Chapter 1520 Entering the Ring

At this time, Song Jian's mind was blank, and the mental strength, qi and blood value, and sword qi value in his body were rapidly decreasing as if they had been extracted by something.

In ten seconds, Song Jian's blood value was less than one-tenth, his spirit value was even more dry, and his sword energy value was less than ten points.

At this time, Song Jian had no way to maintain the state of earth escape, and was forced to get out of the rock and lay on the black ground.

At this moment, the ground trembled slightly, and the rumble sounded endlessly. Countless barbarian cavalry rushed towards him, and phantoms of barbarian gods slowly appeared in the sky.

Song Jian slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes were the eyes full of anger of the barbarian gods.

"Me, what's wrong with me?" Song Jian's mind flashed the memory before he fell into a coma like lightning.

"Damn it, the boiling blood will actually cause me harm!" Song Jian's face changed drastically. If he is at the peak of his state and the probability of escaping the pursuit is close to death, then his state at this time is ten deaths and no life. , there is no possibility of survival.

At this moment, there were several god sons of foreign races from all directions, and the saint was driven by the barbarian cavalry, and rushed towards Song Jian's position.

The barbarian cavalry didn't chase them on purpose, but these people happened to be in the way of the barbarian cavalry's attack. After being discovered, there were cavalry in all directions, and they had nowhere to hide, so they could only be driven forward passively.

"There is a human race over there, human race!" a foreign god son shouted loudly with excitement in his eyes.

"Challenge, challenge him, hide in the bloody arena!"

"Haha, as long as you hide in the bloody ring, you can avoid these barbarian cavalry, it is good luck..."

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All of a sudden, these seven or eight alien god sons and saints rushed towards Song Jian together.

Seven or eight voices suddenly sounded in Song Jian's mind. These voices were cold and ordinary, very similar to the reminder voices given by the system every time, but there were subtle differences.

"Kama, the god son of the Tianha clan, has issued a bloody challenge to you, do you agree?"

"Ziyunliu, the saintess of the Zilan Star Clan, issues a bloody challenge to you, do you agree?"

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All the saints and sons of God who appeared within Song Jian's field of vision challenged Song Jian almost at the same time! In their view, as long as they can hide in the bloody arena, they can avoid these barbarian cavalry. What they didn't expect is that the target of these barbarian cavalry is Song Jian. If they knew, they might be afraid to avoid Song Jian Not enough, how dare to approach?

Song Jian looked at the barbarian cavalry who were less than 100 meters away from him. It only took a few seconds to step on him at such a short distance. Congeal into substance.

"When did the bloody arena turn on the challenge function?" A smile appeared on Song Jian's face. It was a smile of life in a desperate situation. He was destined to die, but he never thought of hiding in the bloody arena. Unexpectedly, this opportunity was delivered to him in vain.

"agree!"

Song Jian roared, no matter who he is in the life-and-death arena with, he can enter the bloody arena to recover, even if he is given a few seconds, he can recover to 80% of the state, as long as he can recover to 80% In the state of eighty, he can use the Five Elements escape method, and he can avoid this large group of barbarian cavalry. As for the barbarian gods, he can only resign himself to fate!

whoosh whoosh~

Song Jianying and the eight alien god sons and saints turned into white light at the same time, flew into a ring dripping with blood in the sky, and stood on both sides of the ring.

At this time, a 15-second countdown appeared in the void in front of everyone's eyes at the same time. When the countdown was over, the battle was about to begin.

Melee, unexpectedly, it turned out to be a melee!

Panicked expressions appeared in the eyes of the sons and saintesses of the gods. Everyone fought, and only one person was able to get out in the end, which meant that they had always wanted to avoid killing each other, but finally it was unavoidable!

"Let's go together, let's deal with that human race first!" A son of God finally couldn't bear the weird silence and roared loudly.

"That's right, let's kill the Tianjiao of the human race first, and then we will decide the winner!"

In an instant, all the saints and sons of the alien race made a decision at the same time, and at this time Song Jian had already begun to seize the time to stuff the recovery potion in the parcel box into his mouth in large quantities.

Qi and blood values, spirit values, and sword qi values ​​are rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is not a time to save money. Song Jian uses all instant medicines and elixir, whether it is to increase the value, It still increased the percentage, and swallowed it all in one go.

Ten, nine, eight, ...

The countdown ended slowly, and in the last three seconds, the original white illusory numbers had turned blood red, and at the same time, there was a crimson aura in the arena, which was the same as the messy aura in the starry sky battlefield, which made people There is an insane desire to destroy everything.

"kill!"

The eyes of several alien gods and saints were filled with murderous intent, and they rushed towards Song Jian with ferocious expressions. At this time, Song Jian also recovered within fifteen seconds. Although he was not at his peak state, But it also has the power to fight!

hum~

There was a soft sound, and the imprint of time emitted a transparent light, an invisible energy that surrounded Song Jian's body. After spreading out for ten meters, it began to shrink slowly until it formed a circle with a diameter of one meter. Just stopped.

At the same time, the halo of endless hunting was also exerted to the extreme by Song Jian at some point, and the halo under his feet exuded a white halo. Song Jian rushed towards several people like a fierce tiger, holding the Potian Sword in his hand.

All of a sudden, under the light of swords and blood, Song Jian was holding a long sword alone, fighting together with several sons and saints of God. Neither of them showed any big tricks, just like martial arts fighters. However, in the hands of these people, these ordinary boxing techniques, sword moves, and sword skills have the effect of turning decay into magic, and each move is not weaker than the unique skills of ordinary players.

The blood-type arena was shrouded in red light, and a faint bloody aura was rippling in all directions. Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry stood on their horses in unison, looking up at the bloody arena in mid-air.

Even the barbarian gods, who had been seriously injured and had only five heads and eight arms left, quietly looked down at the bloody arena with responsible eyes.

"The bloody arena, hum, it was originally a arena for the barbarians to please the gods, when will other races need to wait for the bloody arena to please the barbarians, hahahaha!"

Inexplicably, the barbarian god suddenly laughed wildly, looking at the bloody arena where Song Jian and several other people were fighting, with a look of mockery in his eyes.

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