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The black and red shock waves above the fists of the two collided and stood in a stalemate for a long time. It seemed that no one could do anything to the other, and the fight was evenly matched for a while.

For their own attacks, both of them have absolute confidence. Since fighting against the enemy, they have never seen an opponent who can take their own blows. Opponents are hard to find, and in the eyes of the two sides looking at each other, there is an inexplicable emotion of inadequacy and indescribable inhumanity.

It seems to be applauding, it seems to be mutual affirmation, it seems to be the satisfaction of meeting a bosom friend for a thousand cups of wine.

When you meet a good opponent, of course you have to defeat the opponent with your own hands.

"Break it for me."

The two exploded almost at the same time, and the strength in their hands suddenly increased a bit. Under the bulging veins in their arms, the red and black energies surged even more violently in the arena.

boom!

The energy that enveloped the entire gladiatorial arena was surging, and they were still helpless against each other. After a while, Red and Black seemed to have found a way to vent, and Qi Qi rushed towards the surrounding auditorium.

The impact of red and black is like a huge wave emptying out, once it falls, it will be a stormy sea.

"Run, die, die."

"It's too late, no one can run away."

Faced with the powerful attacks of the two, everyone at the scene seemed to be strangled by fate, and it was futile to let them struggle. The sliver of courage to run for his life that he finally mustered up was also completely wiped out by the approaching huge waves in front of him. He could only watch the huge waves fall, and he ended up being crushed to pieces.

"Where did the gladiators who guarded the surroundings go?"

"Hurry up and take action to protect our safety. If you don't take action, it will be too late."

At a critical juncture, out of the stimulation of survival instincts, some people still broke free from the shackles of fate and were unwilling to perish here. Thinking of the gladiators responsible for protecting everyone's safety, they couldn't help but shouted loudly.

In fact, they didn't need to take the initiative to remind the gladiators around the auditorium, they had already prepared the preparations for the attack. Not for anything else, just for the noble lord sitting in the auditorium, without any harm. If he disturbed them, his fate would definitely not be easy.

Countless gladiators with dazzling achievements, facing the huge red and black waves in front of them, did not flinch but jumped head-on, jumped into the sky, or drew their swords and slashed, or punched heavily with both fists, Perhaps by throwing the spear in his hand, he can be sure that each blow represents the pinnacle blow of everyone.

boom!

The red and black huge waves, due to the colorful attacks, the huge waves like a city wall were suddenly blasted out huge and terrifying gaps. Losing the integrity of the whole, the huge red and black waves no longer had enough strength, and they were taken down with a heavy blow.

In the end, the huge red and black waves, like a huge man who was seriously injured, churned and struggled for a while, but still couldn't resist the colorful bombardment, and fell to the ground with a whimper.

So far, Zhou Yixian and Sparta's attack was successfully stopped by a group of gladiators with strong strengths guarding the auditorium.

boom!

With the fall of the huge wave in the sky, everyone's attack finally completed its due task, and it exploded silently above the sky. Against the background of the red and black curtain, the final dazzling light was emitted, and there was a gorgeous and colorful fireworks show in the sky above the arena.

"What a nice view!"

The audience at the scene was temporarily lost in the beautiful scene in front of them, forgetting everything.

"Look, they are still fighting." Who knows, looked down, shouted in shock, and couldn't help pulling everyone's realization back to the arena again.

"Nimma, are they still human?"

Originally thought that after such a violent blow, the two of them had almost reached the limit of the audience. Unexpectedly, the two of them were still inside their bodies, hiding such amazing power. Finally, everyone couldn't hold back and burst out swearing.

Real-life beasts too!

Sparta and Zhou Yixian fought again, and everyone could no longer see the traces of the two sides fighting. All they could see in the arena was the afterimages of human figures constantly flashing, and the two afterimages sounded with the sound of a bang, and the distance between them was separated at the touch of a touch.

I can't understand it, but it's fun.

It was an honor to witness such a wonderful battle, and the audience at the scene immediately felt great satisfaction.

Now they are afraid that they will be driven away, and they are unwilling to leave, but they are thinking in their hearts that they must see the outcome of this battle.

"Your attack strength is obviously not as good as before, do you want to continue?"

Fighting with Sparta's fists again, Zhou Yixian immediately felt the strength from the opponent's fist, which was a little weaker than that, and he couldn't help thinking of stopping.

