Qin Yiren entered the martial arts arena and saw a strong man with a fierce face and a pair of eyes like a wolf or a tiger. Looking at Qin Yiren was like a hungry wolf discovering a lamb. He was full of murderous aura. He could tell at a glance that he was a man with bloody hands and murdered people like numbness. There were countless people who died at his hands.

The arena is a place where life and death are fought. Every surviving slave must be a strong man, who survived by the corpse of the loser. This person is full of murderous aura, which is not surprising at all.

"This is what murderous aura! Compared with him, my little murderous aura is nothing, and I can only scare the wild boar." Qin Yiren was originally quite proud of the murderous aura on himself. After seeing this man's murderous aura, he sighed that he was not as good as that.

"A fool, a fool, you fight with me but don't give me medicine, you are looking for death." This man didn't take Qin Yiren seriously at all, and he could tell at a glance that Qin Yiren was a novice.

A novice fights with him, a murderous person, and doesn't give him medicine. Isn't this asking for death?

"If you want to die so much, I will fulfill your wish!" Qin Yiren was underestimated and was extremely unhappy. He raised his head, thrust his chest, and responded loudly.

"It turns out that he is a rich young man. He has learned some martial arts and thought he is invincible in the world. He came to me to practice. Xiao Chu'er, the pain before his death will make you regret it." The man sneer and did not take the young man like Qin Yiren seriously at all.

"Come on!" Qin Yiren tightened the sword in his hand, focused his mind to wait for the enemy, and his eyes were filled with light.

This is his first time fighting life and death with life, both nervous and excited.

"Are you a Qin?" The man pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword and stared at Qin Yiren.

"How do you know?" Qin Yiren did not have a common name, let alone came from He Country. This person could tell at a glance, which was really surprising.

"Because of your sword holding posture, this is Qin Jian's starting posture." The man's eyes were like a torch, very old.

"Good vision!" Qin Yiren had to exclaim.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, die!" This man held the sword in his hand tightly, roared, and rushed towards Qin Yiren. The dragon spirit and tiger were fierce, like a tiger going down the mountain, with a terrifying power.

"Okay!" Qin Yiren shouted loudly, not at all panic, but became even more excited. He drew a sword light like a training-like sword light in his hand and greeted the sword in his hand.

"Ding!" A crisp metal impact sounded, and two swords collided, splashing a piece of Mars.

"Okay! Some strength!" The man bared his teeth and showed his fierce look, and praised him in a deep voice.

"You are not bad either!" Qin Yiren felt the force coming from the sword, which was very heavy, and the chopping force was quite strong.

The two of them were tempted and left after a little touch. They knew the other party's strength and no longer fought head-on, but used their own swordsmanship to kill each other.

Although Qin Yiren practiced martial arts for a short time, he had Bian Que's legacy and the Qin royal family's help, and the Qin royal family's advance was extremely fast, and it could be said that it was a thousand miles a day. When he started his swordsmanship, he saw a sword flying up and down, like a hot wheel, with a huge sword light, which was extremely impressive.

This man's swordsmanship is only above Qin Yiren, not below Qin Yiren. More importantly, this man's fighting experience is extremely rich and extremely experienced, far beyond Qin Yiren's ability.

Fortunately, Qin Yiren is calm and calm, quick to react, strong adaptability, and calmly responds, and is not inferior to others.

The two of them fought in a rolling battle, and the sword light flashed, and they were hard to distinguish.

"Okay! Cai!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong shouted loudly for Qin Yiren.

They knew Qin Yiren's background very well. Qin Yiren has not practiced martial arts for a long time. He was able to have such swordsmanship and fight with this slave with extremely rich fighting experience, which is commendable.

"Okay!" Although the onlookers did not cheer as much as Meng Zhao and the others, they also praised him loudly.

brush!

A sword light like a training strikes, Qin Yiren can't avoid it, and his chest is scratched, and a blood mark appears, dripping blood.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, you are still very tender!" The man smiled, sarcastic.

"You are so happy too early that you almost got a different body and head." Qin Yiren retorted.

