Chapter 39 Fighting 2

Wow! Buff!

The two big hammers in Shock Pollard's hand hit each other, making a loud sound, and the sound of gold and iron made people's eardrums hurt.

"Kill!" Shock Pollard licked his lips, ** his ferocious face, and his fierce eyes scanned everywhere. On the huge arena, four groups of gladiatores walked from four directions from southeast to northwest.

The gladiator of the West Asia Manor is covered with a red cloth belt on his head or waist. The cloth belt is embroidered with a golden coiled snake. The snake mouth is open, its teeth are full of teeth, and the snakes are swallowing everything.

Roy Manor's gladiator has a yellow ribbon on his head or waist. The ribbon is also embroidered with a golden coil snake, which is the same as that of the West Asia Manor, but the color of the ribbon is different. Correspondingly, the Tomasson Manor is a blue ribbon, and the Talmud Manor is a black ribbon.

Kowloon glanced at the crazy Shaw Pollard, half narrowed his eyes, looked at the square gladiators, and looked at the lineup of the other three parties. Kowloon's eyebrows frowned together, and the strong perception ability was magnified to the limit. Each of the other three parties had a six-level warrior, but only one did not have it. If he played alone Fighting, that is also acceptable, but the four-way scuffle, the six-level martial artists are mixed in it, which is no different from the cranes standing among the chickens, and they are invincible, as if nothing.

"Shake Pollard!" Jiulong said in a low voice, "The other three parties have six-level warriors. Only when we cooperate with each other can we win!"

"Hmm!" Shock Pollard snorted coldly and said disapprovingly, "They are all local chickens and dogs, where they can stop my Shock Pollard's attack!"

"Arrogant and ignorant!" Jiulong said coldly, "The four-way scuffle is fundamentally different from fighting alone. If we are not careful, we will die!"

"In the arena where people cheer, what's wrong with death? This is the cemetery of gladiator and the paradise of gladiator. If you are afraid of death, you will die faster!" Shock Pollard's ferocious face trembled, his scarlet tongue swallowed from time to time, and his bloodthirsty nature was gradually inspired by the cheers of the people.

"Ignorance!" Hearing this, Jiulong snorted coldly. In this case, he could only show his ability. The strong and strange true spirit made him have strong self-confidence, and his strong martial arts skills made him more confident. There was no fear of fighting in the four directions!

"Men need to be sharpened by blood and fire to reflect their due value. Your humble lives need to be sharpened to grow into a true brave and strong man!" Kowloon moved slowly. Every step, the earth trembled. Every step, Kowloon was in a mood. Instructor Thomas's words slowly echoed in Kowloon's mind.

"Blood and fire cast a man!" Jiulong muttered to himself, "Use blood to pave the way for the strong, and use fire to experience the ladder of the brave!"

"This battle is different. This battle determines victory and freedom. For the sake of freedom, the blood and tears of countless people have been sprinkled here!"

"Kill!" Jiulong suddenly shouted loudly, and his feet flashed repeatedly. He stepped out step by step. The seven stars jumped, roared up to the sky, and roared in the wind!

Kka-

Shake Pollard's speed was faster, and the huge hammer bombarded, killing a gladiator at Roy Manor. Blood flew, his brain burst, and his whole head was smashed into meat sauce.

qiang——qiang——qiang——

Kowloon suddenly attacked, and the golden true qi was like the scorching sun in the sky. It was unusual. The sword sounded and resounded through the world. The swords attacked, the long sword defended, one knife and one sword were invincible. No one could live wherever they passed.

Stab! The long knife wrapped in a faint gold, crossed the strange arc, stabbed, and cut down a gladiator with a solid fighting helmet next to him. The body protection was broken. Seeing this, Jiulong attacked again. The long knife suddenly rose, swallowed the sword light, and clicked at the fallen gladiator with a sword.

Ah——

A tragic howl came, and the gladiator was hit by Kowloon's strange gladiator, and a bloody hole appeared on his chest, and blood flowed out.

The gladiator suddenly bulged and stopped the blood flow. He held the gladiator shield in one hand to resist the stormy attack of Kowloon. He covered the wound with one hand and looked panicked.

