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On this side, Isabella has played three consecutive games, and every time she seems to be exhausted to lose, she has turned defeat into victory very delicately.

In this way, Isabella won more than 4600 star coins for Wu Hui, and also collected the battle data of four powerful races, which made Wu Hui quite satisfied.

But the reward for killing Isabella right now was mentioned by Wu Hui as 1200 star yuan. Isabella's winning odds have also reached 2.1, and the losing odds have reached 1.35, which means that betting on Isabella's victory can reap up to 2.1 times the betting bonus from the arena. If Isabella loses this game, betting on the losing side can reap up to 1.35 times the betting bonus from the arena.

After hearing these news, the audience in the entire arena was overwhelmed.

Just kidding, in the next match, even if you don't bet on it, as long as you defeat and kill Isabella, you will be rewarded with a reward of 1,200 stars given by Wu Hui himself.

If the negative bet is added, it means that those who successfully challenge Elizabeth can earn an additional gambling bonus in addition to the 1,200 star dollars!

This simply gives those poor gladiators and those who play gambling bets a great opportunity to get rich overnight?

Moreover, the maidservant of the god in front of him is already exhausted, and with many battles in succession, if he doesn't lose again, he will be damned!

Just at this time, Wu Hui announced again: "Everyone, my maid seems to be exhausted, and it's meaningless to continue fighting. So this is the last match. If anyone can kill her, I will reward him with 1200 stars!"

Wu Hui has already realized that it is really difficult to earn a lot of money by just relying on wrestling betting and earning enough money to buy star cores. He has already sensed that many strong men in the demigod realm have rushed to the arena one after another, and it seems that they all want to take a share of him.

So now it is very difficult to use Isabella to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. It's better to make another big ticket, and make a small sum of money.

Outsiders naturally couldn't know Wu Hui's thoughts, but the audience and gladiators present all had red eyes after hearing Wu Hui's words.

This is the last chance. If you miss it, where can you make a huge sum of thousands of stars?

They are not like Wu Hui, who is a god. Many people can earn a lot of money if they can save a few or a dozen star dollars.

"Me! I am the strongest level 9 player in this arena, let me fight!"

"Fart! You, a Boer, dare to be called the strongest at level 9?"

"His Royal Highness, let me fight! I am from Coyce, and my strength is guaranteed!"

All kinds of gladiators who requested to participate in the scene competed with each other constantly.

Just when Wu Hui was looking around and was about to choose a race he had never been in contact with, a middle-aged man in a long robe with wide sleeves, who looked like a fairy, fell into the arena like a sharp sword.

Wu Hui was taken aback for a moment, this person was obviously the cultivator who claimed to be a righteous person.

"snort!"

The cultivator looked arrogant, and snorted coldly, "You big men actually bully a weak woman, what a shame!"

The noise at the scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone was a little stunned. At the same time, pairs of eyes focused on this cultivator at the same time.

With one hand behind his back, this cultivator's face was determined, and his upright and upright spirit almost shone with dazzling brilliance.

Even his heart at this moment was so moved that he was almost sublimated by boiling because of his act of defending the law by weeding out the strong and helping the weak.

However.

Completely different from what he expected, the Isabella who was "rescued" by him had an angry face on the spot, and cursed: "Arrogant, this lady is fighting for His Highness the Son of God, don't mind your business!" ?”

The cultivator was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained: "Miss Isabella, I am a pure-yang casual cultivator of Jiulong. I am not rude and arrogant. I just saw that the lady was treated unfairly, so I came here to fight the injustice."

"This time, let me come down to be your opponent!" A cultivator named Jiulong Zhenren took a step forward, raised his face, and said righteously, "Miss Isabella, please don't worry, I will only fight against you!" Defeat you, never hurt you..."

But before he could say the word "life", Isabella turned cold on the spot and sprayed back: "What the fuck?"

"My body, mind, and soul belong to His Royal Highness Shenzi. If one day I can die for His Highness, it will be the greatest honor in my life. So this lady fights for His Highness Shenzi, who cares about you? This lady wants you saved?"

Daoist Jiulong's head was dizzy, and he was a little shaky on the spot, with an inexplicable heartache.

Dare to feel that he has volunteered and been busy for so long, is it all self-indulgent?