If this battle continues, it will not make much sense anymore. The body has the support of dark fruit, which continuously absorbs the Dao energy in the world and replenishes itself. Even after fighting for so long, the amount of Dao energy in Zhou Yixian's body has not decreased at all, but the total amount has increased. Subtle growth.

Except for the physical exertion, it really didn't have much impact on Zhou Yixian.

On the other hand, Sparta has experienced a long period of high-intensity battles, and the Dao energy in the body cannot be replenished, which is already a bit unsustainable.

Even so, Sparta has no intention of giving up in his heart.

"Not enough, not enough pressure"

After blocking the opponent's attack with a punch, Sparta immediately dodged and distanced himself from the opponent. After maintaining a sufficient safe distance, Sparta's chest was like a blower, blowing out thick air.

It can be imagined that the previous battle has almost reached the physical limit of Sparta.

"Admit defeat, there's no need to forcefully support him." Zhou Xian shook his head and stopped the attack in his hand. The fist of judgment just now seemed to have consumed too much energy, and Sparta didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. It would be a little too inhumane to continue attacking on his own.

"Stop looking down on others. If you continue, I can still support you."

Sparta, who has a lot of combat experience, naturally understands that he has basically lost the battle at this moment. However, he had reasons to continue. Sparta knew in his heart that once he was defeated, his companions in the hands of the Lucius family would inevitably be angered and pay the price with their lives.

Once a person carries a heavy burden, he often has no choice but to be led by his neck by fate and become a puppet on strings. For the sake of his companions, even if Sparta still has a little strength, this battle will never end.

"If you don't attack, I will take action."

Dragging his tired body, Sparta staggered towards the young man in front of him step by step, raised his fist, and hit Zhou Xian weakly.

The lonely, helpless look of Sparta at this moment is indescribably heartbreaking.

"Stop, you've done enough." Zhou Xian grabbed Sparta's hand and signaled him not to continue.

A man as strong as Sparta also has a fragile side.

"Are you pitying me?" Spartan asked.

"No, you don't need anyone's sympathy." Zhou Yixian said.

"Give me a good time," said Sparta.

He thought in his heart that instead of implicating his companions because of his defeat, it would be better to choose death and walk with everyone so that he would not be lonely on the road.

Death may be the only option in his life.

When a person has the courage to face death, Yiyi Xian has no reason to refuse the other party's plea.

"Be prepared, this will be the final blow." Zhou Xian, who originally planned to shout Caesar's name, gave up the plan. At this time, it was really not suitable to make any move to insult the other party. He just said: "You are a true warrior in the arena."

Qianlan!

If Bai Lan is like a prison, no one can escape. So Zhou Xian's attack at this moment is the arrival of death. I saw that above the clear sky above the arena, a sky full of stars that only existed at night suddenly appeared. In the daytime, with the stars, this scene evokes an indescribable strange beauty in people's hearts.

"Stars. What a beautiful existence."

Except for the dark underground of the arena, Sparta had forgotten how long it had been since he saw the beautiful stars in the night sky. Seeing the stars he had seen countless times in his dreams again, Sparta opened his arms as if embracing freedom, welcoming the beautiful scene specially prepared for him.

The stars were falling, the sky was showing murderous intent, and the entire Colosseum seemed to be mourning, staged a gorgeous funeral for Sparta.

Zhou Xian's Lanjiao attack was suspended in the air for a long time, and finally began to fall rapidly, and a storm began to fall in the sky.

Everyone under the heavy rain is not immune.

Tick ​​tock!

Sparta, who stood under the heavy rain, bore the brunt and became the first victim. Under the intensive slashing, his whole body instantly became a bloody man.

It seemed that all the blood in his body had left his body at this moment, and the blood flowing out formed a small puddle on his feet. Until death, Sparta will not take away anything that belongs to him.

With every drop of blood lost, the life breath in Sparta's body became weaker. Seeing the tragic scene in front of them, everyone at the scene felt that time in the entire sky had stopped for a moment. It seemed that tens of thousands of years had passed, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Sparta could no longer feel the slightest bit of life information in this strong body.

"Sparta."

"Sparta."

"Sparta."

Premonition that the Grand Arena had lost their hero forever, most people in the audience reluctantly shouted out the name that once represented supreme glory.

Ho ho ho!

It is said that some gladiators in the Grand Arena did not shout Sparta's name, but instead hammered their chests, giving their highest respect to the person standing in front of them.

They may have been life-and-death enemies with each other before, but at this moment, each of them is a Spartan.

Death is the fate of every gladiator in this grand arena.