Three Hundred and Ninety Six   The Second

At this time, all everyone was waiting for Soros's admit defeat. The gap in strength was like a gap. Soros was pretty good, but he could only say that he was not lucky and met the young master of Montaïris.

If you admit defeat, no one will look down on him.

The severe pain, Soros could no longer feel his left arm, and once again tasted this feeling, the terrible helplessness like Shura.

Every night he would have nightmares, dreaming that he would bow his head and kneel down again, so he would train like crazy!

Soros growled, using blood and bones all over his body, but his right arm could no longer withstand such pressure, his skin cracked and blood was seeping down, but Soros didn't feel it.

Recognize? When will the end of the loss?

The muscles were agitating, and Peloponnese quietly watched Soros' movements, and the armor was red, and the other party was trying his best.

Blood Bone Power has a tactic that can overdraw the body and can burst out incredible power. This is also Odith's killer move. With this critical strike method, you can even defeat opponents stronger than him, but using this power will cost you.

Soros' body exuded a terrifying blood color.

Peloponnese stretched out his right hand, "I will use 50% of my strength."

The right hand suddenly grabbed it, as if a momentum was being squeezed and exploded suddenly. At this time, Soros had thrown away his big sword, his body trembled violently, his eyes were violent, and suddenly rushed out, as if he concentrated all the strength of his body on his right hand, and his right hand seemed to be stained with blood.

Peloponnese also showed a hideous smile on his face, which was so meaningful.

boom……

Bang……

The invisible ripples of power exploded, and both of them stopped moving. After a few seconds, Soros's right arm armor cracked, his right hand hanged down instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Peloponnese slowly wiped away the blood from his face, glanced at Nebero, and turned around and left.

The average level of competition is not at all for his appetite. He longs for the strong and powerful opponents. For crazy warriors, fighting is a kind of enjoyment and an addiction that cannot be relieved. Soros can arouse his feelings, but he cannot enjoy it.

The two knights quickly carried Soros down, and Lu Yao quickly took medical staff to treat him. Without Lu Yao, she had to apply medicine to bandage her before, but now her healing battle song can indeed relieve her to the greatest extent.

This of course also aroused the curiosity of the nobles, and it was indeed extremely magical.

As soon as Peloponnese returned to his position, the people around him subconsciously kept a distance from him. What a monster this is, he is simply waiting for his opponent bloodthirsty. Whoever meets him may be really unlucky.

"Peloponnese Montaíris, win!"

Nebero could not see any expression, a loud voice sounded, followed by the audience applause. Of course, this was only for Peloponnese first, and for the Monta Iris family first. No matter when, even if the empire was corrupt, the Monta Iris family could always trust.

They were a small group of special people in the empire. In private, the nobles said that Monta Iris lived a miserable life, and a peaceful era was like this, but what if there was a war?

"The third game, Buenaven vs. Blue Spirit."

This is a battle between Fox hunting shadows. The fox tribe is rich in hunting shadows, and there are many famous genius hunting shadows in history.

Buenaven and Lanling are also among the best in this generation.

"Come on!" Zou Liang said with a smile.

"Although he is a beauty, who can only give up on the beauty at such a critical moment?" Buenavin said with a smile. If it were before the enlightenment, he would probably not have such a good attitude. Lan Ling's strength may not be weaker than him.

Murphy shook his head, this kid...

The others did not feel as relaxed as Zou Liang and Murphy. Since Peloponnese tried his best, everyone felt heavy pressure and didn't know who their opponent would be.

Zou Liang and Murphy were very casual, as long as they didn't meet in the first round, but it all depends on Nebero. If he plays ruthlessly, no one can do anything about it.

However, Zou Liang felt that the possibility was not high. Neibello's confidence and pride would not do such a stupid thing in front of so many people.

Buenaven and Lan Ling both stood on the stage, and Zhihu blinked at the other person, and that little person was dancing very hard.

"Isn't the fox interested in the other party? It's not right to look at him."

Zou Liang whispered.

Murphy shrugged, and almost choked Zou Liang to death with one sentence, "You know more about women."

