Chapter 16 Selection of Gladiator 1

Kowloon sat cross-legged, and the mysterious "Dilong Road" ran crazily, rapidly repairing the disabled body. The flame fighting spirit sneered. After a Sunday, the almost exhausted fighting spirit gradually filled up.

Brush!

Suddenly, a fire-colored flying knife was dazzling, shining, and the rubbing air whined and shot directly at himself.

Kowloon was shocked, suddenly opened his eyes, and ejected like a cannonball. One thousandth of it jumped high and dodged the lightning strike. At the same time, sharp eyes swept everywhere, powerful perception infinitely amplified, and tried to sense the source of danger.

An unexpected thing happened. The lightning-like flying knife actually crossed a strange one, turning an angle like *, chasing the rapid jump of Kowloon.

"What the hell!" Jiulong was shocked that this flying knife was so strange. What on earth is going on? However, Jiulong, who was in danger, could not take care of everything at this time. With a wave of one hand, the flames shot out, and the industry was red!

A lifelike and dazzling fire lotus formed. In a blink of an eye, it was the size of a grinding disc, and Jiulong did not avoid it. Suddenly, a 180-degree turn around and his hands pushed the rapidly rotating fire lotus. A fierce man pricked down and hit the knife head-on.

With a sneer, Jiulong was shocked again, and unexpected things happened again. The unfavorable fire lotus was actually stabbed by a flying knife and directly cut into Jiulong's neck.

Jiulong, who was highly focused, suddenly woke up. This flying knife was not what he could regret at present. Suddenly, he turned sideways and stabbed. For a moment, the flying knife changed, and the face of Jiulong was cut sideways. It was quietly and weird. People couldn't help pinching a cold sweat. If this knife hit Kowloon's neck is bound to die.

With a miso, a trace of blood oozed from Jiulong's face, and the cut place was the "West Asian mining slave" mark on Jiulong's left face.

Kowloon fell firmly to the ground and slowly stroked the scar on his face. He didn't care about this, because he saw a fierce burning fire galloping forward from afar.

Blinking, the fire shadow has come more than ten meters away from Kowloon. The flames extinguished, revealing a majestic and majestic man, dressed in cold iron armor shining brightly with a forest light, a Chinese-character face, fiery red hair, and eyebrows are all red, not angry and arrogant, high above. The attitude filled the mind of Kowloon in an instant.

"The six-level warrior, Berber, the captain of the West Asia Manor Guard, is unmatched!" Jiulong's lips whispered softly, lowered his head in a hurry, and deeply hid the light in his eyes.

Berber was condescending and looked up and down at Kowloon, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. For a long time, Berber's majestic voice came out: "Report your name!"

Kowloon stood there motionless, and his messy hair deeply hid his face. In the dark mine, he could not see Jiulong's facial expression at all, but Berber's eyes were shining, and everything in the mine could not affect him of the sixth-level warrior.

Kowloon's lips were slightly agitated, and a hoarse voice came, "Crosas!"

Berber nodded silently after hearing this, and his majestic voice came again: "Raise your head and look at me!"

After listening to this, Jiulong's eyes flashed and immediately disappeared. He was extremely disgusted with Berber's high attitude. If he had enough strength, he would kill Berber's prestige anyway. However, under the eaves, he had to bow his head, and Jiulong slowly raised his head.

A drop of blood slowly oozed out of the white face. The resolute outline, sword eyebrows and star eyes, a natural nobleness was not covered by clothes at all, full of blood, and dirty clothes.

"Crosas!" Berber seemed to be very interested in Kowloon's performance, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly and complained about himself: "The Grand Duke of Titus of the Omael tribe gave up his son. He was framed by his brothers and was demoted to the frontier to fight. Unfortunately, he was captured and became a mining slave in the West Asia Manor!"

Kowloon's face was gloomy, and he was indifferent to Berber's self-spoken. His face did not change his face. He quietly listened to Berber's next words: "Crosas, a cultivation genius of flame fighting spirit, only 20 years old, is a four-level success of his family's "Chiyan Jue" and was once known as the future little triumphant winner in the Omer tribe."