"Hmm!" Seeing this, Jiulong snorted coldly and did not love to fight. The quality of his true qi was noble, which was much higher than that of fighting spirit. As long as the true qi entered the body, he had enough confidence that this man would die, and he didn't know how to die.

"Ah!" The gladiator lying on the ground suddenly shouted, looked frightened and at a loss. He abandoned the shield crazily, and the fighting spirit of his whole body was swallowed up by the true qi of Jiulong, and tried his best to destroy his body.

Stabbed——

A gladiator's huge sword picked up and cut off the man's waist with a click. The bloody scene suddenly rippled, with a bang. The man fell firmly to the ground, his face was still frightened, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

brush——

Kowloon's arrow stepped out step by step, dodged, and the long knife attacked again. In the chaotic battle, Kowloon stepped out, and there was a person falling down. Where the whole person passed like lightning, it was a hell on earth.

"The seven stars are flying!"

"White crane's bright wings and hidden legs!"

The battle in Kowloon became more and more fierce. All martial arts were integrated into a furnace, and the feet flashed continuously. Different directions were changed. In a blink of an eye, seven or eight lives had been harvested.

Brush! Kowloon rolled over and split down with one knife. With the momentum of Mount Tai, he split a person in half with one knife, soared into the air again, flew up and down, leaned out step by step, moved around, and stood on the spot.

With a bang, Jiulong stood firmly on the spot, and no one who did not have long eyes dare to approach. Jiulong was bathed with blood, half squinting, and glanced at the whole audience. Seeing that everyone far away, he would give way and did not participate in it. He watched coldly and quietly stared at the battlefield!

Tear-

When Jiulong stared at the battlefield indifferently, a watery sword galloped and stabbed directly into Kowloon's head like an arrow. Kowloon's perception was so powerful that he suddenly condensed. He lowered his head and turned around. The strange sword swallowed the hot golden light and wrapped in the sky, suddenly hung the hilt of the flying sword. With a sound, the flying sword suddenly rotated under the action of Kowloon's strange true qi and flew back in the direction of flying.

Ah! Immediately after that, with a tragic howling, another person was killed alive by Jiulong.

"Hmm!" Jiulong stood on the field, snorted coldly, holding a sword in his left hand, holding a knife in his right hand, slowly closing his eyes, and feeling infinite bloody violence. Jiulong's heart was like water, like a spectator walking around. All of this was light. Suddenly, cruelty was no longer cruel, and violent was no longer violent!

"Blood and fire have forged a man. After the test of blood, the grinding of fire can reflect the due value. The humble life needs to be sharpened to grow into a true brave and strong man!" Thomas's words always echoed in Kowloon's mind, and with the extremely tragic atmosphere in the field, it further confirmed Thomas's language.

kill——

Shake Pollard hammered one by one. Where he passed, blood flowed into a river. All the gladiators opened a channel for him and avoided Shock Pollard like a plague god, but Shock Pollard didn't want Kowloon. The more brave he fought, the more he became. The huge double hammer roared. After a person burst into a hammer, he roared up to the sky. , "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In a blink of an eye, there was a mess. Most of the 40 gladiators had died in a charge. Except for Shaw Pollard, who roared up to the sky, all the people beside Kowloon turned into corpses. Looking around, there were few gladiatores in other estates.

There is only a six-level warrior left in Roy Manor. His whole body is tightly wrapped in armor. He is extremely tall, full of two meters. Like a giant, his whole body is covered with blood. He holds a double-edged tomahawk. On the bloody tomahawk, his flesh and blood is blurred. There is still a bunch of rotten meat hanging at the hook of the axe blade, and the blood is dripping. Flow.

There are three people left in Thomas Manor. Each of them has a strong momentum. They are actually three sixth-level warriors. The most frightening is a full-body **, a gladiator without any armor, wearing a pair of iron gloves on his hands, and the blade about half a meter long on each finger is shining, so tragic. During the battle, there was not even a trace of blood left on the blade, which shows that this is definitely a magic weapon.

What's more frightening is that the blood flowed from his mouth, his lips slowly squirmed, chewing the bright red flesh and blood, and the blood flowed from the corners of his mouth to his chest, which was dazzling.