Chapter 12 Selection

The atmosphere in the big arena is strange, and the stone chairs around it are full. The nearby lords and the warriors behind them sat upright and did not dare to make a sound. Because they are all dark around them. The number of dark hunters in black is so numerous, and their eyes are exposed, which is obviously extraordinary.

Those recent lords and adults who came here because of curiosity regret it at this moment and dare not move when they want to leave here.

The arena is dead.

All people's eyes are focused on the arena.

When Fang Xin entered the arena through the dark passage, he felt all the murderous atmosphere in the small door he approached.

The roads on both sides are covered with blood, indicating the cruel challenges that Fang Xin is about to face.

After the three sad priests and breakers in front led their respective recommended people into the small door, Fang Xin also followed the void. As soon as he bent his waist to walk in, he felt a gaze next to him.

He looked back and saw that it was the daughter of the dead butterfly. Next to the daughter of the dead butterfly is a chubby old lady. The woman gestured to Fang Xin, and Fang Xin nodded slightly. This is the gesture he and the daughter of the dead butterfly developed the day before yesterday. As long as they make this gesture, it is time for the two to unite.

This fight adopts an elimination system and fights in pairs. There will inevitably be a person in the first round, so it is a way to grab the lot.

Fang Xin and the daughter of the dead butterfly focused on the fighting mode of the second round. Because Xinlong, the heart-strureer, has given the order of reward, and the winner will have a special reward.

Fang Xin didn't know what the reward was, but he was still very moved by it. So he allied with the daughter of the dead butterfly to ensure that it was foolproof. Two people will definitely not lose if they suddenly attack one person.

This ensures that the final winner is between him and the daughter of the dead butterfly.

The arena of "Dark Hell" is extremely large, divided into four small fighting places.

After passing the pass, Fang Xin was against the pig-faced warrior who came to the southern mountains. He did not do much research on his opponent before, but only heard some information about his opponent from the void. This pig-faced man is a native power of the earth system. He is good at latent and earth spells, and can bury people in the soil in an instant.

"Ky, you must win! Xinlong is looking at you!" Just as Fang Xin was about to go to the arena of Dongshou, the void was hidden in Fang Xin's ear and whispered.

Fang Xin raised a confident smile at the corners of his mouth: "No problem!"

Of course there is no problem. Fangxin is going to become a Huangquan hunter. How could he lose to a pig-faced man at this time?

In fact, as soon as Fang Xin entered the arena, he felt several hot eyes. Only when the cultivation reaches a terrible stage can the eyes be so powerful. Fang Xin has decided to amaze everyone in his heart and stage a gorgeous and bloody fight. Be sure to leave a little impression on Xinlong's heart.

The pig-faced man wearing a red headscarf, a collapsed nose and a pimple face had been waiting on the arena for a long time, leaning against the railing to look at Fang Xin below.

As a dark hunter, it is the first time that the pig-faced man has seen so many people around him. The blood of killing in his heart began to boil again. He wanted to show his violent power in front of the bigwigs and the major forces nearby.

However, the smile on the face of the white night boy was really hated by the pig's face. His fist creaked.

As Fang Xin stepped on the high platform, the dark warrior who presided over the fight rang the gong and banged. The pig-faced man roared and made a loud noise. The boulder nearly two meters in diameter was pulled out by his feet with spiritual power and turned into countless pieces scattered into the air. However, the rubble scattered into the air did not all fall directly to the ground. Some larger fragments turned into a beautiful arc in the air and roared towards Fang Xin.

Fang Xin smiled, and the lightning-like figure was surrounded by gravel in an instant, and the empty broken mountain in his hand appeared in front of him again.

With a series of thunderous roars, most of the rubble has turned into air under the black gas of the empty mountain.

His tricks were cracked, and the pig-faced man was not angry, but had a strange expression on his face.

Fang Xin's appearance made Fang Xin quite strange. Judging from the information about the pig-faced man hidden by the void, this guy should be a grumpy and irritable person.

Just as Fang Xin was secretly puzzled, he suddenly felt something wrong.