Embarrassment and embarrassment hit his heart again.

Thinking of him, the Daoist Jiulong, as a casual cultivator who had an adventure, he has been cultivating hard all the way for three hundred years. It has been decades since he stepped into the realm of the 9th-level earth fairy, broke through the void, and traveled the universe.

He set foot on one plane after another, and helped one race after another. But such an embarrassing situation is really the first time so far.

"Hehe, is Jiulong real?" Wu Hui said with a light laugh at this time, "You don't want to use the name of helping the weak to earn the stars of the son of God, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, there was no doubt that the already embarrassing atmosphere at the scene was added to the pot of oil and firewood, and the embarrassing atmosphere reached a sharp point in one fell swoop.

The insults from the audience erupted immediately.

All kinds of obscenities and vicious curses were constantly sprayed towards Jiulong Zhenren like a tide, and even many level 9 gladiators wanted to fight him to the death.

This Nine Dragons real person cut off his fortune, how could those people at the scene spare him lightly?

"Really, it's really humiliating me!" Jiulong Zhenren's complexion flushed, his heart was choked up, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

This kind of misunderstanding, even if he jumped into the river, he couldn't clear it up?

Fortunately, he is a lonesome cultivator, otherwise he would lose face of the entire sect if he were to be a disciple of a large sect.

well! Where did this son of heretics come from? How could he be so overwhelmed by the Kowloon real person? The current embarrassing situation really made him want to die.

"That's all, those who see it have a share. Since you want to challenge the maid of the Son of God, then I will give you a chance."

Wu Hui showed a big belly, but the insults from the audience became louder, and the degree of cursing became more and more vicious.

Real Nine Dragons, who was in a predicament, was about to be scolded for tears. His words were terrifying. His obscenity and infamy had been done here.

But the matter has come to this point, what can he do, he has no choice but to push the boat along, nodding humiliatedly.

"That's good." Wu Hui was in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I heard that cultivators in the universe are all powerful against the sky. The true skill of the author."

"How about this, let's gamble against each other alone, aside from the gamble in the arena, how about?"

"Bet against each other? I don't know how the Son of God wants to bet against each other?"

Hearing Wu Hui's proposal, Master Nine Dragons became more and more disturbed. Under the gaze of the other party, he felt as if he had fallen into some kind of quagmire, and was sinking deeper and deeper.

"Just now I won a little bit, but it's just a small amount of money, and it's useless to lose it." Wu Hui wrote lightly, "Well, let's bet 3,000 star dollars! If you win 3,000 star dollars, it belongs to you. If you lose, you only need to give me 3,000 stars."

"In addition, I will bet 10,000 star yuan in the arena betting. If you want to follow, you can follow. If you don't follow, no one will force you."

What, what?

As soon as Wu Hui said this, there was an uproar at the scene.

That's 3,000 star yuan, my goodness, it's a full 3 drops of divine liquid, an astronomical figure that many mercenaries of low-level civilized races probably won't be able to earn in their entire lives!

This Kowloon real person is lucky, he just had a lot of shit luck!

The vicious insults have already spread to more than ten generations of Jiulong Zhenren's ancestors. Even the official host of the arena turned cold faces at him. Judging from his appearance, he is completely a shameless spoiler.

Of course, there is no official interference in betting against the big market in private, but it is not protected by the big market official.

"God, Your Highness Son of God..."

Master Jiulong hesitated to speak, at this moment he is really dumb and eats coptis, and he can't tell what he is suffering.

But the matter has come to this point, what can he do if he is already on the verge of riding a tiger? Had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to follow.

"Okay! I'll bet with you!" The real Jiulong gritted his teeth, took out the bet, and said with a hot face, "But all my belongings are currently only 1550 star yuan, but the value of this saber is definitely more than 2000 star yuan , I would like to use this saber as the rest of the bet."

"Deal!" Wu Hui agreed without hesitation.

Wu Hui had seen that flying sword with his own eyes, and it was the one used by the real Nine Dragons to fly with his sword, and it looked very valuable.

And through the identification of the maid from the big market next to Wu Hui, this flying sword is already a high-grade spiritual weapon that has been successfully refined in the cultivation world. The initial estimate is around 2200 star yuan, and it may be even higher if it is auctioned. .

