Chapter 17 Selection of Gladiator 2

In the thick cast iron fence, Jiulong sat cross-legged, and the emperor dragon road slowly rotated, and the huge flame fighting spirit was running crazily. Waves of meridians hit the whole body. The magnificent momentum was invisible, and the whole iron fence was shrouded in it.

brush——

Kowloon suddenly opened his eyes and brushed it. Two substantial fire lights shot out, a foot long. With a touch of his body, it ejected up, like a hungry tiger for preying. The eagle hit the sky, rotated in the sky, and fell firmly to the ground. The heavy and vast momentum converged in an instant.

Kowloon's eyes are clear and shooting everywhere. Although it is still in the iron fence, the environment here is clean and tidy. There are rows of cast iron bars neatly. There is a man in each cast iron fence. Like Kowloon, their current clothing is no longer a miner's clothing, but a set of red and blue samurai clothing. , a large word "fighting" is written on the chest and back respectively.

In the iron fence, the huge weapon rack is neatly placed with all kinds of heavy weapons, huge battle knives, thick swords, sharp long guns, and halberd.

Kowloon's sharp eyes swept away, walked a few steps to the weapon rack, gently stroked the weapon rack made of fine steel, took a step forward, banged, kicked a pair of pumpkin-sized meteor hammers, and poked forward with both hands, surging wildly, meteor hammered, brushed! Brush! Brush! Waved repeatedly, the air shook, the meteor hit the moon, and the fire shadow flew all over the sky, making waves.

Suddenly, Jiulong flipped, pushed his hands forward, buckled his toes, and his knees were slightly bent. After brushing, a pair of huge meteor hammers flew out and fell into place with a bang.

hu——

Jiulong took a long breath and gently closed his eyes to feel the heat rolling around him, like a running angry horse. He was slightly excited and muttered to himself, "I finally felt the bottleneck of the five-level warrior."

"Bad boy, you are so arrogant!" At this moment, a discordant voice came, a little hoarse, with bursts of anger.

"Hmm?" Jiulong turned his head slightly and narrowed his eyes to look at the sound source, but he was a majestic man with unkempt blue hair, like a ** male lion, with several ferocious scars on his face, deep eye sockets, wide lips, eagle hook nose, especially those eyes, with faint blue light, like a bloodthirsty devil.

The man gently licked his lips, and his eyes burst into sharp sharpness. He said slowly, "Kid, I allow you to practice, but I don't allow you to disturb me when you practice. You will be punished for this!"

Jiulong turned his head and closed his eyes again. He turned a blind eye to the fly-like sound, sat slowly cross his knees and closed his eyes to refresh his mind.

"Ky! You have angered the great Shaw Pollard. Don't let me touch you on the arena!" The man suddenly shouted coldly. Jiulong's attitude was too arrogant. Obviously, he was a four-level martial artist and dared to ignore himself, which was intolerable.

"Hmm!" Jiulong turned a blind eye, with a cold face, a cold hum, and a hoarse voice came, "Shake Pollard, shut your dirty mouth!"

"You!" Shock Pollard didn't seem to believe his ears. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face became gloomy. His anger surged up, his face was red, his big hands, and between the electric flint flowers, near the weapon rack, stabbed, a huge 200-pound gun clicked, held it in his hand, bowed down, and violently. .

woo-woo-woo-

The blue fighting spirit wrapped in a long gun, crashing like a meteor, and the rubbing air whined. At the same time, Shock Pollard seemed to be angry and shouted, "You little bastard, you are dead. No one will save you from heaven and earth, waiting for me to tear you alive! "

"Hmm!" Jiulong suddenly opened his eyes, the fire flashed, and suddenly ejected. He rotated in the air and took a step with the momentum of thunder, flashing steadily avoiding the throwing gun.

Drink——

Kowloon shouted loudly, his right foot vertically, and the meteor hammer that fell to the ground was kicked up with a bang, and the red light hit the flying gun like a criticism.

Boom——

The two collided, the firelight splashed, and the air trembled. With a roar, the explosion was deafening, and the big gun and meteor hammer hit the iron fence due to inertia, making a loud noise.

"Who is this? He has the courage to do it with Shock Pollard. Is it impatient to live!" The loud noise woke up the gladiator in the iron fence in the distance, and they looked unbelievable on their faces.

