Chapter 593 The First Battle of the School

"Who are you?"

A faint sound sounded, but it was like thunder on the flat ground, which clearly reached everyone's ears. The villagers and the survivors who were far away on the dome pavilion, including several people at the top of the Dounu Tower on the eighty-first floor, were shocked.

"It actually broke the killing array of Yuanwu!"

Jiang Fengyun raised his eyebrows and stretched out again: "It seems that he really has some ability."

Although the Yuanwu cultivation he selected is only the peak of the five heavens, he can be regarded as a strong man among the Hou-level slaves of more than a hundred. What's more, in the slave fighting school, what is more important is its own strength and skills. Almost every slave fighting is to select opponents with the same level of cultivation. Whoever wins and loses, and whoever dies will live depends on the fighting skills. In terms of skills, Yuan 15 is enough to rank in the top ten among Hou-level slaves. This is also the reason why Jiang Fengyun chose him to suppress An Bochen. Even if An Bochen shows excellent means again, Jiang Fengyun is full of confidence.

"I, Yuanwu, Hou level."

Facing An Bochen, Yuan Shiwu replied meticulously.

His killing array covers a radius of ten miles, that is to say, a radius of ten miles is the category of his momentum. Most of the villagers, survivors and king-level slaves who are watching from afar are much stronger in terms of cultivation than Yuan 15. Even so, their perception of this square circle of ten miles may not be better than Yuan 15.

At this time, only Yuanwu in the school yard of Yongzhen knew what a horrible existence the seemingly gentle man in front of him was.

Looking from the distance from the Dounu Tower before, Yuanwu, like the king-level slaves at the top level, were all An Bochen and the three of them were just ordinary masters. Ordinary good hands mean that among the ordinary immortals other than the fighting slaves, they can rank among the masters. Compared with the fighting slaves in Tongtianzhai, ordinary good hands are like eggs hitting stones, and there is no return. But at this moment, Yuan Shiwu suddenly found that the fighting spirit and murderous spirit emanating from the man in front of him were not weaker than the life-stricken slaves. The most terrible thing was that until he appeared, he could still control his strength in a category that oppressed himself but did not attract the attention of others, which showed that it was not just the previous one. Some immortal slaves can't even force him to use more than 50% of his strength.

Thinking about it, a cold sweat overflowed on Yuanwu's forehead, not fear, but excitement.

In the slave fighting campus, they have been wandering between life and death day and night for hundreds of years. Such a fighting slave like Yuanwu have long forgotten what fear and fear are like. The only thing they have is the desire for opponents that have become a habit.

"Bang!"

Yuanwu took off his belt and threw it in the mud, splashing rain flowers and black mud.

The crisp sound spread far away. Jiang Fengyun was stunned, the three king-level fighting slaves behind him were stunned, and the remnants and villagers who were preparing to watch the battle on the dome pavilion were also stunned.

Their level is often printed on the belts of the slaves, which is a symbol of their identity and status in the school. It is easy to understand. Unless in the formal fight, the slaves of the two sides untie each other's belts, which means that they will fight for life and death.

On the fifteenth day of the Yuan Dynasty, in the face of a fairy slave who had not been promoted to a fighting slave, he actually carried out this formal ceremony. How could he not surprise the people watching the battle?

The surprise only lasted for a moment. After a moment, the cheers and applause of the tsunami came, breaking the killing array of Yuanwu and flooding the Yongzhen school campus. Both temperament and style have become mortal villagers and relics. There is only one purpose for coming to the slave fighting school, which is to seek excitement. At present, I see a courtless fighting slave officially declare war on a new fairy slave. In addition to the accident, there is also a strong interest.

"I want Yuan Shiwu to solve the halberd, but he chose the most inconspicuous of the three." Jiang Fengyun frowned slightly and muttered to himself. He turned to An Bochen with sharp eyes.

"Although Yuanwu's fighting skills are not as good as ours, it is ranked in the Hou level. It seems that the fairy slave in green must have found something unusual by Yuanwu." A king-level fighting slave behind Jiang Fengyun said.

"What can be unusual?" Jiang Fengyun shrugged his shoulders and said with a contemptuous smile, "At worst, it's just a few more times."

"In case, I mean, if you are defeated by that man for 15 yuan, you will end up." A tall king-level fighting slave came out from behind Jiang Fengyun, stood side by side with Jiang Fengyun, looked at An Bochen from a distance, and said with a smile.

Jiang Fengyun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I said that you are really bored. To be honest, it was unexpected for me to throw a belt on the fifteenth. But don't forget that there are many big shots coming to watch the battle in today's trial. They came to look for excitement, and Yuan Shiwu did it right in their arms. If those bigwigs are happy, the master will naturally be happy. If the master is happy, we can live a better life.

