Chapter 22 Selection of Gladiator 7

"Bad!"

As soon as I heard the shouting in the distance, the horseshoe galloped violently, and it was even worse to deal with the Jiulong of Gris. Originally, a five-level warrior was struggling, but now there is another one. What should I do?

Kowloon had an idea, and the idea suddenly came to life. He smiled proudly and sighed slightly, "Gris, look, I won't play you to death!"

A fierce bounce from Jiulong dodged a shield attack by Gris. A fierce mouse rolled in the oil pot, like a mouse running away with its tail. It quickly escaped, no longer loved to fight, and went straight to the war horse not far away.

"Ky! Come on!" Gris was seriously injured and tried to fight and vowed to kill the hateful boy in front of him. However, he suddenly heard the violent sound of horses' hoofs and crazy laughter not far away. His heart suddenly sank and shouted that it was not good, but what made him even more angry was that the boy ran close to the war horse while he was not paying attention.

Gris's blood-stained lips squirmed gently, and his pale face was like a piece of yellow paper, but his fierce and hateful eyes exposed his hungry wolf-like nature. Even if he died, he had to pull on a cushion.

"Kid, you actually used the trick of devouring tigers, but unfortunately, I saw through it. Even if you die, you have to take a cushion today!" Qi Gris roared loudly, and the dagger in his hand was thrown out like a dart. He cut directly to Kowloon, spit out a mouthful of blood, and roared again: "The light comes from the sun, transforming the supreme glory, shining on the eternal future, which can make the dead trees spring, or make the river evaporate, the mountains and rivers are scorched, the bright sunset, and the stars Yao Qiankun!"

Boom——

With the outbreak of Gris, the shield in his right hand turned into a fierce light, which really shines on the earth like the scorching sun in the air. Hundreds of millions of spaces will shine brightly. Wherever the sun is close, it will be gone.

"Hmm?" Jiulong suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. He suddenly turned his head and saw that Gris was like a god of light, holding a big sun in his hand. He strode and shrank into an inch. When Jiulong saw his Griss's behavior, his mind flashed repeatedly, and he couldn't help muttering, "Praise his father day by day, the road is traveling together!"

Ah——

Kowloon was stunned and suddenly sobered. When did it escape? If he didn't escape, he would die. He also thought about these messy things. Jiulong shouted, abandoned the war horse, and ran wildly. The fire flashed under his feet and directly met the flying war horse horn fighting knight!

"Treacherous boy!" When Gris saw Jiulong running like a homeless dog with his tail between his legs, he suddenly felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart, "Is this the spirit of the warrior!"

If Jiulong hears this, he must scold him for not seeing the coffin and tears, and he will die to the end. He also pretends to be B. The ants are still alive, not to mention people!

However, in any case, Jiulong's move to wolf down the tiger was just right. It escaped the fatal blow of Griese and pointed the sharpest spearheads at the two five-level martial artists. Although he dodged it, now he is between the two, and the two are like wolves, which is not easy to provoke.

With a sudden bite, Jiulong stood on the ground, the flames burned, and the power spread. The dagger and shield in the hand were also rendered with fire. The powerful "Dilong Road" ran crazily. With the operation of "Dilongdao", Jiulong's momentum unexpectedly began. Restraint, but if the real masters see it, it will definitely make them exclaim, "Return to the original!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Erke, who controlled the war horse, galloped like lightning, laughing crazily. The dagger in his hand waved in circles, rippled with the sharp blue light. Kowloon was shocked, "Level 5 warrior!"

"Hmm?" Immediately, Erke suddenly saw Gris like the scorching sun and was shocked. How could this man's momentum be so powerful? At the peak of the five-level warrior, the existence of the six-level warrior, especially his blow, was even more fierce. It seemed that he wanted to pierce the sky and destroy the void.

Erke suddenly condensed, but the Kowloon, like a jumping clown in front of him, was regarded as a garbage-like existence and directly ignored. Fast horses and whips, people borrowed horsepower, horses borrowed manpower, raised the big shields high, stood up slightly, raised the center of gravity, pointed forward with a dagger, and killed with one blow.

Sy-

The loud sound of the horse sounded, and Elk crossed the Kowloon, five meters away from his Gris. As soon as he took the reins of the horse, the horse suddenly raised its front hoofs high. Elk was like the emperor who reigned the world, and he was like killing out and returning to the general with triumphantly. The tragic breath was so fierce.

At the critical moment, the horse's hoof leaned forward and suddenly collapsed, crushing Mount Tai!