Shake Pollard, one of the only five-level warriors among the gladiators in the West Asia Manor, is fierce and murderous. He never lives under his sword. He is the most prestigious of all the gladiators, with a huge sword, which is invincible. It is an invincible legend among the gladiator in the West Asia Manor.

"Well, I really don't know whether to live or die. How dare I anger Shaw Pollard!"

"Recently, I heard that the great Master Gary is going to hold a grand fight. Before that, he has to select a gladiator. Maybe this is a new young man who has just come in. I don't know whether Shock Pollard's reputation is.

"Hmm! I'm afraid it's also because of my little strength that I'm so arrogant. What an arrogant boy, but it's a pity that his life won't be long!"

Kka-ka-

At this time, the sound of neat footsteps came, and the collision of steel armor clicked and rushed towards Kowloon. Kowloon's eyes flashed continuously and suddenly condensed. Sure enough, a team of warriors rushed towards this side.

Jiulong gently closed his eyes, slowly restrained the restless fighting spirit in his body, sat quietly cross-legged, and waited for the arrival of the warrior. Naturally, he did not dare to be presumptuous when he first arrived. The worst thing is to understand the rules here to avoid great losses.

"Little son, how dare you resist my javelin? It's dead, it's dead!" Shock Pollard did not hesitate and roared repeatedly, but did not throw weapons again.

"Dirty gladiator, shut up your stinky mouths!" Sure enough, the warrior who led the team shouted angrily at Shaw Pollard. All the warriors held big bows, and the sharp wolf teeth and arrows flashed coldly, hitting the shouting Shock Pollard.

The leading warrior clenched the sword with both hands, brushed it out, and pointed to the arrogant and domineering Shaw Pollard. His sharp eyes emitted a disgusting and vicious light.

"Hmm!" When Shock Pollard saw the sword-drawn appearance of the warrior, he stopped shouting, banged, kicked over the huge heavy weapon frame, sat on a hammer, and his eyes shot out a faint cold light, and glanced at Kowloon from time to time.

The samurai saw that Shaw Pollard stopped venting and suddenly raised his sword, holding the sword in one hand, pointing diagonally to the sky. The thick fighting spirit flourished, and his voice rippled in circles. "Dirty gladiator, listen to me. If something similar happens here again. Don't blame the sharp wolf's teeth and arrows through your hearts.

Kowloon gently closed his eyes and remained motionless, but everything around him was clear. The samurai's loud catharsis did not deter many gladiators. The gladiators here are at least four-level warriors. Although the warriors are also four-level warriors, they are not afraid of warriors, which shows the wildness and ferocity of the gladiators. , life and death have long been ignored.

After drinking, the warrior put the huge sword into the sword sleeve behind him with a click, shot around his cold eyes, waved his hand violently, and shouted, "Let's go!"

Kka-ka-

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Jiulong gently opened his eyes and watched the samurai disappear. Suddenly, an unprecedented madness surged in his heart. He broke out of the cage, raised the flag to challenge the slave owner, and killed the siege...

"No!" Jiulong moved the corners of his mouth and muttered softly, "I don't have that strength at present. When I have enough strength, I must kill these dogs. Mother's slave owner!"

Siemann is wearing a bright silver hollow armor today, shining brightly in the sun, with a hollow sword behind him, exquisite and beautiful, magnificent, short brown hair, clear eyes, white face, slightly short, but dry and easy, short and concise.

Seaman bowed deeply and said respectfully, "The great Master Galil, the selection venue for the gladiator competition has been arranged, and the gladiator selection can be carried out immediately!"

Galil nodded slightly, half narrowed his eyes, looked at Berber, who was wearing a heavy knight's armor, and said slowly, "Beber, how's your preparation?"

"Young master, the gladiator is already ready. Just wait for your order, all the gladiators will go to the field for selection!"

"Good!" Garrill suddenly said a good word, and a cheerful laugh came, "Ha! Ha! Ha! What a grand scene it is for the four major estates to jointly hold a fight!"

"Berber, order the gladiator to enter the venue, and the selection will start immediately!" Garrill gave a fierce order, "Herman, you go and prepare the carriage, and we can enter the arena to watch the gladiator selection!"

"Yes!" Berber and Seaman quickly answered and turned away.