Kowloon still stands, allowing Berber to comment on the various glory auras that Crosas has obtained in Omaire.

Berber looked at all these performances of Kowloon, and his eyes sparkled with appreciation. He fell from the high star of tomorrow and became the lowest mining slave in society. In the face of such a decline in life, he did not change his face and faced setbacks.

brush——

Ber shook his big hand, and the cloak behind him was hunting. His red hair was windless and automatic. With a sound, a fiery red suddenly shot out and stabbed directly into Jiulong's face.

Kowloon was shocked and quickly dodged, but as soon as he saw Berber throw a flying knife, it had reached his face. With a slight pain in his face, Jiulong was shocked and quickly covered his left face. He could feel that the "West Asian mining slave" on his face had been removed.

If the slave cuts off the slave mark or destroys it, it is a death crime and a felony of dismembering the body! Kowloon has long learned such information from the memory of Crosace, so during this period in the mine, although Kowloon has been free, it has not eliminated the "West Asian mining slave" mark on his face.

"Why?" Jiulong's voice was low and hoarse, and he was not at ease about the pain on his face and cut off the humiliation on his face. This is a fact that Jiulong dared not dared to do it. Since Berber did so, there must be his reason. Maybe he is going to end his humiliating slave career.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Berber just laughed and suddenly condensed. A pair of sharp eyes stabbed Jiulong fiercely, which made Jiulong take a big step back.

ka——ka——ka——

At this time, a pair of horses were wearing brown armor, a steel knife at their waist and a huge sword on their back. They moved neatly and walked heavily, like steel puppets, but they were extremely fast and stopped behind Berber in the blink of an eye.

"Take down Crosas!"

Ber waved his hand and gave the order directly, explaining nothing about Kowloon's problem. "He took Crosas to the West Asia Manor, and then Master Garrill sent him down."

"Yes!" The samurai took the order and locked the handcuffs directly to Kowloon's hands and feet, and led Berber out without saying a word.

Kowloon was escorted by four warriors and pushed out...

The bright sunshine shines on the earth, distant mountains, near water, trees, grass, and birds all in sight. The long-lost sunshine quietly shines on Kowloon, which has not seen the sun for many days. Although several warriors bet themselves, all this does not affect his rare enjoyment.

Let the sun shine to your heart's content, bathe in the lonely and helpless, desolate life, and the sun in the sky diffuses a bright light. Once upon a time, the sunshine on the earth was so bright, but the sunshine here makes Kowloon feel more rare.

Kowloon was escorted by the warrior, and he actually closed his eyes. The beautiful moments were always so short. In a short time, the four warriors pushed Jiulong into an iron cage.

The carriage creaked, and Jiulong opened his eyes and gently leaned against the iron cage. The sun was still shining. Jiulong couldn't help thinking of his hometown. It was a beautiful flower season, fragrant and charming, white dress, long black and bright hair, beautiful face, big eyes blinking, like brilliant The starlight.

Kowloon lay lazily on the ground, and the gentle sunshine quietly sprinkled the earth. Among the flowers, butterflies and bees flew over, and the beautiful people jumped and played among the flowers, with a crisp and sweet smile, the heart-popping spring, and a series of blurred ripples.

"Qin Yun, it's so beautiful here." Zhao Wanqing's crisp voice rippled in the mountains, tinkling.

"Wan Qing, as long as you want, I will take time to accompany you here to enjoy the unique scenery."

"This is the promise of the handsome Qin, but it can't be said!"

Qin Yun smiled, closed his eyes gently, and slowly said, "A gentleman's word is hard to catch up!"

Qin Yun's interest suddenly sighed, "If you have another cup of Beijing Erguotou, it will be pleasant!"

"Erguotou!" Qin Yun slowly said about Erguotou and suddenly sang loudly: "My beauty in the east, the Yellow River in the west, come and have a drink. If you don't get drunk, you won't stop..."

Time has passed, the glory has passed, the memory of the past is sealed, and the cruelty of reality is unquestionable. Jiulong muttered to himself, "Qin Yun's era has passed, leaving only the depressed West Asian mining slave 'Kowloon'."