Chapter 1376 Close at Hand

Qin An was actually a little dizzy at this time and had no idea what was going on.

How could he get into someone else's body?

Turning his head to look at the rostrum, he saw Qi Lu in the last row holding his arm, and he looked as if he hadn't woken up.

Damn it, how could such a bizarre thing happen?

"Hahaha, little girl, you are quite flexible, are you going to resist? Great, then let me play with you!"

The muscular slave gladiator rushed forward.

Qin An had no time to think about anything else, and he ignored the voice in his mind at this moment. He dodged the slave gladiator's attack, then reached out and grasped the opponent's ax handle, and pulled the ax directly and held it in his hand. He chopped off his head with a slash from his hand!

The audience outside the field was still shouting and shouting, and they didn't notice Yin Shiyao's change at all. Their eyes were focused on the gladiators who were pinning women to the ground and playing with them.

After killing his opponent, Qin An quickly took off his clothes, then tore the clothes around himself, blocking his chest from being exposed.

During the movement, he accidentally touched the tender white breast flesh, and felt his whole body tremble. It felt very strange.

He couldn't figure out why he could travel through time, so Qin An didn't think about it.

What he should do now is ensure this woman's safety.

I don't know why Qin An just doesn't want to see this woman get hurt. Now he actually has a reason, because the woman obviously knows him, so he can learn more about himself through her.

Why was Qi Lu treated as a guest in this strange city, while this woman became a female slave? It can only mean that the two of them don’t know each other. And they all know him, which seems a bit strange.

How can we ensure women’s safety? This circular arena is surrounded by walls, and the stands outside the walls are filled with spectators. If you want to prevent women from being hurt in the walls, it is actually very simple. That is to eliminate all the crises in the walls. Clear!

Those strong male slave gladiators can no longer be regarded as human beings. They are a group of demons who have been stunned by killing and violence.

Qin An's subconscious is a bitch of the Holy Mother, and now that he has lost his memory, it is even more unwanted by the Holy Mother.

So he decided to be a hero and save the beauty, so he held the ax handle with one hand and started killing.

Some people in the stands finally noticed the slave girl who was running around and killing the slave gladiator, and they all screamed in surprise.

"Oh my God! Look, that slave girl is so powerful, she's killing the gladiator!"

"Yes! Why are you so strong? You can actually chop off someone's head in one go?"

"My dear, you're so fast! Two more were hacked to death!"

At this time, Li Shulan and others on the rostrum finally noticed the accident in the field, and they were all stunned.

what's the situation?

Li Shulan frowned for a while, waved to one side and said:

"Show me this slave girl's information."

The man in charge of hosting immediately ran to Li Shulan and handed over Yin Shiyao's resume.

Li Shulan glanced at it a few times, but it was ordinary. He had been a slave in Shulan City for seven years. He was sent to the arena because the owner of the family died.

I didn’t expect this woman to be a martial artist.

Li Shulan could only think like this at this time, because she could no longer think of any other answer.

Although there are many bizarre things in the apocalypse, there are still a few people with powers as powerful as Qin An. At least, Li Shulan has never seen one at this level.

in the arena,

Qin An seemed to have found himself in the killing, which he fully understood after he killed more than a dozen gladiators with an axe.

He is very suitable for killing people, and he can hit the opponent's vital points directly at will.

Why is this so? Could it be that his previous occupation was a killer?

Qin An, who had temporary amnesia, naturally would not have thought that he was a more terrifying existence than the killer.

From the outbreak of the apocalypse to now, the number of zombies and beasts killed by Qin An has been countless, and the number of people who died at Qin An's hands is estimated to be thousands.

It should also be said that Qin An would repeatedly hesitate and hesitate when killing people. He was not a straightforward person, otherwise he might have killed more people.

Finally, Qin An's movements also attracted the attention of the gladiators. They all gave up the women in their hands and surrounded Qin An.

At this time, Qin An had killed more than thirty gladiators.

How could these guys with no muscles be Qin An's opponents.

Qin An is not only good at killing people, but also knows many killing techniques.

Just as Li Shulan had guessed, Qin An had learned many close combat skills during his years of soul travel and was really good at martial arts.

Now coupled with the enhanced physical skills of the bodyguard spirit, he is powerful even without other powers. At least when facing these so-called gladiators, Qin An can kill people as easily as he can retrieve something from a bag.

After the killing started, Qin An's eyes turned red, and the smell of blood and flesh made him a little excited.