"A sincere person like Yuanwu will think so much?" Another king-level Dounu, who had never opened his mouth, said with her arms in her arms. She stood behind Jiang Fengyun and did not move, but suddenly a burning fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting.

The king-level fighting slaves are superior and have a style of pointing. In the trial field, nearly a thousand of fairy slaves at the bottom of the school are now. At this time, they also stopped fighting and look at An Bochen and Yuanwu with a complicated look.

"Miss Wang, your enemy is amazing." Next to the Chifang Tianwang girl, a five-short immortal said in a low voice, "It can make the Hou-level fighting slave be invited fairly. Then his strength can also be ranked in the Yongzhen campus. No wonder we have been able to help him."

"Where did you get this news from?" After a few days of blood rain baptism, Wang's girl no longer has the previous flowers and branches. She is described as clear and less powerful.

"The small one is actually different from other fairy slaves." The fairy with a short figure but a goatee and a triangular eyes narrowed up to look shrewd and tricky said carefully, "To be honest, I used to be a fairy slave in the Qita school. After the failure of the trial, I was sold to the town. After several twists and turns, I thought I could leave Tongtianzhai, but I expected that I finally returned to Yongta Town. The little one knows more about fighting slaves than other people here.

Listening to the complacent voice of the immortals beside him, Wang Bingyu's eyes showed a trace of contempt, and then burst into a strong grief.

These days, she stands out from more than a thousand immortals with her beauty and the means she has been used to since she was a child, and can barely be called the leader of a force. She was born in a Chifangtian family and came to Tongtianzhai to take on a heavy responsibility. Now her brother has been killed, and she has been imprisoned in the school of fighting slaves. The reason why she besieged An Bochen and his party repeatedly was not exactly for her brother's revenge. Most importantly, she always had to find an excuse to live.

But she gradually found that living in the Yongzhen campus was actually more painful than death.

In just eight days, Wang Bingyu saw that many immortals were willing to degenerate, and seemed to have given up the hope of regaining freedom. In his words and deeds, he regarded himself as a fairy slave and fighting slave in Tongtianzhai, just like the fairy who just talked to her.

Wang Bingyu was very afraid that she would become the same as them. In the past eight days, she didn't want to pierce her heart with a sharp weapon all the time. Fortunately, she has one more thing to do - avenge her brother.

Looking at An Bochen from afar, there was a hysterical hatred in the eyes of the girl from Chifangtian, but after the hatred, she was helpless and confused.

If An Bochen is defeated and dies in the hands of this Hou-level slave, then she will have no reason to live anymore. But if An Bochen wins, her hope of revenge will become more and more slim, and she will have to live this endless painful life all day long. Life is better than death.

"So you mean that my enemy may win?" Wang Bingyu's voice was like broken ice, creaking, and the fairy with five short bodies shivered. Miss Wang, what you said is wrong. Your enemy certainly has the ability, but his opponent is Hou-level fighting slaves, Hou-level fighting slaves, who have at least broken through thousands of games and killed hundreds of people. The point of today's battle is how much your enemy can survive. Since it is an invitation to leave your belt, if your enemy is defeated, it is equivalent to death. The fairy with five short bodies shook his head and said.

"So, he will definitely die."

"Yes, your enemy must not survive today."

The fairy with five short figures said flatteringly. He raised his head, but suddenly found that the woman beside him was difficult to figure out, with joy, loss and a trace of despair.

......

The outside world is disturbed one after another, and the fingers of others are like raindrops coming down with the wind, falling into Anbo's heart, but it is as light as a feather.

Although An Bochen was bound by the prohibition in the school yard, he could serve as another martial arts mystery, but because there was no more competition, he became more and more psychic. The martial arts created by An Bochen is another kind of mystery in itself, but it is also a technique of killing in the name of martial arts.

With ten fingers relaxed, An Bochen seemed to be plucking an invisible string, allowing the storm to pass through his fingertips. The position of his body did not change, but because he was integrated with the storm, every subtle action had been mixed into the fall of the raindrops. Therefore, in the eyes of Yuan 15, An Bochen was It's changing. His changes include his figure, his position, the rhythm of his walking, his momentum... In a word, Yuan Shi broke out his fighting spirit to the limit, and he could not catch An Bochen.

The more so, the more excited Yuan Shiwu is.

Needless to say, he already felt that An Bochen was fighting.

For more than two hundred years, including the battle with Lv Feng not long ago, An Bochen has not had such a strong desire to fight. It is not so much fighting as killing.

From the moment he stepped on the land of Tongtianzhai and entered the Yongzhen Tower, An Bochen has been trying to resist this feeling.

This feeling is also the symbol of Tongtianzhai Dounu Campus. There are only two words, which is strength.

The fighting slave campus is a place that is completely and completely respected with strength, and can't tolerate any conspiracy and tricks.