Zou Shenbang coughed a few times, where is this?

Lan Ling looked serious. She was extremely serious about this battle. With Nebero's order, Lan Ling's forehead flashed with light, and the exquisite shadow hunting armor was already there.

...It's actually used a small round shield.

Zou Liang was not surprised, because with the strength of the Engraving Masters Guild, it should be thoroughly studied.

Buenaven quickly put on his armor, but he was not careless when facing such an opponent. As soon as the armor appeared, he felt a chill. The cold light flashed across his neck. Buenaven quickly shrank his head and flashed his head, but Lan Ling did not mean to let him go. In such an important game, the fox beauty could not be deemed serious.

Buenavin did not enter the battle state at all. Lan Ling's strength is no worse than him, or even stronger. How can any woman who can come here have few unique skills? Like Joyna, what about Lan Ling?

Lan Ling's speed is not necessarily very fast, at least not the specialty of speed, when...

After slowing down the pace for a little, Buenaven began to fight back. This kind of occasion is not a blind date after all. It is not just him who is not shameful, and Buenaven is not Greg either.

The dagger's sharp counterattack, the hunting shadow's attack was not as fierce and vigorous as the warrior, but it was full of danger, and the moves were all pointing to the key points.

Buenaven was laughing on the surface, but he was not merciless when he really wanted to fight. Even if he wanted to pick up girls, he had to defeat the other party before he could catch up. The girls of the orcs would not accept a man who was worse than himself.

The fox classmate should use very gorgeous victory to show his beauty.

The dagger is not about contact with the opponent. The blade kills the opponent directly. This kind of attack can be put in your hands if you are not careful about it, but Buenavin has shown rich experience and accuracy and has strong control.

Lan Ling acted like an elf, and was not in a hurry to fight Buenaven. The battle of the shadow hunting was full of silent danger. Buenaven's sword technique was fully launched and he flew in a daze, gradually gaining suppression. His sword speed was obviously faster. After a few minutes, Lan Ling was forced to a little slow down by this extremely strong suppression attack.

Buenavin was not polite. The dagger was shining with a cold light, and it was obviously inclined to attack the place where the armor on Lan Ling’s abdomen could not be protected.

Although it is not a key point, once it is hit, the battle will basically end. On the other hand, the success rate of hunting shadows is the heaviest, and other medicines are not easy to dodge, but the abdomen is the least easy to move.

...A mutation has appeared.

Lan Ling's waist made an incredible twist, as if there was no bone, and pulled back a few centimeters. The exquisite small waist made an incredible movement. At the same time, when the body could not be rotated, his arms flipped more than 200 degrees, and the dagger hit back and killed Buenavan's neck.

The fox secretly cried in his heart, and his body leaned back violently, and he fought for a short period of time. Generally, the hunting shadow had to adjust the attack in such a two-way flip of the body, which took more than one second, but Buenavin still underestimated the Blue Spirit.

Lan Ling's body had no dead corners at all. With her waist twisted and her right arm turned, her body could lean forward, and another dagger in her left hand rushed out, just in time to kill her body, who had been tilted backward and made an old Buenaven.

Life and death were at stake, Buenavin didn't dare to make fun of it. His body could not move anymore, but he seemed to have been pulled by someone, and moved back more than ten centimeters, and his face was a little red.

Even the ability to use is very harmful in this sudden situation.

Only the god-level skills like Zou Liang are pure and do not require any preparation. In a hurry, other categories of abilities are also a consumption for the body.

But Lan Ling did not intend to give Buenaven any chance. His body twisted his body and attacked without any obstacles, as if he had no bones at all. Not to mention, it was a bit weird, but his posture was extremely gentle. Buenaven, who had finally escaped the disaster, could only push again and again.

The hunting shadow is not as perverted and powerful as the Peloponnese. The battle between the hunting shadows is no longer fatal. When the injury reaches a certain level, the battle will end.

