The supreme master of the female president

The figure holding a long sword is like a calm Taishan. His eyes are deep and dark, and he has an oriental face, but his smelly hair is sticky and sticky, covering his outline. It is likely that he was imprisoned by the dark net long time.

Yang Yitian squinted his eyes, and seemed to be slightly interested in this person, because he held a sword in his left hand, and his moves were fierce and deadly, no less than a top assassin with a sword.

Noticing Yang Yitian's gaze, Caesar turned his head to look at Song Chen behind him, and said aloud, "He's from Yingliu!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Yang Yitian's dark eyes flashed a ray of surprise.

Shadow Stream is the most powerful assassin alliance in the dark world. Among the twelve major forces, it can be ranked in the top three. The dark net captured their people and became death row prisoners. Don't they have any objections?
The rest of the gods were also a little puzzled when they heard Caesar's words. Shadow Stream's background is not low, and there should be no need for the dark net to offend them.

Caesar pondered for a while, and finally said it out, and said: "He is one of the four thrones of the Shadow Stream organization. More than a year ago, he lurked into the Dark City and killed a senior member of my Darknet intelligence department. We sent out the dead waiter of Tianzihao, caught him immediately, and asked him why he wanted to kill our people.

But he refused to say anything. When we contacted the headquarters of Shadow Stream, we found that he had left the organization, and the person from Shadow Stream said that what he did had nothing to do with the organization, so we directly Put him on death row. "

"One of the four thrones of Shadow Stream?"

Yang Yitian frowned deeply. He knew something about the Shadow Stream organization. The four thrones were second only to the leaders. Each of them was powerful and good at various assassination techniques. Yes, most likely the 'Heaven' throne.

At this time, Poros' dark eyes turned to look at Yang Yitian, and he sneered.

Yang Yitian sensed it, raised his head and looked at Poros, then quickly moved away, no matter how much hatred in his heart was churning, now is not the time to kill him.

In the rear, on the seat of the Twelve Great Powers, Song Chen stared at the figure holding the sword in his left hand, his face could not help but become a little tense. He came to the Dark City this time to bring this person back.

Under the sandy ground of the arena, Uranus, holding a sword in his left hand, was surrounded by an imposing manner. He looked at the dozen or so people surrounding him, his eyes were gray and emotionless, as if he was facing a group of ants.

"Kill him first, and then we will decide the outcome, otherwise everyone will end up dying by his sword!" A blond-haired death row prisoner from Tianhe Kingdom, clutching a sharp scimitar, shouted to the people around him .

The death row prisoners looked at each other and nodded in agreement to cooperate, because the strength of all of them is not the opponent of Uranus at all, and only by uniting can they have a chance.

"Kill!" The prisoner from Tianhe Kingdom roared angrily, and he was the first to swing his scimitar and charge towards the throne of heaven, as if he was about to beheaded by the sword.

The rest of the death row prisoners, after hesitating for a moment, rushed forward quickly, if they didn't kill Uranus, who was stronger than them, then they would still die, so they might as well give it a go, so as to have a chance of surviving.

Tianwangzuo had no expression on his face, looked at the scimitar slashed by the death row prisoner from Tianhe Kingdom, took a step back and easily dodged it.

The death row prisoner of Tianhe Kingdom, seeing that his scimitar had failed, wanted to swing it a second time, but before he could make a move, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a cold pain came from his neck, the blood was lifeless Gushing out, suddenly fell down lifeless.

The rest of the dozen or so death row prisoners didn't even realize what was going on, and there was a chill on their necks for an instant, followed by blood gushing out.

Uranus stood on top of these corpses, the sword in his left hand was stained red with blood, and it condensed into drops of blood that ticked down, like a bloodthirsty sword demon.

Now, under the sand of the arena, only the Uranus is left, and three death row prisoners who have killed many people.

"You guys, let's go together!" The corner of Uranus's mouth twitched and he made a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The three prisoners on death row didn't feel that Uranus was arrogant, but instead sensed the breath of death from him. After looking at each other, they decided to start a cooperation.

Three death row prisoners exuding coldness formed a circle, trapping Uranus, looking for a fatal opportunity to kill him.

Uranus looked calm, he stood still, and let the three death row prisoners keep turning around him.

After a long time, the prisoner in front of him suddenly raised a sharp long knife and tentatively attacked Tianwangzuo, trying to find his flaws.

However, before the death row prisoner's long knife touched the throne of Uranus, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head to look, and saw a sharp long sword piercing through his body at some point. heart.

"Whoa!"

Uranus withdrew his sharp sword, and in the astonishment of the last two prisoners, his figure was as fast as a burst of lightning, and he eliminated them with a single blow.

"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly, there was a round of applause from the position of the god of the arena. Poros looked down at the Uranus, and said with a smile: "You are indeed one of the four thrones of the Shadow Stream organization. Now you are No.1. You have regained your freedom on death row, are you interested in joining me, I promise you endless wealth and reputation, and I can even personally come forward to help you solve some things."

Caesar on the side looked a little displeased, and Poros's actions made him feel a burst of anger.

Uranus raised his head and looked at Poros. Under the sunlight, his face was white, and his gray eyes showed no emotion.

"No, interest, interest!" Uranus' voice was hoarse, and he refused every word. He recognized Poros, but he was not afraid at all.

"Are you sure, don't think about it again?" Poros's sinister expression became a little more serious, and his tone was tinged with threats.

Uranus looked indifferent, he ignored Poros, looked at Caesar, the Holy Lord of the Darknet, and asked, "Can I leave?"

Caesar nodded and said, "You are No.1, so you can leave naturally, and all the capital crimes you have committed will be explained and will not be pursued."

Tian Wangzuo threw away the bloody sword in his hand, and left the arena under several guards. Song Chen, who was sitting on the seat of the Twelve Great Powers, also disappeared in his seat at this time.

"The death row duel is over, and the carriage race will follow." After Caesar announced, he asked the guards of the dark net to clean up the blood-stained corpses below to prepare for the next carriage race.

Regarding the carriage race, Yang Yitian was a little bored, his pupils filled with murderous intent, after glancing at Poros, he left from the position of the god.

And Ryoko Yamamoto hurriedly chased after him.