Chapter 37 9

On the stage, there was a tragic atmosphere everywhere, shouting and killing. The sound of the impact of swords was endless. The thunderous drums rumbled, the long bronze horns sounded up to the sky, and the whole vibrating point of the platform buzzed and trembled.

On the stage, after fierce fighting, there were only 23 six-level warriors standing on the stage. At this time, they were all red-eyed and stained with their opponents' blood.

Only when three people have to be eliminated can it be regarded as the end of the general. At the moment of panic, Jiulong, which had been hidden for a long time, finally burst into an unprecedented powerful momentum. The golden true air surged and surtained everywhere and enveloped the whole audience!

qiang lang——

The sound of metal cicadas resounded through the world. A knife and sword held in Jiulong's hand couldn't help trembling, making a long trembling sound. With a roar, the golden light swallowed. In an instant, the sword was wrapped, and each knife and sword seemed to be alive. Unexpectedly, it ran its true qi by itself, and a circle of powerful strength revolved around them and pressed them. Force the air around you!

"Get out!" Suddenly, Jiulong shouted loudly and bounced suddenly, like an eagle spreading its wings. Immediately after that, an eagle grabbed the rabbit, and the tragic breath was brewing. The thunder was critical, a little savings, and suddenly attacked. The thunder hit the yellow dragon directly!

Kka-ka-

Two bursting roars sounded. Jiulong held a sword in his left and a knife in his right, one left and one right, vertically and horizontally, and two bursts. The two unlucky people who were caught off guard were attacked by Kowloon with lightning and lightning.

The wide blade hit the shield, and the wide and heavy shield was broken, and with a mouthful of blood. The warrior was directly knocked over by the huge force of Kowloon, threw it high, and fell on the platform with a plop. He was unconscious!

The tricky sword carried the momentum of thunder, passing through layers of obstacles like a swimming fish. With a click, the handle of the long gun in the man's hand was broken by the brush. With a sound, the sharp tip of the sword pointed straight on the man's neck, and a small blood red slowly slipped from his neck.

In a flash, everyone did not react, especially the two unlucky warriors who were attacked by Jiulong with lightning. They were even more caught off guard. Jiulong pointed a sword at the warrior. He did not set up a killer, but the warrior broke out in a cold sweat. The long gun fell to the ground with a snap and looked at Jiu in a dull manner. Dragon.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Jiulong opened his eyes angrily, and two golden sharp rays flashed in his eyes and looked at the warrior fiercely!

The warrior was stunned by a series of coherent movements of Jiulong. When Jiulong burst out two sharp golden awns, he was suddenly shocked. However, at this moment, his life was hanging on the ground with a fluttering sound. He raised two fingers tremblingly and begged to look at Jiulong.

"Get out!" Jiulong was not pretentious. He suddenly shouted, and a huge roar resounded through the world, which made the hearts of the generals sitting on the stage tremble.

The warrior fled with his tail like a homeless dog. If he didn't sing, he was stunned. Jiulong just responded to this sentence. He was at the most tense moment, so that all his eyes were focused on himself. Only in this way can he be valued by the high-ranking nobles and be closer to real freedom. One step.

Jiulong's behavior stunned everyone. The momentary on the stage was quiet, silent, and the needle fell audible. Everyone turned their eyes to Kowloon. They looked at the sudden outbreak of Jiulong in shock, with an incredible look on their faces.

Boom——

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion. A six-level martial artist actually took this opportunity to suddenly attack his disillusioned opponent. The huge shield attacked fiercely. At once, he knocked the opponent to the ground, stabbed him, cut through the air with a long knife, and brushed it! A good head was thrown away, and the blood of a pillar spewed out crazily, adding another pool of color to the platform.

At this moment, the battle is coming to an end, and the generals are destined to produce 20 generals on the stage. Now they are unbiased. There are exactly 20 people, and all the people standing there are one after another.

