The gray eagle walked proudly on the road, with her chest and head raised, and her nose almost raised to the sky.

Everyone around him greeted him. Everyone knew that this guy was lucky and picked up a three-South China barbarian, and won consecutively in the arena, which allowed him to win a lot in the outer casinos.

However, this guy's good luck has ended here.

Because the Three South China Barbarians he recommended, the one he will fight tonight is Balin!

Balin, who had already won one hundred victories, was delayed to this point just to find a real opponent.

"Grey Eagle!"

Just as the grey eagle was so arrogant, I suddenly heard someone calling him.

He looked back and ran away.

The person who calls him is dirty!

Not only Wu Zhu, but also five or six Wu Zhu's companions, each of whom was not good-looking, clearly came to cause trouble for him.

He ran away, making Wu Zhu and his party stunned.

After a moment of stunned , they thought: "Chasing!"

"Grey Eagle, you coward, coward!"

"You are not like our lord at all, like the cowards of the southern barbarians in the south!"

The grey eagle cursed behind him and turned around and cursed: "I won't run away. Are you waiting for you guys to catch me and force me to deal with the Zhanshan Sword?"

As soon as these words were said, Wu Zhu and others had to slow down.

There is no problem with them dealing with the Gray Eagle, but if they want to deal with the Shanzhan Sword, that is, interfering with the bloody battle in the arena.

Intervention in the bloody battle will not only attract punishment from the arena owners, but may even cause interference from the Blood Rock Khan.

Therefore, they could only watch the Grey Eagle run to the edge of the arena.

"Damn it, is it all that can be done?" Wu Zhu looked at the few people around him.

"No, that guy already has the strength to threaten Balin. We still need Balin to go to the City of Killing to win... The place where that guy lives is a bit far from here!"

Someone among his companions said sinisterly, and everyone looked at each other and nodded in one go.

It was getting late, and Lu Hao's game was arranged after sunset, so he packed up his things and prepared to rush to the arena.

As long as he wins this game, he will get yum points, enough to wear a blood crown and go to the capital of killing.

The place where he lives was arranged by the Grey Hawk as he asked, a little further from the arena, but very quiet.

After leaving the door, cross a stream and climb over a hill to see the arena.

There is a single-plank bridge on the stream. Lu Hao was walking on a single-plank tree and was about to pass the stream, but suddenly, he felt something was wrong in his heart.

There is someone under the bridge!

The powerful soul made his warning much faster than that of ordinary warriors. While realizing the crisis, his body had already reacted.

flash!

Water splashed under the bridge, an assassin rushed out, the scimitar fell, and then he felt the strong wind rushing to his face.

Lu Hao's mountain-slaying sword descended from the beginning and directly split the assassin into two pieces!

His counterattack was so fierce that the assassins who rushed out of the single-plank bridge were almost stunned.

But immediately, the encirclement was formed, with five in the first and four in the second, a total of nine people!

If placed in the Wuwei Empire, these nine people were all powerful people who entered the micro realm...

However, for Lu Hao now, entering the micro realm is really not enough!

As Lu Hao's body moved, his vitality surging and a fire cloud formed.

And what rolled in the fire cloud was the sword light of the mountain sword.

There were no weak people who came to assassinate Lu Hao, but Lu Hao's strength was even more powerful than they imagined.

"ah!"

A level three-level barbarian warrior was directly slapped away by Lu Hao's sword, and his tendons were broken!

"Wow!"

Another one was approaching level 4, with blood squirting from his mouth and flying backwards.

In just a moment, the besiegers had already withdrawn from the battle group. Lu Hao's two strikes were successful and his confidence increased greatly. He suddenly roared to the sky and slashed the mountain sword in his hand like the wind, slashing out continuously.

He forced two people to retreat again. In front of Lu Hao, there was only one person blocking him. He took the lead and the Rong could not dodge and could only block the weapon horizontally.

when!

After a loud bang, the Qirong man and his weapons were also split into two pieces!

"Good sword!" Lu Hao praised himself and looked around. The Qi Rong who came to assassinate had already looked fearful.

Didn’t it mean that the warriors with the Rong barbarian pattern are brave and fearless?

Didn’t these Eleven people respect the warriors the most?

Lu Hao laughed, raised his sword and walked towards the leader of the Rong people.

He had already recognized this man, Wuzhu and Balin's recommender.

Lu Hao could also guess the intention of the opponent's assassination, but he felt that he might threaten Ba Lin, so he wanted to kill him first.

Since you are here to kill him, don’t blame him for going back!

"We...we give up, we'll leave now!"

Wu Zhu spoke at this time, and the fear on his face did not dissipate, so he begged for mercy to Lu Hao.

But Lu Hao smiled: "Come when you want to come, leave when you want to? Since you are here to kill me, then leave when you want to! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a "good" cheer came from around him.

Although Lu Hao lives in a quiet and remote place, it is not deserted.

The battle here was fierce, so naturally some people from the Yangrong came to see the fun. When Lu Hao said this, these Yangrong people applauded.

Anyway, they are not the ones who are chopped down. They can watch a fight for free. What's wrong with it?

"Let's go!" Wu Zhu looked at his companions around him and shouted loudly.

When they came, they were full of confidence and felt that there were ten people who were ambushing again. Even if they could not kill Lu Hao, they could still severely damage him.

But when they really started fighting, they realized that although Lu Hao only played four games in the arena, the opponents in each game were not comparable to ordinary third-level barbarian warriors like them!

Defeating these mobs like a tyrant did not take much effort to defeat Lu Hao, and killing the two did not dissipate the anger in Lu Hao's heart.

He traveled thousands of miles to find his father, and there were many accidents in the middle and he was already full of resentment.

And these Qirong people still want to assassinate him!

Therefore, he chased after him with his sword.

When the people of the Great Rong were together, they were not his opponent. If they ran away in dispersion, they would be even more destined to be defeated by him one by one!

Including Wu Zhu, Lu Hao killed four people in a row, and then he felt a little relieved of his anger in his heart.

Carrying the sword, he was about to leave, but after thinking about it, he bent down, took off the dirty head, and took a piece of animal skin bag.

Then, he walked towards the arena with a swagger.

He didn't take much time to defeat the assassins, but he took a lot of time to chase them.

When he arrived at the arena, the host of the lord was already calling his name loudly.

And the audience around him was booed because of his lateness.

Seeing that there was blood on him, Grey Eagle came nervously and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm going to play." Lu Hao smiled and waved his hand, then walked into the arena with a sword in one hand and a leather package in the other.

After a while, Balin appeared in front of him.

The cold eyes and cold expression made Lu Hao feel that he seemed to be facing a killing machine.
Chapter completed!