Before the cold wind could find Spart's weakness, Spart had already let out an angry roar, and his dirt-red fighting spirit increased, and his whole body seemed to have increased a lot.

"Coax!" The iron thorns wrapped around Spart's body began to burn. The iron thorns wrapped around Spart's body exploded one after another under Spart's struggle. Spart's body was filled with red fighting spirit like liquid.

Fortunately, the cold wind dodged in time and was not hit by the flying thorns, but a heat wave still came to my face. Even the giant rock sword in Spart's hand flowed with red Dou Qi, and pungent gas kept coming out of the groove of the giant rock sword.

"Oh, Spart is angry! This is Spart's composite attribute fighting spirit of fire and earth - magma attribute fighting spirit. The power is doubled, it is simply a powerful fighting spirit of attack and defense. Our newcomer's cold face is in danger."

Han Feng was a little surprised. Spart actually realized two attributes of fighting spirit at level three. His talent was really amazing. The compound fighting spirit is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Some compound fighting spirits are mutually restrained and may even reduce their power, but some increase their power dramatically. The composite attribute fighting spirit of Spart's fire and earth in front of him is an example. Han Feng couldn't figure out why such a genius didn't find a good mentor, practice hard and make continuous progress.

What Han Feng didn't know was that there were three types of people who came to the arena to compete. One was to get a big bounty, the second was to have a low birth, and the third was Han Feng who was trained by his masters, and the third was that he had the least number of people.

Sbart is the second type. Sbart is a slave, and his excellent talent becomes a tragedy. His master found that he had a high talent for fighting spirit, so he kept experiencing life and death training, and finally sent him to the arena to earn a lot of money for him. Not everyone has the life of Han Feng, and meets the right mentor.

But there are many attractive things in the arena. One of them is that as long as you win 66 consecutive victories, you can choose to become the guardian of the arena. Once you become the guardian of the arena, no matter what your identity was before, you have nothing to do with the past, and the arena will also ensure your safety in your future life.

This has been done in the arena for hundreds of years, and it has indeed protected many criminals and slaves.

Once a prince launched a coup but failed and hid in the arena to seek protection. In the end, he won 66 consecutive victories in the arena and became the guardian of the arena. The king ordered the prince to hand over the arena to disobey the arena. The king was furious and dispatched the most elite court mages and the Royal Knights to encircle the arena.

What is unexpected is that on the day of encirclement and suppression, a large number of high-level warriors and mages suddenly appeared in the arena, and the Palace Mage and the Royal Knights returned in a defeat.

Seeing that the kingdom's most elite court mage and Royal Knights were seriously injured, the prince wanted to launch a rebellion again. Unfortunately, the prince acted privately without the consent of the arena. He was dismembered by the ruling team dispatched by the arena that day and hung at the door of the arena until it was rotten.

Since then, this incident has been calmed down, and no one has ever come to find a venue for the arena. This happened hundreds of years ago. I still don’t know how the strength of the arena has developed.

The cold wind quickly retreated, kept a suitable distance from Spart, quietly observing Spart's changes. Spart inserted the giant sword in his hand to the ground, patted his chest with both hands, roaring angrily, his fighting spirit became stronger, and his body shrank instead. Spart suddenly stopped roaring, pulled up the sword on the ground and rushed forward. His body seemed to have been several points faster.

"Oh, Spart has even used the crazy transformation. I can't believe it. I can't bear to watch it anymore. Our poor cold noodles were smashed into meat pie and almost appeared in front of me. Oh! It's so bloody and violent!" Maradona turned his head and covered his face with his orchid finger. His words aroused cheers from the audience on the stage.

"Frozen Trap!" The cold ice suddenly appeared on the road of Spart's advance. The crisp sound of "Baopao!" continued. Spart directly broke the sharp ice, and he hit the cold wind without reducing his speed.

Although Spart seemed to be rushing towards the cold wind with a shocking momentum, there seemed to be no change, but the cold wind keenly noticed that the red fighting spirit where Spart was hit by the ice, the red fighting spirit was soon filled with the fighting spirit around him. Suddenly, the blue star suddenly appeared at six o'clock, and Spaart was frozen in the ice. The whole audience was quiet, silent.

