Chapter 807

Yi Heng's fists beat his head, his facial features exuded bright blood, his body kept rolling on the ground, and his legs were kicking like a dying grasshopper.

Five or six feet away, the five monks of the soul clan who besieged him saw his appearance, with cruel smiles on the corners of their mouths, winking at each other, leaving only one person, and the other four scattered.

The rest of the friars of the soul clan accepted the smile on their faces, stretched out their scarlet tongues, licked their dry lips, took a deep breath, and quickly pinched their fingers with both hands.

At this time, he had ignored, and through the two fists that beat his head casually, his eyes that seeped blood were narrowing into a gap, looking around carefully.

"Poof

"Ah

"Boom!"

The platform of life and death with a radius of 100 Zhang reaps the life of monks everywhere.

Yi Heng felt the warm blood in his eyes and pulled his eyes up involuntarily.

This is the eleventh day.

No. 95 cave, after all, did not escape the fate of stepping on the platform of life and death.

When the 54 monks in cave 95, including him, fell on the stage of life and death, he knew that life and death were no longer up to him.

In the past 11 days, all the monks witnessed 110 battles on the stage of life and death. They were numb to death, but when it was their turn to play, they still felt powerless.

There are more than ten thousand monks who died in 110 battles of life and death and turned into flesh in front of them.

Yi Heng finally knows how ignorant he is.

It's normal to think that the star boat, which takes them through the endless starry sky, consumes so many spirit stones as power and takes more than ten thousand friars casually.

Just never seen it before, never heard of it.

Six or seven thousand friars were born in the eyes, and they were beaten to pieces on this platform of life and death.

He didn't understand what Yimen was going to do?

Or what is the Xuanyuan family going to do?

So many Terran friars, even if they are heinous, even if they have been sentenced to death, will definitely be a great force when the spirit eaters invade.

Why can we tolerate dying here for nothing?

The key is themselves, not one of them, not the most heinous.

There was no time for him to sneer or complain. Five or six feet away, the Friar's ten fingers, dancing like a butterfly, told him that in an instant, a deadly soul would attack him.

One hundred and ten battles of life and death are staged in front of us. Even ordinary people can see some clues. What's more, those present are not only ordinary people, but also intelligent monks.

So, after 53 games, both the soul and the Terran friars had some skills of fighting.

Naturally, they are no exception. As soon as they go on the court, the array in the field has just been eliminated. It's convenient for them to attack each other's high-level friars with all their strength. Then they disperse around and live as much as possible by luck and strength.

Up to now, there is little difference in the accomplishments of the remaining monks of the soul clan and the Terran clan.

So 9501 didn't carry the first wave of attack from the other side. He was killed by the soul clan in the moment he started. He couldn't even see the broken meat.

The other side's highest cultivation is just the period of transforming the deity. Similarly, he didn't carry the human friars' all-out attack, and was blasted into blood by countless spells.

Yi Heng's fist, beating his head, gradually stopped exerting force.

When the friar with the highest cultivation on both sides is killed by a blow, he will know that there is a chance to live, as long as he can firmly grasp it.

However, when the other party's five late Yuan infant monks attacked him at the same time, his heart was cold for a moment, and he didn't know why he attracted the attention of the other party's five monks.

When the five soul attacks pierced his mind like arrows, he was overjoyed.

Compared with his huge soul, five soul attacks are nothing. They can not only block it, but also instantly kill the other side.

Just when the soul of Zifu was about to stop and fight back, he suddenly stopped.

In a flash, the huge young man in Zifu took back his hands and still stabbed himself with five sharp arrows.

A sharp pain in his mind spread all over his body. His head was as if he had been hit hard. His whole body suddenly bounced up and fell back.

"Bang bang!".

Jump three Zhang distance, back really hit the ground, the life and death on the stage of a pool of blood and meat splashed.

At the same time, his fists pounded his head, as if he could not bear the pain of his head.

His feet were like dying grasshoppers. When he saw the four soul friars leaving and killing the surrounding Terran friars, he knew that he would catch the chance to live.

"Jie Jie! Die

Cold laughter rang out. From the fall to now, only a breath, the remaining soul monk's ten fingers stopped dancing, and his sharp eyes shot at him.

There was a shaking in the void in front of the monk's forehead. It seemed that an invisible energy was emitted and disappeared in a moment.

Yi Heng lay on the ground, did not care about the attack in front of him.

Divine consciousness covers the whole platform of life and death, and constantly counts the monks who are still alive on the platform.

Monks fall down anytime, anywhere.

