Compared with ordinary audiences, Sky Arena actually hopes to see more fresh fresh blood injections, and complete the "God Creation" every two years.

Therefore, the existence of True Yang has brought considerable fame to the Sky Arena in a sense, but in the long run, it is not conducive to development.

Another thing is that the forces behind Sky Arena are also diversified and have a relationship of cooperation and competition.

If someone wants to suppress it, and if another king is replaced, there will naturally be someone waiting for them to fail so that they can come out to save the situation.

And this carefully selected 3-on-1 duel is a test.

As for the results, it is obvious that some people have to miscalculate.

After killing the fake guy with one hand, Zhenyang came straight to the pharaoh. This almost immortal guy had a very calm look on his face.

"It won't die if you tear it in half. Now I'm curious if you can't die no matter how you."

After saying that, he directly hooked it into the air with one foot, and then activated [Disaster of Disaster], with his hands filled with unknown thoughts...

Euler's Thousand Combos!

When the Pharaoh fell into his attack range, he saw Zhenyang's fists suddenly landing on him like a storm.

Using the technique of using thoughts made the Pharaoh seem to be firmly frozen in the air, unable to stay away from or fall down.

Every moment is quiet, every moment, every moment is full of perfect use of the fire of thought.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The sound of the fist and the human body hitting is almost quickly connected into a line!

The excitement of the audience was vented and they began to cheer.

Sure enough, even if it is three to one, the priest on the 251st floor is the strongest and most invincible!

At the same time, the people behind the Sky Arena who were watching the scene were having a heated discussion at this moment.

"This is a demonstration to us! I propose to terminate the game immediately and then deprive the other party of the poster's identity."

"Haha! They are just using their rights reasonably. Do they really think that they can let you control it? I'm afraid they've forgotten the accident twenty years ago? How many lives are you enough to bet?"

When I mentioned that incident 20 years ago, I suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, not any contestant who comes to the Sky Arena will follow the rules.

Thousands of spectators were killed or injured that time. Not only did the forces behind the Sky Arena undergo a major reshuffle, but they were almost unable to recover.

"What do you mean?"

"As long as we meet any conditions that we have given the 251st floor owner's rights, we will agree to him! As it turns out, he did not rely on luck to get to this point today. And all the things that should be hyped are also hyped. Even if we agree to his request in the future, there will be no loss for us."

"snort!"

"Then raise your hands and vote now."

"agree."

“Additional.”

"Can."

“Abstainment…”

This time, a consensus was soon reached.

"Since we have reached a consensus, then we will stop this competition as soon as possible. One poster has died. If the pharaoh and the cursed master die here again, it will not be consistent with our interests."

Although that's what it said, the development of things has long exceeded their control.

Back to the Sky Arena.

A full thousand fists fell on his body, and the Pharaoh was almost beaten into a pool of human-shaped mud!

But with the [Undead Bandage of the Undead] wrapped around the body, the Pharaoh was still alive in a strange state and was recovering quickly.

"You...can't kill me."

The first time the Pharaoh spoke, hoarse and unpleasant.

But Zhenyang, who finished work, smiled, "There is no unkillable thing in this world. If there is one, there is no right way."

"I'll ask you a question, how are your luck?"

luck?

The Pharaoh didn't understand why, recalling his own experiences, he said in a deep voice: "It's awful, but even if bad luck turns me into my current appearance of being neither human nor ghost, I still live well."

"Ah, is that right? Then let me see it."

Bang!

A snap of your fingers!

The unknown evil thoughts burst out suddenly, and a thousand negative states appeared randomly on the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh began to wail in pain!

Even though he was beaten a thousand times just now, the Pharaoh didn't even shout.

But now he rolled on the ground in pain!

The number one thousand is equivalent to most of the negative situations that people can think of.

That kind of torture is definitely worse than death!

In particular, there is a negative state called [Death], but [Undead Bandage] does not allow him to die.

So the Pharaoh, who endured endless torture, always wandered in the boundary between life and death, and always tasted the fear brought by death!

Think about it, everything is possible!

The next sentence is, there is a limit to reciting!

Contradictory but complement each other.

So after reaching the limit, [Undead Undead Bandage] began to collapse!

The elder's body began to twist and deform, and finally turned into a 'football' with bandages wrapped around it in a wail.

Pharaoh died, but survived forever in this way of ‘work of art’.

Zhenyang tried to get close to this thing, but he didn't expect that the ghost thing had no human consciousness and had only instinct left, and actually tried to devour any flesh and blood creatures that stepped into it.

Bandages fly, fangs and claws!

It's completely a spell.

But for Zhenyang, he could not threaten himself during his lifetime. Could it be that he would be fine after he died?

He tore the bandages that dared to fly over, and he just thrusts up!

The landing point is the curse master who knows life and death.

The cursed master who originally wanted to avoid the disaster by pretending to be dead immediately cursed in his heart after hearing the sound of breaking through the air.

Then he quickly got up from the ground and opened his mouth, "Get back!"

The bandage football suddenly stopped in the air, and then it actually flew backwards.

However, the price of the Curse Master doing this was to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, countless celebrities flashed through his mind at this moment, Ronaldo, Ronaldo, Messi, and Big Air Wings...

Huh? It seems that something strange is getting mixed in.

But that doesn't matter. What's important is that at this moment, these celebrities all merged together and turned into a volley!

Bang!

The bandage football flew back instantly and flew back with lightning speed.

The speed is so fast that I can't escape!

So the cursed master could only bite the bullet and shout again: "Stop it!"

Really my voice was screaming!

Blood started to squirt from the throat!

But he did, the ball, and really stopped in front of him.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes were filled with bandages after bandages.

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[Shi Ling Curse] The biggest disadvantage is that once the mouth is blocked, it will become a waste!
Chapter completed!