Leren Eneox narrowed slightly. When he saw the 30th man fall, Huo opened his eyes, stretched out his big hand, and his majestic voice sounded, "Immediately treat the injured, and the rest of the field can serve as the captain of the thousands of Tes strikers on this expedition!"

A row of warriors quickly greeted them and pulled all the wounded lying on the ground moaning, or the motionless dead, out of the battlefield for treatment. There were still 20 people standing on the field. Although they did not take action for the time being, the tense atmosphere was not eased at all. On the contrary, it was even more gloomy and horrible!

Leren Eneox looked down at the 20 people in the field and did not have much opinion on this battle. A lull voice sounded again. "The point is over, but you have not divided the victory or defeat. In order to better arrange the position, you can start the battle. After the battle, you will be assigned official positions in the order of exiting from the field. !"

"However, you can withdraw before the battle, so that you can only let it go, and you have no chance to choose the rights in the army!"

"Which is it to fight for the opportunity to choose the right or to give up the opportunity to choose the right? You can make your own choice!" The grand voice of Leren Eneaux is like a magic sound in the ears of every warrior. Choosing means fighting, and giving up fighting means giving up choosing!

The scene was silent, and everyone stared at the 20 warriors on the stage. Count Feili and Count Galil were also no exception. At this time, Count Feili's face was red and green. He was not far from Kowloon, and the powerful momentum emitted by Kowloon was like the sun, rejecting endless power like a vast ocean. Quantity.

Galil's eyes are gloomy, and the blue light appears from time to time. There is no doubt that Kowloon is powerful. Unfortunately, he is now a laborious person. Thinking about the past, it was he who qualified Kowloon as a gladiator. He spent a lot of money to hire Thomas, the greatest gladiator trainer of the Leren tribe, Kowloon. Now it's all thanks to Galil.

However, Jiulong's seller sought glory and went to work hard. It's not a year or two for the two of them to fight in secret. Kowloon's move is a complete loss!

Leren Eneox is silent, but he knows all the people in the field. There are 20 people in the field, four seven-level warriors, one of whom is his own, two are the Grand Duke of Talmud, and the last one is Master Feili.

The powerful Leren Eneox of the seven-level warrior is very clear that once he goes to the battlefield, he will be like a bulldozer, unless he meets someone from the same level!

The most surprising person for Leren Enneox is Kowloon. At this time, the golden light surged all over his body, like the sharp edge of the sheath sword. Leren Eneox can be sure that Kowloon is indeed a six-level warrior, but the momentum he exudes is not weaker than that of the seventh-level warrior.

If a person like Kowloon suddenly bursts out powerful force on the battlefield, it will be a high killer, assassinate and hide among thousands of troops and horses, and behead the enemy generals and triumph. What a remarkable achievement it will be!

The general sitting on the stage quietly looked at the 20 bloody generals fighting on the field and thought about each other, including Leren Eneox, who has a love for Kowloon, but as a leader, he naturally has his big belly and is too lazy to rob his younger brother!

Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a long sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, standing on the ground casually, surrounded by golden light, which can be said to be heroic and waved Fang Yu!

The other four seven-level warriors were also waiting and quietly watching each other. Of course, a Kowloon was added to the battle. They looked at Kowloon over and over again. From the surging true spirit, they felt that Kowloon was like a golden egg, seemingly casual action, but both offensive and defensive. !

Zanglang——

The friction sound of the sword sounded, and a six-level samurai sword was sheathed, slowly turned around and silently walked out of the field, which meant that he chose to withdraw from the battle. With the withdrawal of this samurai, another samurai also gave up the battle.

Four powerful seven-level warriors, plus a Kowloon, are all standing on the battlefield like the scorching sun. As long as they don't withdraw from the field, no one dares to fight!

Sure enough, the rest withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only five lonely people, that is, four seven-level warriors and a six-level warrior, Kowloon.

"Good!" Leren Eneaux saw that there were five people left in the field shouting and immediately gave the order to fight: "Five warriors, pick up the sword and sword in your hand, fight hard, and show your majestic strength to the high gods. The battle begins!"