In other words, Wu Hui's bet of 3,000 star yuan was exchanged for the opponent's bet of more than 3,700 star yuan. This kind of deviation bet was really worthwhile for Wu Hui, and naturally there was no reason to refuse.

So, amidst the swearing at the scene, Wu Hui once again told Isabella through the channel of faith that she could use her hole cards.

And also gave Isabella a holy infusion in an open and honest manner, which restored all her injuries, and even slightly raised her realm, which made her strength reach the peak of level 9, which is probably not far away from the 10 god realm. Not far away. Isn't it just to spend some divine power to help Isabella improve her realm? It's not the first time I've done it.

Seeing this scene, Jiulong Daoist almost spat out his old blood to death.

He lodged a solemn protest to the arena.

But the official explanation given by the arena is that in the civilization of the gods, the strength of the god servant is directly linked to the gods, and the gods help heal and recover, just like the gladiator midfielders drink medicine to heal their injuries, and it does not belong to outside interference.

Moreover, Isabella's promotion is like some players being promoted in battle. To put it bluntly, it is their ability to be promoted. If you have the ability, you, the real Jiulong, will be promoted yourself?

Furthermore, Isabella herself was still within the evaluation range of the 9th-level realm, and did not exceed the rules.

In short, everyone at the scene was upset to see the Nine-Dragon Master, who was a troublemaker in his early years. What can the Nine-Dragon Master do? I could only smash my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

So the Kowloon real person's appeal was invalid, and after a short preparation, the wrestling between the two sides officially began.

The betting odds of the two have not changed, they are still 2.1 and 1.35. After all, in the eyes of most people, cultivators focus on their own individuality and are very powerful. Moreover, cultivators are good at using strange spells and weapons, and have various fighting methods , unpredictable.

Therefore, the vast majority of people at the scene still believed that the winner would be Jiulong Zhenren.

However, there are still many smart viewers who no longer blindly follow the trend, but instead bet on Wu Hui's maid Isabella.

As the battle began, neither Isabella nor Jiulong Zhenren chose to change the venue, but confronted each other quietly.

On this side, Jiulong Daoist looked high and clean, and said politely: "I never bully girls, I will let you do three tricks, and I will never fight back! You, come out..."

Once again, before he could finish speaking, Isabella rushed towards him with the Holy Shield in her hand, knocking him flying in an instant.

"Bah!" After the collision, Isabella spit out quite speechlessly, "There's so much nonsense in a fight, is this idiot really not afraid of death?"

"Cough! Cough cough!"

The Jiulong real person struggled to get up with a bruised face and a swollen face. At this moment, he finally began to realize the importance of the cultural gap.

"If you want to fight, fight, this lady will definitely let you last for 30 breaths!" Isabella pointed her long sword straight, and she used all her strength, her whole body burst out with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

Since Wu Hui asked her to use her hole cards, what else would she have to be afraid of? If she wins, she can earn a lot of star dollars for her lord!

"It's unreasonable!" Jiulong Daoist was really angry, his whole face was livid, "Since you don't know how to praise, don't blame this Daoist for being ruthless!"

"As soon as the sky clears, the earth calms as soon as it is, the sword god unites as one, and the breath will always be clear! Arise!"

Master Jiulong recited the sword formula, and suddenly lifted his right hand with fingers together, and saw the ancient and simple long sword behind him, clanging out of its sheath, leaping into the air.

There is a layer of light golden dragon-shaped true energy lingering on the ancient long sword. At first glance, it looks like nine flying dragons are entwined in it, and the evil spirit is overwhelming. The clear and turbulent sword cry is more like the roar of dragons and tigers, with endless power.

In an instant, the entire arena was shrouded in an extremely sharp oppressive force. Many spectators felt as if there was an invincible sharp knife hanging in their hearts, and cold sweat broke out on their backs unknowingly.

Even Wu Hui couldn't help admiring secretly, the cultivator is really strong and domineering, and he has such a powerful force with just a casual move.

If he fights alone, it's hard to say whether his war angel can win.

It's a pity that his god-level civilization has never played alone, and behind Isabella at this time, he, the God of Light, is still standing.

Off the court.