Or the head explodes, or the body breaks.

Even if it's dead, there's no complete body.

"Seventy, sixty-nine, sixty-eight..."

The soul monk's attack has arrived. As soon as he feels a pain in his head, an energy rushes into his mind.

The twelve Zhang youth in Zifu had been ready for a long time. He waved his left hand and a gray shield appeared in front of his huge body.

As soon as the shield was finished, a gray arrow came.

"Forty three, forty-five, thirty-five... You're a big one!"

He gave a faint sigh.

I saw the arrow hit the shield in Zifu, like a harsh "pa". The gray arrow turned into gray smoke and disappeared in Zifu.

"Ah

And he seemed to be hit hard again in his mind, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his body slipped two or three feet on the slippery platform of life and death.

The place that naked body glides, rush out a blood red mark.

The soul monk seemed to see him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was very happy. When he saw that he just slipped out and didn't blow his head to death, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Fifteen, eleven, eight..."

His fists no longer beat his head, his legs no longer pedaled, and he wiped the blood off his face with his hands. On the contrary, he dyed the whole face bloody and terrifying.

Looking at the suspicious appearance of the soul monk in his eyes, his heart immediately relaxed.

In Dantian, there is not much liquid left to work in an instant. The right hand clenches the fist, and the whole body muscles are tense in an instant.

"Seven, six, five..."

On the count of five in the divine sense, the right hand muscle of clenching fist suddenly swelled up. When he was about to throw it back, he suddenly exclaimed: "four."

There are only four people left on the stage, so there is no need to kill the soul clan in front of you.

He released his right fist and relaxed his muscles.

His lips kept wriggling. He lay on the ground and looked up at the fourth monk.

He bent over and put his right hand into the chest of the soul monk on the ground.

The whole platform of life and death quieted down in an instant.

The whole cave is also very quiet, as if there are only six monks lying or standing on the platform of life and death, still breathing heavily.

Four souls, two Terrans.

Yi Heng's eyes are unbelievable.

The friar kneeling on the ground, bent, thin body, no need to raise his head, no need to hold his chest, he knew that the Friar's linen clothes, the number must be "9524".

At this time, his right hand was still in the chest of the soul monk on the ground, and blood was constantly seeping out from the edge of his arm.

Others may think that he wants to take out the heart of the soul monk, but Yi Heng knows that his right hand must have only a bare wrist and no palm.

His palm was cut off by life when he wanted to kill himself.

"It's not bad. Although the strength is weak, there are stratagems. It's tough enough!"

The flat voice of the host came from above. It seemed that no matter how fierce the fight was, it was not worth mentioning in his mouth.

"The remaining six people have met the rules. Of course, if you want to continue fighting, you can do it!"

The soul monk in front of Yi Heng heard this and looked at him hesitantly. His shoulders shook slightly, but then he stopped.

Pale face, with difficult doubts, right foot slowly back.

"Poof

A piercing sound came, although it was a small sound, but in the silence of the cave, it shocked everyone's heart.

Looking at the place where the voice came from, the half kneeling 9524 slowly stood up.

"Poof His right hand was suddenly drawn from the chest of the soul monk on the ground, bringing out a pool of blood and heat.

Yi Heng's eyes narrowed into a gap, from the gap, can only see the bare wrist hanging in the thigh, bright blood, is along the wrist, drop by drop on the stage of life and death.

"Tick, tick..."

Ninety five two four looked up slowly, his eyes towards him.

Through the gap, he could see clearly in his eyes, with the same color of disbelief.

"Ha ha! I didn't expect that there were still two people left on the 95th! Do they have an offer? "

Yi Heng's squinting eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes, which were opposite to those of 9524, moved upward. His waist and abdomen suddenly forced him to sit up slowly.

In the previous 110 life and death fights, the rest of the monks were only four or five hundred. In the end, most of them were bought by the monks above. A few of them just went up to a cave. What was waiting for them was to continue fighting.

Although I don't know what kind of situation I will face after being bought, it must be much better than staying here.

The beating of the heart seems to drive the vibration of the whole platform of life and death, and Xi Yi's eyes are constantly sweeping upward.

Above a hundred feet is the starry sky.

At this time, it seems that the top is not the size of the bowl, but a heart has already been flying out of the cave.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo."

The sound of breathing became more and more heavy, and his thin body was as strong as a bamboo pole.

If you can still make a fist with your right hand, it must be tight at this time.

But now, it can only be close to the thigh, and still slip from the blood into the close thigh Daofu.