated in the hands of others in the future? Will he fall in a pool of blood as sadly as Peng Xiao? No one can be sure of everything in the future, perhaps even more unbearable than his current way of death?

"Boss!" Someone from the Black Blood Alliance tribe around the empty area finally found Peng Xiao in the pool of blood. He actually forgot that he was on the battlefield of death and widened his eyes in horror. But when he stopped, his opponent was unambiguous, and he swung the steel knife and slashed away fiercely at his head.

Puff... The sticky blood erupted with the thrown head, all of which were poured on the angry men around, causing a burst of shock and roar. However, after the first roar of horror, horror and incredible roars rang one after another around the empty area, and scattered towards the entire battlefield. Although the speed was very slow, in this gradually coming quiet, both sides fighting with red eyes gradually stopped fighting and looked in confusion.

A few minutes later, except for the hysterical howling inside, the battlefield where the hall where the yelled and killed was already in an alternative quiet state.

After a slight stagnation, a very unknown premonition began to spread among the uninformed Black Blood Alliance tribes, and an unbearable excitement began to rise in the hearts of the Blood Eagle tribes.

"Hehe!" With the excitement of laughter, Zhen Yu, whose eyes were leaping, turned out from behind Xing Ying, and walked to Peng Xiao with a brisk step, looking at the corpse curiously. "I heard from my father that Peng Xiao is already a warrior of heaven. If he is crazy and brave, he is quite strong. But now... it's not so good. He will die if he is so simple." As he said that, Zhen Yu reached out and grabbed the corpse's neck and lifted it up lightly.

"Let go, you put down Brother Xiao!"

"I, your ancestor, let go, let it go!"

"If you dare to touch Brother Xiao again, I will tear you up alive."

The crying black blood tribes around him immediately jumped up in anger and pointed at Zhen Yu and cursed. Some even rushed over with a knife, but were stopped by the Blood Eagle Association brothers, and the scene fell into chaos again. However, the chaos also entered the small area, and the tribes on both sides of the outside still didn't know what was going on, although they already had a premonition in their hearts.

Zhen Yu looked at the guys who roared at him disdainfully. "You little minions are worthy of shouting at me? If I hadn't been in a good mood today, I would have sent you to the dead ghost Peng Xiao long ago."

He snorted heavily, his right hand shook and threw nearly 100 kilograms of corpse into the air. "Doggies from the Black Blood Alliance, see who this corpse is!" After a roar, Zhen Yu suddenly ejected, and his right foot was moving with a fierce and powerful wind towards the falling Peng Xiao's waist.

Bang! Crack! Peng Xiao was already a corpse and could no longer resist or fight. With the sound of the bone breaking, he was kicked five meters high.

After swelling in the air, Zhen Yu landed lightly on the ground, looked up at the top of his head, laughed and jumped again, and his swung legs shot towards the corpse.

"Did you see it? Have you seen it?!"

"Look at who this is, see who this corpse is!"

"Baby boys of the Black Blood Alliance, see if this is your boss's body."

"Haha, Black Blood Alliance, Black Blood Alliance, your boss is burping, haha..."

Everyone calmed down, and Dao Dao looked at the figures that kept ejecting and jumping above his head, and the bloody corpse that was constantly being bombarded.

Peng Xiao... is dead?!

"Enough!" In the end, Xing Ying shouted coldly and stopped Zhen Yu who was playing hard. It was not that Xing Ying pity Peng Xiao, but that he did not want to torment his body too much. After all, he was one of his opponents during his lifetime, so it was appropriate to have some respect for him.

Zhen Yu was disturbed by the interest, but he still stopped obediently.

Bang! He stretched his right hand and just grabbed Peng Xiao's neck, lifted the body up in the air, and finally shouted at the battlefield. "Peng Xiao is dead, the black blood is over. Let's stretch your neck and wait for it to be chopped!"

He seemed to enjoy this "highly attention" feeling, and after shouting, he even threw a few provocative eyes at the Black Blood tribes around him.

"Brother Xiao~~" With the dull impact, the black-blooded man in front of him knelt down to the ground with tears in his face.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...dolent sounds of kneeling on the ground sounded one after another. At the end, all the Black Blood tribes whistled incredibly sadly and knelt towards the corpse in Zhen Yu's hand. Just now, they were brave enough to fight for the bloody man, but at this moment they all knelt down, tears and dirt and blood flowed down the ground.

The original killing and shouting has also become a crying funeral.

However, after the Black Blood Army knelt down, Xing Ying and others' eyes condensed, and their cold eyes were fixed on the Black Blood League tribes who were still standing among the Blood Eagle tribes. (The clothes of the Blood Eagle and Black Blood are very different. The Blood Eagle will have a black coat, with red stripes on its shoulders, and the Black Blood League's obvious black and red colors.)

The other Blood Eagle brothers also looked at these cold-looking men with strange looks. The others all knelt down. Why were they indifferent?

After looking at each other quietly for a moment, the man in front of the left slowly raised his hand and groped on his face. A human skin mask was torn off, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a hoarse smile rang out: "Xing Ying, long time no see..."
Chapter completed!