Next, several more dead soldiers stepped forward to challenge.

But the one who persisted for the longest time lost only after resisting five moves.

The strength of the golden-faced Rakshasa is really too strong!

The middle-aged eunuch's face was extremely gloomy, "No. 10 is the weakest golden-faced Rakshasa. If you can't even defeat him, all the training tasks for next month will be doubled."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the dead soldiers' faces turned pale.

Their current training has become so cruel that it is inhuman, and people die in training every few days.

If the mission is doubled, then few of them will probably survive the next month for these two hundred people.

"Jianjiu, go!"

"Pick up nine, you can."

"Jiang Jiu, we'll rely on you."

A group of dead soldiers suddenly looked at a thin young man in the crowd, full of expectations.

The young man is not tall, only to the shoulders of ordinary people, thin skin and bones, and even his cheeks and eye sockets are deeply sunken, like a skeleton in human skin, but the most impressive thing is his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes with no human emotions, cold, indifferent, sharp, as if nothing could cause it to fluctuate.

Hearing everyone's call, Chiangjiu picked up his spike and walked towards Rakshasa No. 10.

"Swish!"

The No. 10 Rakshasa was as straightforward as ever, flashing out, and the sharp thorn in his hand rushed straight to Chijiu's throat.

Chiang Jiu stared at the attacking spikes, not dodging or avoiding.

It was not until the spike approached two feet of his body that he suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab the spike.

A sarcasm appeared in his eyes under the No. 10 Rakshasa mask, and he used his flesh and blood palms to block his spikes. Is this stupid or stupid?

"laugh--"

The spike was caught and rubbed rapidly in the palm of the palm, making a tingling sound.

The flesh and blood in the palm of Chijiu was scratched and blood surged wildly.

But the spike was also firmly held by him.

The No. 10 Rakshasa looked slightly condensed, and she wanted to pull out the spike and retreat, but at this moment.

"Puff!"

The spike in Chinjiu's right hand penetrated into his throat.

As early as when he grabbed the spike, Jijiu had already taken action.

The whole valley suddenly became silent, and then in the next moment, an uproar broke out.

"Chapter nine, good example!"

"Zai Jiu, it's amazing!"

All the dead soldiers were full of joy, and their training did not need to be doubled.

Chiang Jiu's expression was unchanged. He stepped forward and took away a porcelain bottle, walked to the side silently, and started practicing directly.

Yun Yang took a deep look at Jianjiu.

This guy's strength is actually not as strong as No. 10 Rakshasa, but he exchanged No. 10 Rakshasa for his life at the cost of one hand being injured.

The spikes rubbed in the palm, and the pain was even stronger than cutting flesh with a knife. Most people had already let go, but Jijiu could hold it tightly, and his face remained unchanged.

This is a cruel person!

"Okay, very good." The No. 10 Rakshasa died. The middle-aged eunuch was not angry but happy and said with a smile: "Is there anyone else to challenge?"

The dead men remained silent.

Not everyone can be as cruel to themselves as picking up nine.

"If I can defeat nine of them, will all the marijuana pill belong to me?"

At this moment, a voice sounded faintly.

The dead soldiers all turned their heads and looked at Yun Yang who was sitting in the crowd, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Each of the ten Rakshasa is stronger than the other, and it is not easy to defeat one, let alone nine.

I'm afraid this guy is crazy about being trained?

"Haha, I appreciate your courage." The middle-aged eunuch looked at Yun Yang with a bright look: "If you can defeat them, not only will you give you all these marijuana pills, but I can also make an exception and take you to meet your master."

The death soldiers around him showed envy.

Even the practiced Jianjiu opened his eyes.

They have been brainwashed and it is a great honor for them to be loyal to their masters, worship their masters, and being able to meet their masters.

"Okay!" Yunyang walked to the center of the open space and looked at the nine Rakshasa, "Who are you going first?"

"I can't kill you in three moves, so I'll lose." No. 9 Rakshasa stood up and stared at Yunyang with cold eyes.

The next moment, his figure burst out, and his speed reached one step and six feet.

The sharp thorn in his hand even reached Yunyang's throat in the blink of an eye, and he wanted to kill with one blow.

quick!

Extremely fast!

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been killed before he could react.

But unfortunately, he met Yunyang.

He turned sideways slightly, letting the sharp thorns brush the skin of his neck and pass by. Yun Yang kicked Shura No. 9 in the chest like lightning.

"Click--"

The No. 9 Shura, who was galloping, flew backwards with the sound of bone fractures, and blood spurted wildly. After landing, it took less energy and more energy, and it seemed that it was almost gone.

The dead soldiers all stared at each other with shocked eyes.

It was already amazing that Chai Jiu killed No. 10 Rakshasa by self-damaging.

Yun Yang actually killed Rakshasa No. 9 in seconds without any damage, which was simply terrifying.

The middle-aged eunuch's eyes lit up slightly, and when he looked at Yun Yang, he seemed to have found a treasure.

"Next." Yun Yang looked at Rakshasa No. 8 with a calm expression.

"Don't underestimate the enemy." The middle-aged eunuch reminded him.

The reason why No. 9 was underestimated was a big reason.

No. 8 Rakshasa nodded and rushed towards Yunyang.

His speed is not as fast as No. 9, but his attack is more fierce and decisive, exuding a strong killing aura.

Yun Yang took a step back, avoided his spikes, and then kicked him out again.

No. 8 seemed to be ready and dodged to avoid it.

And at this moment.

Yun Yang moved his footsteps, and his figure suddenly accelerated and hit him with a punch.

No. 8 was unable to avoid it, and was hit in the chest with a punch, his heart burst, and he died instantly.

Yun Yang turned his eyes directly and looked at Rakshasa No. 7, "It's your turn."

"Forget it, let's go on No. 7, come on No. 3." The middle-aged eunuch looked at Yunyang: "If you can defeat No. 3, I will win you all."

No. 7 is not much better than No. 8, and it will be a death sentence when you go up.

Each of the Ten Rakshasa is an elite, and it cannot be lost here.

Yun Yang was a little disappointed. He wanted to take this opportunity to severely damage the wings of the "master" behind the scenes.

But at this moment, he naturally couldn't say anything and looked at No. 3 who stood up.

A strong and weak aura was constantly fluctuating on the other party, which was a sign that he had just broken through the sea realm.

"Let you take action first." No. 3 pulled out the spike and spoke coldly.

But while speaking, the light of the true energy on his body began to flow.

A warrior in the sea realm can possess the true qi, and his attack power and defense power will be greatly enhanced.

"You'd better be the first, if I take action, you won't have a chance." Yun Yang said lightly.

No. 3 looked at him and his figure burst out directly, with spikes attached to the light of true energy and its tricky trajectory, pointing to Yunyang's chest.

At the same time, he reached into his arms with his left hand, took out a steel needle, and threw it to Yunyang's left and right sides, making it impossible for him to dodge, so he could only take the stab of his head.
Chapter completed!