The unremitting attack made Buenaven breathe and almost unable to relieve himself, so he could only dodge again. Lan Ling took the opportunity to attack, blocking Buenaven's rhythm step by step, so he did not let him feel comfortable, suppress, and suppress her attack became even more weird,... It was simply an all-round attack without blind spots. His body was sometimes as soft as slim, and sometimes he threw it out like a whip.

Buenaven had no image, rolling all over the ground, and the battle was lightning-like, without a single stop. Lan Ling attacked as coldly as ever, and instantly rushed out, and two daggers strangled over at the same time.

This is a kill attack.

The two daggers burst into dazzling light, which was a violent attack. Buenavin could not stop it when he could no longer defend with all his strength.

At this time, Zhihu showed a smile on his lips, and the dagger came forward. A wonderful thing happened, and there was no imagined hot collision. Buenavin's dagger seemed to carry a force, following the generation, Lan Ling's dagger suddenly tilted out. Because the rush was too strong, the dagger almost cut to himself, and his body was already twisted, so he was completely entangled at this time.

An alert appeared, the slight hairs on the neck stood up, and Buenavan's voice came from his ears.

"Miss Lan Ling, are you free tonight? I want to treat you to dinner."

The dagger was gently placed on Lan Ling's neck.

In the third game, Buenavin won.

I don’t know if it was the blade stimulated or was shocked by Buenaven’s courage, and a blush appeared on my face and I didn’t look back.

Buenaven came back and smiled and high-five with Zou Liang and Murphy.

"You guys, you dare to chase women in such places!" Murphy was really impressed. He usually thought Buenavin was a calm person, but he didn't expect to do such things.

"Haha, the success rate in this kind of place is high, and I have a chance to watch it." Zou Liang said. It seems a bit unreasonable, but in fact, this stimulating feeling can leave a deep impression on girls, especially for girls here, who are not enjoying the treatment of the stars, and must do strange tricks.

"Haha, our love saint said so, my confidence increased." Buenaven was happy when he heard this and looked at Lan Ling opposite him, but Lan Ling did not look at him.

Zou Liang smiled bitterly, Love Saint... He couldn't even sort out all the troubles.

The VIPs were whispering. Obviously, in their opinion, this game cannot be compared with the previous two games. Lan Ling's special ability lies in the soft body, and there are no dead corners on the whole body. It is indeed very helpful in assassination, because people always ignore some seemingly impossible angles, but in frontal battles, this effect will be greatly reduced, and it is nothing special for Buenaven to win.

However, it still attracted the attention of interested people, such as the president of the Shadow Hunting Guild, and the last blow was quite interesting.

Nebero glanced at the audience, and people looked at him. Who will be the fourth game?

Those who have not yet fought are a little ready to fight. The raging fighting spirit can indeed affect the people around you. Everyone has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Arthur vs Parklotti."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone became interested. This high priest, who was considered a "famous" and broke the tradition of the Holy See that it had been covered with hundreds of years. He was directly promoted from an intern priest to a high priest, accompanied by a series of incredible deeds. From a small place where birds do not shit, it was definitely not something that ordinary people could do.

Everyone knows that the two skills Arthur relies on to become famous are also two abilities that give him today's status. One is the Battle Song, which defeated the strongest War Song Priest in Shenyao Province, and the other is the Soul Engraving, which helped the Holy See reverse the unfavorable situation. Now the Soul Engraving Master Guild has resumed swaying between the Holy See and the Consul.

Those present knew more or less the inside story, but he didn't do it well, so what did he do when he got here???

Who is Patrotti?

Everyone in the imperial capital knows that it is true that Monta Iris is far ahead of the Tago tribe of Monca, and no one can match it, but among the entire Monca beast tribe, there is only the Monta Iris tribe.

This does not mean that there are no other powerful forces in the Tago tribe besides Montaïris. On the contrary, as the two most powerful beast tribes of Monga, the Tago tribe is not much weaker in the Rhine tribe, and Paltlotti belongs to such a wealthy family.

In a true wealthy family, there are Jin Yao-level warriors in each generation, and there have been even Dark Golden Tago warriors in history.
To be continued...