A gladiator rushed towards him. Qin An dodged the attack and swung the machete he had just picked up with his left hand, cutting off his legs in one go.

The gladiator's huge body fell, Qin An swung his right hand, and the big ax hit his neck directly, cutting off his head.

The man was dead, but Qin An still didn't let him go. After his body fell to the ground, he slashed Huashan with the force of his left hand knife. The powerful force actually separated the gladiator from his chest. The blood in his body was under the action of the body's internal pressure. It jumped out and splashed in all directions. The heart, spleen and other organs were all ruptured, and they bounced out as the body fell to the ground. The appearance was extremely frightening.

Two more gladiators came over. Qin An dodged and avoided their attacks, and then killed them one by one.

It seems that Qin An's strength has far surpassed that of ordinary gladiators, because even the gladiator's muscular-looking arms cannot be dismembered like Qin An's casual move.

In the stands, the audience was shouting excitedly. They saw a female slave suddenly going crazy. Her graceful body seemed to contain infinite power. The strong foot fighters could not even walk in front of her before they all died. How could this happen? Can it not surprise and excite people?

But gradually, the shouts stopped, and people's faces turned pale, because things seemed to be out of control.

There were now more than forty gladiators killed, and they eventually turned into corpses piled together.

The graceful figure did not leave the pile of corpses, but circled around there.

Most of the time, she used the ax in her left hand to attack new enemies, but the enlarged sword in her right hand never stopped. She kept hacking at the dead bodies one by one with very fast movements. Quickly, more than forty corpses were chopped into pieces in a short time. After the blood flowed into rivers, there was no longer a complete body.

But the graceful figure had no intention of stopping. At this time, more than fifty gladiators had been killed, but the pile of corpses did not get much bigger, because the previous corpses had been chopped into pieces by her.

Gradually, the auditorium in the arena became quieter. It was originally sunny, but everyone felt a little cold, as if there was a cold wind blowing on their backs.

Qin An actually didn't know why he did this, it was completely spontaneous.

He always felt depressed, as if blood and minced meat could soothe his mood.

Therefore, he killed people and dismembered the bodies at the same time, making the smell of blood stronger and turning the bright red meat into pieces.

During the killing, Qin An felt his blood boiling and his mind seemed to be much clearer.

He knew that this was not because his mind was really clear, but because his mental state had entered an excited state, as if he was going crazy!

Just kill him, no matter what, these people deserve to die anyway!

In Qin An's subconscious mind, this is his judgment of right and wrong.

At this time, Yin Shiya's soul was trapped in the spiritual world in her body, but she could also feel what was happening outside.

This feeling is not seeing, but a feeling. It seems that Qin An's visual perception at this time is connected with Yin Shiyao, so she knows the situation outside.

Yin Shiyao was also a little stupid, because she could not only feel the outside, but also Qin An's mood.

Suddenly, Yin Shiyao remembered the past and the experience she had with Qin An while pretending to be Wang Fang.

Afterwards, another clone faked his death, and Qin An seemed furious.

That time after he killed the jumping zombie, he seemed to have divided it into pieces and chopped it into pieces. His mood at that time should be very similar to now, right?

Oh, what a violent man!

Yin Shiyao thought so, but her mood became more comfortable.

Has Qin An finally arrived? Does this ability, which allows the soul to occupy her body and temporarily strengthen her body's physical skills, also belong to Qin An?

So Qin An’s body

Yin Shiyao had actually just followed Qin An's gaze and saw Qin An sitting on the rostrum. She just didn't know who the woman sitting next to Qin An was.

Except for Qin An, everyone's mood was complicated, including the city lord Li Shulan on the rostrum, the teaching king Tian Qiguang, Qi Lu and Cui Azha who were sitting next to Qin An's body.

Their faces became very pale. They had seen violent people, but they had never seen such a violent scene!

One-third of the entire arena was stained red with blood.

The blood flowed out from the pile of corpses, and then surged everywhere, branching out into many branches. Looking vertically from top to bottom, the arena at this time looked like a blooming bloody chrysanthemum!

Finally, less than twenty gladiators died. The female slaves in the arena were happy at first, and then frightened by the woman who was already covered in blood. They all backed up and leaned against the wall, forming a pile. group.

In the stands a few meters away from them, a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded. The voice was so soft that only the other woman beside her could hear it.

"Mom, that doppelganger mother seems to be crazy. Should we do something?"