The momentum was so great that it brought up yellow sand on the ground, blocking the sight of many people.

"Dali is going crazy!"

The slaves in the stands stood up one after another, wanting to rush into the Colosseum. Only in this way could they see more clearly.

The sword was very fierce, and it was difficult for Liu Wuxie to change his stance before his feet even touched the ground.

At this ten thousandth of a second, Liu Wuxie made an incredible move and suddenly threw the iron knife into the ground.

If the weapon is thrown away, Liu Wuxie is asking for death!

His right foot suddenly stepped on the handle of the iron sword, and with the help of the force of the iron sword's rebound, his body jumped up again.

"It's amazing, this guy's reaction ability is amazing!"

The other guards nodded one after another, deeply attracted by Liu Wuxie's amazing body movements and extraordinary fighting skills.

The body made a 180-degree rotation in the air and successfully avoided the powerful knife.

At this moment, Liu Wuxie's body suddenly pressed down, and the chain locking his left foot spun in the air, and happened to be wrapped around Dali's neck.

Every detail is grasped to the extreme.

If he deviates just a little bit, Liu Wuxie will die under the powerful iron sword.

After locking Dali's neck, Liu Wuxie suddenly sank and his body fell to the ground.

Dali lost control of his body and was pulled down by the chains.

"boom!"

The powerful and huge body suddenly fell to the ground, splashing countless dust.

The chain locked his neck tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His hands couldn't help but grab the chain. If he didn't untie it, he would suffocate to death.

How could Liu Wuxie give him a chance? His body suddenly exerted force, returned to where he was before, and kicked the iron knife stuck on the ground with his right foot.

The iron sword was like a hidden weapon, turning into a straight line and flying almost close to the ground.

quick!

Incredibly fast.

Before everyone could react, the iron knife penetrated Dali's left neck and stretched out from the right side of his neck.

In just one tenth of a breath, the battle was over.

The entire Colosseum fell into deathly silence, and it was impossible to describe the mood at this moment.

"Hiss, hiss..."

Waves of gasping sounds resounded throughout the Colosseum.

What followed was thunderous applause, overwhelming.

Dali died, with an iron knife piercing his neck. Blood spurted out of Dali's mouth like a fountain, staining the ground red.

Liu Wuxie's face was expressionless.

After killing Dali, relying on the Ghost Eye Technique and his fighting skills, the next two games will not be so easy.

He can only truly survive if he survives three games.

Liu An waved his hand, and soon a guard came forward and carried Dali's body down, leaving only Liu Wuxie standing in the center of the empty Colosseum.

The powerful iron sword was left behind as Liu Wuxie's weapon for the next battle.

Chen Gang clenched his fists tightly and his face was so gloomy that Liu Wuxie survived.
Chapter completed!