"Oh! Oh my God! What did I see! Ice-type intermediate magic! The cold face is indeed cold enough, hidden deep, and it still has such a trick. We are pitiful that Spart was frozen, but this is not the end. I firmly believe that Spart will not be defeated so easily, the showdown between water and fire! The collision between ice and fire! The good show has just begun now! Let's guess whether the cold is defeating the scorching heat or the flames melting the ice!" Maradona immediately said in surprise, and also awakened the audience, and the shocking cheers resounded throughout the entire arena again.

Not many people who can buy tickets to the arena will care about the little money they bet on. All they care about is a battle that can make their blood boil. Evenly matched battles are the most exciting, and the one-sided battles are not exciting enough.

It seemed to be in response to Maradona's call that the ice around Sbart melted at an extremely fast speed. Sbart quickly roared again and rushed out of the ice. The giant rock sword was raised above his head and strode forward, but the fighting spirit in his body became much dimmed.

By the time Buster broke free from the trap, Hanfeng had already finished reciting the spell of "Ice Explosion". Hanfeng took out a special blade, but this time the blade was different from the previous times. It was a finished product designed by Hanfeng, transformed by Cannes, and finally established.

The entire blade is an irregular hexagon, like snowflakes. Each blade has a raised inverted blade on the left and right, which will greatly increase the pain whether it is pierced or pulled out. The hexagon is a characteristic that ensures that it will rotate and fly out every time, and it also increases the power. It will not happen again that the initial impact on the body from the side, causing the blade to fail to penetrate into the body. The name of these blades is snowflakes.

A magic ice hockey that was much bigger than the ice explosion that Han Feng used to exert was shot at Spart's chest.

The cold wind shouted loudly! The scene made the audience look at it on the magic screen, and the hexagonal snowflakes spread out to the surroundings. In conjunction with the red Spart in the center, the crystal clear hexagonal ice crystals were particularly beautiful and charming.

Just like the flames of gas in the severe winter, a bright light in the darkness. In the bloody arena, this is undoubtedly a very beautiful scene. Countless noble ladies screamed enough to shake people's eardrums.

"Oh~ This is the most intoxicating scene I have ever seen in the arena. How heart-warming, my heart is pounding, oh~ It feels like a first love." Maradona directly expressed the thoughts in the ladies' hearts with disgusting words.

Spart, located at the center of the ice explosion, was in no mood to enjoy the beautiful scene, and had only time to stretch out his left arm to block it. Countless ice and snowflakes pierced into Spart's body. This time Spart's extremely strong defense could not block the attack of the ice explosion. The explosive power in an instant was not so easily offset.

The ice that was inserted into Spart's body was soon melted by the only remaining fighting energy on Spart's body. Blood kept flowing out of the wound. The left arm that blocked her was the most miserable. Even a whole piece of flesh was penetrated by snowflakes, leaving only a small half of the flesh connected to Spart's hands. Fortunately, the thick arm blocked it for a while, and the snowflakes did not hurt Spart's face.

Although there were still a lot of snowflakes inserted all over his body, and the blood dyed the man red, it was not fatal. Spart bared his teeth, pinched the end of the snowflake, pulled it hard, and pulled it out, pulling out the snowflakes inserted on his right shoulder, which led to a piece of flesh and blood.

Spart's defense was strong, otherwise all the snowflakes would have been sank into Spart's body. Although Spart looks miserable now, except for the influence of his left arm, everything else is still fine.

When the cold wind saw that Spart's fighting spirit had dissipated and his defense had been broken, he rushed up again. The ice touch directly swung towards Spart's neck. Seeing the cold wind blowing towards him, Spart held the rock giant sword in one hand in his right hand, holding the hilt of the sword and fell to the ground with force.

"Bloody battle with the Eight Wildernesses!" Spart roared! The earth was revived, and the red fighting spirit burst out with fragments of the rock giant sword as the center.

Han Feng was shocked, his feet were numb and could only stand in place. The two daggers with green Dou Qi intertwined in the air to form a Dou Qi net, shooting down countless rock fragments. Despite this, rocks of all sizes continued to break through the woven net of Han Feng and hit Han Feng's body. Han Feng felt not only a pain, but also a burning feeling, just like being hit by a hot rock.

Due to the use of fighting skills, the rock giant sword in Spart's hand turned into thousands of pieces, leaving only one hilt left in Spart's hand. What is surprising is that countless rock fragments gathered on the hilt of Spart's hand, but it was much shrunk much than the previous rock giant sword, but it was easier to be waved with one hand.

Spart waved the rock sword in his hand again and slashed down at the cold wind, and the strong wind brought about was only sound.
Chapter completed!