An extremely magnificent hall.

The square hall is a hundred miles long and nearly ten miles high.

The hall is decorated with precious metals such as gold and silver, and the ground is filled with a whole piece of cast bronze.

On the ground of the flat hall, there are a thousand objects with strange shapes and light radiance. These objects are about ten feet in a radius, and from the outside, they are a small bottom and large top.

Looking closely, the layout of this round Taichung is exactly the same as what Chu Tian saw in the Blood Killing Fort.

A faint light shrouded these strange objects, and a dull shouting and killing could be heard from these objects.

At the innermost part of the hall, under a golden relief wall, there was a very extraordinary chair. A fat man with a height of 12 feet and a waist of 12 feet was sitting on the chair, holding a huge roasted animal leg in his left hand and a heavy jar of wine in his right hand, and was having a happy sip of meat and wine.

With a 'giggle', the fat man burped. He reluctantly tore off the beast's legs, and chewed vaguely while asking the people in the hall who were patrolling by the round platform: "Uh? What's new in the past few days? Is there any amazing newcomer emerging?"

He burped again and placed the beast's legs and the wine jar on the long table next to him in anger. The fat man happily patted his belly and asked with a smile: "Next month, it's a good day in the big arena. Are there any outstanding people in the fighting arena these days?"

The people who were parading in the hall smiled and shook their heads at the same time.

The fat man's face turned gloomy: "That's it, it's troublesome."

He sighed heavily, and the fat man murmured to himself: "The good days in the arena are not just small-scale internal quarrels, but it is the gesture between the master and the nobles. Although we are just making up for the numbers, if we lose too ugly, the master will definitely think that I, Duka, is a waste!"

Extending his greasy fingers, the fat man said coldly: "I, Duka, are waste, you are the dregs that are worse than waste! The waste can be kept for only a few days to see if it can become more useful, but the dregs can be thrown away at any time!"

Thousands of people patrolling back and forth in the hall knelt on the ground at the same time, their foreheads pressed against the ground and did not dare to say anything.

"If you are abandoned, your women, your children, and your relatives!" The fat man Duka murmured: "They will all be thrown into our arena, right? Haha, I don't know if they will die happily or not!"

The atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and depressing. Everyone followed the same frequency and kowtowed to Duka extremely neatly.

‘dong,dong,dong’, the sound of the head and the ground colliding sounded neatly. The fat Duka giggled a few times and waved proudly: “Forget it, although it’s a scum, who can make you happy? Get up, get up!”

The crowd stood up neatly, and suddenly a man in a black robe exclaimed softly.

Duca looked over and asked in a deep voice: "Is there anything wrong?"

The man laughed a little, nodded and said, "Mr. Duka, bloody kills the Ninth Castle, something new. The crow is going to give this ration. Hey, there are actually newcomers who provoke the ghost tiger in the Ninth Castle."

Duka's eyes were as small as peas, and they were at least three or five times bigger than usual. He smiled happily and said, "Ghost Tiger? I remember them, they are good players, and their brothers are also good at the nine small realms of the living realm, and they are at least the seventh, eighth and ninth realm."

He stood up with great enthusiasm and took a breath. Duka swayed toward a round-the-platform arena with a faint light: "Any newcomers dare to provoke them? Are they the newcomers who came yesterday? Hey, if it is the old man, who will kill the waste in the Ninth Castle, who dares to provoke the ghost tiger who is several times stronger than them?"

Walking to the arena, Duca swung the edge of the halo on the arena.

With a buzzing sound, a large ray of light spurted out from the arena and turned into a cloud of about acres of size and size suspended in the air. In the Blood Killing Fort where Chu Tian was located, the scene in the middle of the basin was immediately visible.

"Bone-breaking Yinfeng?" Duka screamed: "How could this little white face have broken Yinfeng? Oh, this is not right. Our fighting arena can't tolerate such a boy who has mastered such power."

In the arena, Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword arrived first, and red sword lights roared on the heavy armor of the ghost tiger.

It was half an inch thick, heavy and strong, and decorated with gorgeous patterns, and sparks splashed on the heavy armor. Chu Jie's Red Spirit Sword easily pierced the heavy armor and broke through the defensive runes on it. The nearly substantial sword light pierced into the body of Guihu, and a wisp of blood spurted out from the cracked heavy armor.

The ghost tiger roared in pain, and the axe the size of a door panel brought a dull tiger roar, and suddenly turned into dozens of black shadows toward Chu Tian, ​​and Chu Jie slashed down.

It is obvious that the Ghost Tiger is a powerful and bold warrior. His moves are full of loopholes, and it can even be said to be completely slashing and slashing in a mess. But his power is amazing. The axe brings out shadows and rolls up strong winds, covering the sky and slashing forward like a natural disaster, with an amazing momentum.

Unfortunately, he met Chu Tian.

When the ghost tiger was slashing, Chu Jie had already retreated at full speed. While retreating, the Red Spirit Sword made a "swish" ghost roar in his hand, and stabbed a sword at the weakness of several of Guihu's companions quietly.

Several big men fell to the ground with a terrifying scream, and then their heads were smashed by Agou's mace.

Chu Tian stood up. The horned knife he threw out was made of ordinary steel, and it hit countless debris on the ghost tiger's big axe, but he quickly swung the green dragon sword, and a green sword light flashed like ghost fire. Chu Tian took the simple and wonderful steps of a common man's sword, jumping lightly in the strong wind brought by the big axe.

After nearly a hundred times of hard slashing, I failed to touch a hair of Chu Tian. Chu Tian easily approached the ghost tiger, and the Qingjiao sword stabbed into the ghost tiger's heart with a simple and neat blow.

The broken bones and Yinfeng silently wrapped around from all directions. The body of Guihu collapsed in the broken bones and Yinfeng and instantly turned into countless fragments. The armor on the bodies of the nineteen companions of Guihu were broken simultaneously, and their bodies were also stirred into large pieces of ice slag by the Yinfeng.

The strong wind stopped, Guihu and his companions had lost their traces.

Chu Tian shook his head gently. The strength of Guihu and others was beyond his expectations. He looked around, looked at the stubborn men who were silent, and said coldly, "Since that's the case, Guihu's supplies will belong to us. Do you have no objection?"

No one said anything.

Chu Jie laughed strangely from the side: "Well, this self-righteous ghost tiger is dead. Hey, which bastard is here? Get out of the way for Master Chu, Master Chu has something to say to him!"

Duka heard Chu Jie's words and immediately laughed.
Chapter completed!