After Fang Xin smashed the earth and stones bombarded by the pig face man just now, a lot of soil stuck to Fang Xin. Now, these soils slowly melt like glue, sticky all over his body and connect to the soil to the ground.

The pig-faced man sneered, and his body began to slowly melt and sink. The ground of the arena centered on him began to slowly turn into a colloidal thing. Finally, the pig-faced man's face had a strange smile and his head disappeared to the ground.

Fang Xin is full of strength. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of the sticky clay on his body. At the same time, the earth under his feet became like a mud, and he gradually sank.

"How dare you play this trick!" Fang Xin originally wanted to get rid of the pig-faced man a few times so that Xin Long could remember himself. Unexpectedly, the pig-faced man still had a few times, and his strength seemed to have reached the C level.

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Jie Jie's strange smile came from behind Fang Xin. Fang Xin didn't look back. The empty mountain twisted and inserted a shot back at an incredible angle. With a bang, the clay man who had just drilled out of the soil was pierced in an instant.

But to surprise, the clay figurine is not an ontology. From the mud, countless pig-faced people emerged little by little: "In front of my 'mud and sand burial', your resistance will only stimulate my desire to kill you!"

Jie Jie's strange smile rumbled around Fang Xin.

The strange scene made Fang Xin's original confident smile gradually disappear. He took a step back and happened to hit a mud pig-faced man. The pig-faced man hugged Fang Xin, and the mud and sand all over his body kept spewing out of his eyes and nose, covering Fang Xin.

Fang Xin struggled crazily and suddenly became confused. He began to forget that there was a mud under his feet, and his body quickly sank.

One of the pig-faced people is hiding in the cracks behind many clay figurines and looking at Fang Xin's laughter.

On the other side of the arena, there is an agile snake man against the rat man. The rat man was also a native of the earth system. He kept making holes in the arena, rushed out of the caves, and attacked the human snake warriors in the field. However, the snake warrior is very agile. Every sneak attack of the rat man is not only dodged by him, but also the machete in his hand will leave a mark on the rat man. After that, the mouseman's movements have slowed down due to excessive blood loss...

Although the battle between the rat and the human snake warrior is very fierce, the eyes in the arena are still focused on Fang Xin's battlefield against the pig-faced man.

People with bright eyes can see that the white night man and the pig face man's combat effectiveness is much stronger than the battlefield next to them.

When everyone watched Fang Xin being swallowed up by the mud, no one noticed that there was a faint black fog in the field. The fog is so thin that it is difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye.

When Fang Xin was completely swallowed into the mud, the senior officials who were watching from the watch gate on the rostrum booed. Because the void hide began to raise Fang Xin's strength too high, and at this moment, when they saw that Fang Xin was defeated by the pig-faced man, they couldn't help gloating about the void hidden in the arena.

Only the heart-striking and worshipping Aguli found a trace of surprise on his face. Their eyes turned to the place where Fang Xin disappeared just now.

Seeing that Fang Xin was defeated by his own mud and sand, he was very proud. When he was about to take the next step and let the mud and sand squeeze out all Fang Xin's flesh and blood, he suddenly screamed and severe pain came from behind.

He was so scared that he looked back. The white night teenager was covered with mud and sand and looked very embarrassed, but the silver gun in his hand was inserted into his back.

"...No, it's impossible. How can you recognize my body!" The pig-faced man looked at Fang Xin in disbelief.

Fang Xin sneered: "Nothing is impossible."

It turned out that it was just a stopgap measure that he was swallowed up by the mud. At the moment he entered the mud, he had released a layer of spiritual power. Even a trace of dark spiritual power completely blocked Fang Xin's figure, and the dark spiritual power automatically attached to the main body of the pig-faced man, so Fang Xin was easy I found the real position of the pig-faced man.

Fang Xin stirred the long gun in his hand, and after hearing the sound of flesh and blood tearing, the pig-faced man instantly fell into a coma under severe pain.

"Don't kill him!" Just as Fang Xin wanted to lose the pig's life, the sad priest next to him, who was the referee, came forward in time to stop him.