Boom——

With a violent roar, the unique move played by Gris at the end of the strong crossbow was a bright sunset, and the stars shined on the universe, directly bombarded Erke's raised horse's hoof. With a click, the front hooves of the tall horse suddenly burst, blood flowed, and the horse's abdomen was thrown away a bloody hole.

kill——

The unwilling roar of Gris sounded again, and the dagger was picked up and pulled. The horse's head was directly cut off by his Gris. The rest of the situation was unabated, and even the Erke sitting on the horse could not escape Gris's self-inutilation attack.

Erke suddenly shouted and pressed down the big shield to directly blow up Gris's head, but his desperate attack made Erke have to defend. With a loud explosion, two collisions and a bang, Griss threw high like a missile and fell more than ten meters away with a plop. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and his dull eyes stared at the ghost-like Kowloon in front of him.

At this time, Jiulong was like a ghost. Just as Gris and Erke were facing each other, Jiulong seized the opportunity and approached quickly. Taking advantage of the unprecedented explosion caused by the collision, Jiulong's short sword shook violently, and the tip of the sword shook left and right. An empty swing, the blade was straight forward, and the force was steep, from the waist and shoulders to the arms. Wrist, wrist loose, coordinated, tight belt, standing in circles, suddenly stabbed out.

With a thorn, mixed with the cracking sound of air, Jiulong's sword was firmly inserted into Elk's back, and blood flowed down.

The dull Erke never thought that the Kowloon of the fourth-level warrior would end his life...

Ah——

Erke gave a sad howl, let the dagger behind him pierce his body, suddenly turned around, and the surging fighting spirit quickly stopped the column-like bleeding on his back, and his face flashed with an unbelievable look. He said quietly, "Now I know why the fifth-level warrior's Gris uses desperate means... ..."

"I... hate it!" Erke exerted all his strength and howled up to the sky, and his voice was full of desolation, helplessness and misery.

"A promise me a condition!" The bird was about to die, and the man was about to die, and his words were also good. Erke fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and his hateful eyes gradually became peaceful. He looked up at the sky slightly, and a drop of tears slowly dripped, fell to the ground, and the crystal flashed away, but was swallowed up by the thick dust on the ground.

Erke struggled to take off the heavy fighting helmet on his head, revealing his gray hair. His old face was heartbreaking, but his shrewd eyes looked up and down at Jiulong, and unexpectedly flashed with satisfaction. His trembling hands gently reached into his arms, took out something like a jade token, and coughed out. With a mouthful of blood, he said slowly, "Young man, come here and I'll ask you for something."

Kowloon looked alert and glanced around, but saw that the huge arena was desolate and cruel, and there was no humanity to speak of. Here, he was the only one standing intact. Looking at the helpless look of the desolate old man Erke, the weakness in his heart was suddenly touched.

Jiulong took a gentle step forward and knelt on the ground with one knee. His face also flashed with helpless sadness, and his voice trembled a little. He said from the bottom of his heart, "I'm sorry!"

"Young people, don't blame me. The arena is the cemetery of our gladiator, which is inevitable!" Erke sighed helplessly, and his dry palm trembled violently. It was time for the lamp to dry up. He handed over the jade token in his hand to Jiulong and slowly said, "Young man, practice well and earn freedom. Take this token to the coast to find my small tribe on the North Sea and ask you to take care of me. The youngest daughter, Salina!"

Kowloon suddenly felt that his fate was not only bear his own life, but also the mission of the whole human civilization. Involuntarily, Kowloon remembered that when he had the fighting spirit, the voice in the Kowloon Tower, "spread civilization, inherit light, and spread our Chinese civilization..."

"Chinese civilization..." Jiulong muttered to himself, and then his eyes gradually became firm, and finally nodded affirmatively, with an unprecedented firm look in his eyes, "Erk, I promise you that when you get free, find your little daughter and take care of her for a lifetime..."

"Thank you!" When Erke heard Jiulong's answer, he gently thanked him and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Gary looked at Kowloon defeating two five warriors with the strength of a four-level warrior and laughed. Although the battle was a little unexpected, it was a solid fact that he was defeated. "Crosas really lives up to my expectations!"

"Congratulations to Master Galil on getting such a heroic and wise gladiator!" Seaman also had an unbelievable look on his face. After being shocked, he quickly nodded and bowed down to bless the proud Galile.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Garrill laughed, with a proud look on his face, slightly swept the view of the arena, his excited face gradually became peaceful, and finally returned to a deep appearance of honor and disgrace.

"Go on the order, release the fourth-level Warcraft Green Wolf King, and start the last round of assessment!" Gary's faint voice came, like notes in the dark.

"Yes!" Seaman quickly answered, raised his voice and shouted, "Let the wolf go!"

Wolf-

The sound came and resounded throughout the arena!

Brothers, stand up, stand up, all kinds of collections, all kinds of clicks, all kinds of floating, encourage Lubei, begging.....................