After Jiulong Daoist replaced his natal flying sword, his expression became aggressive and awe-inspiring, as if the victory or defeat had been decided, and he would have no disadvantages.

"Kowloon Yujian, go!"

Jiulong Daoist pointed at Yujian together, and suddenly pointed forward.

A shocking dragon chant suddenly spread, and the flying sword, full of Kowloon's true energy, was aimed at Isabella in front of her with a gorgeous golden neon arc.

It was at this moment, Isabella calmly raised her holy shield over her head, with a pious expression, and shouted loudly: "My Lord bless you!"

"Wow!"

In an instant, a bright brilliance suddenly bloomed from her holy shield.

The strong and majestic brilliance quickly gathered and condensed at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it was like a layer of translucent shield, completely covering Isabella's body surface.

Undoubtedly, this is exactly the powerful divine art, the sacred barrier, obtained by Wu Hui after he was promoted to level 10 divine realm!

The reason why it is said to be the powerful divine spell obtained by Wu Hui is because the divine spell performed by him is completely different from the secondary version performed by priests and paladins in the light plane.

Performed by Wu Hui himself, it is a true god-level spell, a spell that can deal with gods!

When Wu Hui decided to go out to travel in the big universe, how could he not take some precautions?

Therefore, among his subordinates, as well as the weapons he carried, there were life-saving magic spells that he personally performed.

Take the holy shield in Isabella's hand as an example, it was he who personally inscribed a powerful defensive magic - holy barrier!

Although it cost him dozens of points of divine power at one time, he thought it was very necessary and worthwhile.

Because this defensive divine technique is powerful enough to withstand several attacks by god-level powerhouses! Therefore, there is another very vivid nickname in the Kingdom of God: "Invincible!"

"Clang!"

Off the field, the flying sword carrying the true qi of Kowloon slashed at the shield on Isabella's body, and there was only a piercing clang of golden swords, and there was not even a trace of it on the shield.

Just kidding, this is a powerful divine art that even a god-level powerhouse can't break through several attacks. How can a level 9 demigod break it without hacking for half a minute?

"What, what?!"

Daoist Jiulong trembled all over, his jaw almost dropped from fright.

His Nine Dragon Flying Sword, which is omnipotent and destroys gold and jade, can't even cut a trace. This, how is this possible?

And the other party just yelled, "My lord protects", and obtained such an unimaginable and terrifying skill. Isn't this, this, this, that's stupid?

How can he fight such a battle?

"Believe in my lord, and you will live forever!" Isabella couldn't help showing a sly smile, "Master Jiulong, it's up to you to take over!"

In the next moment, Isabella held the holy sword, resisted the attack of Jiulong Zhenren, and rushed towards the opponent with incomparable strength.

What followed was a one-sided slap, no way, who let Isabella have the god Wu Hui behind her?

With the blessing of divine arts, how could a level 9 Earth Immortal who is not good at melee combat win the "invincible" war angel?

Of course, in addition to casting the "Holy Barrier" on the holy shields of the guards, Wu Hui also cast a one-time attack magic "Holy Judgment" on their holy swords.

However, given the current situation, there is no chance to use it.

The unilateral beating lasted only 20 seconds. This was the result of Isabella putting away the holy sword and smashing it with her fist and shield.

Otherwise, if the fight continues like this, the real Jiulong will really go.

At this time, Jiulong Daoist's clothes were ragged, his skin was blue and his face was swollen, his whole body was covered with scars and blood.

Seeing such a miserable scene, those gladiator players who tried to challenge Isabella before could not help shrinking their necks, and thought to themselves with lingering fear, the civilization of the gods is really unfathomable. People are not them, tsk tsk... Otherwise, it would be too miserable, too miserable.

"Isabella, he is not a villain, let him live."

Wu Hui waved his hand quite generously, and at the same time, under the announcement of the host of the arena, he took away all the belongings of the real Jiulong.

The Kowloon real person wanted to cry, but was thrown to the ground by Isabella like a dead insect.

"This is the end of His Royal Highness who blasphemed the Son of God. You can take care of yourself in the future." Under Wu Hui's signal, Isabella cast a life-hanging healing technique on him, cast a contemptuous look, and then drifted away.

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