"Where is the body and head?" The man seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, pulling the corners of his mouth and sarcastically.

However, soon, his sneer froze on his face, and his right hand touched his neck, and he had blood all over his hands, and a clear sword mark on his neck.

"Die!" The man's face was gloomy and furious. The sword in his hand flew up and down and slashed at Qin Yiren.

He didn't know when Qin Yiren hurt him at all. For veterans like him, it was a shame and unbearable. He was really angry and embarrassed.

"Don't be angry, this is a big taboo in fighting martial arts. You won't not understand, right?" Qin Yiren shouted to remind the other party.

This person felt a trembling heart, and he was busy concentrating his mind and calming his breath. His sword moves continued, one move after another, like a big river in the Yangtze River.

Qin Yiren had to let him be at the peak to get the greatest gains, and he had to be reminded.

After a fight, the amazing comprehension was revealed. Qin Yiren gained a lot, made great progress, and became more and more experienced in his actions, which shocked the man.

"Young Master is right. Only life and death can make people make the greatest progress!" Meng Zhao sighed deeply.

"Yes. The young master is so brave, he actually wants to experience life and death." Ma Gai admired Qin Yiren's choice very much.

Fan Tong did not speak, and focused on the key points, and the meaning of praise was already in it.

"Swish!" Qin Yiren's sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, and a blood mark appeared on the man's arm.

"Brush!" With another sword, there was a scar on this person's shoulder.

"Puff!" This man was hit by a sword on his back.

Qin Yiren is already cunning and full of tricks. After this progress, this man is too poor to deal with and is unable to deal with Qin Yiren. He was counterattacked by Qin Yiren and could not fight back.

Fortunately, Qin Yiren did not intend to take his life, but showed mercy under the sword.

"Save it!" Qin Yiren snatched the sword in his hand, and the man's sword fell to the ground.

"You..." Qin Yiren's progress was clearly visible to him. He didn't believe that there was such a rapid progress in the world. His eyes were wide open and his face was incredible.

"You lost." Qin Yiren pointed the sword in his hand at the man's throat.

"You kill me!" This man was very brave and had a stuttering neck, not afraid at all.

According to the rules of the martial arts arena, the winner can kill the loser.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him soon!"

"Kill him and reward ten golds, this is your bounty!"

The onlookers were filled with eyes and roaring, encouraging Qin Yiren to kill his opponent under the sword.

"Good man!" Qin Yiren was very fond of this person, and exclaimed, withdrew his sword, turned around and left.

"Win! Win!" This is the first time to fight life and death. It is of great significance to Qin Yiren. Qin Yiren was very happy and kept roaring.

"Young Master, be careful!" Suddenly, the roars of Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were heard, and the three of them were very anxious.

Qin Yiren knew something was different, and suddenly felt a wind coming from behind his head. He ran forward like a leopard, with a backhand sword, and attacked the long sword behind him. He turned around and saw the man holding the sword in his hand tightly, his face twisted, and he roared: "Tiger, wolf, Qin, die!"

Qin Yiren waved the sword in his hand and cut off the man's wrist. Qin Jian pointed it on his throat and asked, "I have spared your life, why did you attack behind your back?"

"Hehe." The man smiled fiercely and said, "If I kill you, I can be a Chinese citizen for three days without restraint. I have wine, meat, and women. Why did I miss such an opportunity?"

Slaves have no freedom and are very eager for freedom. In order to motivate slaves to fight life and death, they will fight the most exciting battles. The Colosseum uses this to motivate slaves and will make slaves crazy.

"Just for this?" Qin Yiren was surprised.

"That's right." This person focused on his head.

"If you kill me in the fight, I have nothing to say, and I can only blame me for not practicing martial arts. I will spare your life, but you will repay you with kindness and kill me, just to be a Chinese citizen for three days. You are a villain, a villain who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit! You are not to be a pity! Go and die!" Qin Yiren drew a wonderful arc in his sword in his hand.

A head was thrown high, and blood splattered.

A lot of blood splattered on Qin Yiren's mouth, licking the blood, and Qin Yiren's blood boiled again.

;
Chapter completed!