Chapter 21 Selection of Gladiator 6
"The light of rice grains dares to compete for the bright moon!" Gris pointed diagonally to the sky with a short sword, and a shield in front of him, and suddenly shouted loudly. The bright fighting spirit like an abyss flourished, and the strong heat seemed to evaporate the whole world.
"Hmm!" Kowloon's arrow stepped forward, like a wolf like a tiger, a red dragon stirs up the sea, short sword attack, big shield defense, Kowloon is a four-level warrior, although there is no five-level bright warrior and Gris's fighting spirit, but Kowloon's method of applying fighting spirit is indeed pure and natural.
kill——
Kowloon made a move, a defenseless and lifeless crazy attack. In the face of a five-level martial artist who is one level higher than himself, he must first have momentum, give up his momentum, and use strong beliefs, strange martial arts skills, and exquisite application techniques to seize the opportunity and kill the warriors by leap!
Kowloon suddenly swinged the big shield, and the firelight flashed and disappeared uncertainly. With a bang, the surging flame fighting spirit suddenly spewed out. In an instant, the shield was densely and regenerated. The flame fighting spirit on the big shield actually began to rotate, combined by itself, and turned its eyes, and a slowly rotating fire lotus was formed.
The industry is full of red lotus, integrating attack and defense, and there is no disadvantage!
At this time, Kowloon is like the god of war walking in the clouds. He captured the dragon with one hand, violently hit the brilliant Gris, and held a fire lotus in the other, giving Gris a fatal blow to Gris at any time.
"Hmm?" Before the Kowloon people arrived, the offensive was extremely fierce. In an instant, he approached Gris, and the arrogant Gris's eyes flashed with a trace of pity. When he saw the fierce attack of Kowloon surging, like a prison, he suddenly condensed, raised his eyebrows and gently raised the corners of his mouth. "Interesting boy, the fourth-level martial artist has such power. It's rare to see, but no matter how amazing you are, you can't escape the end of dust today.
Gris fiercely stood up the shield, surrounded the shield with a strong bright fighting spirit, and struggled to meet the sea of red dragons smashed by Kowloon.
With a loud explosion, Kowloon's dagger was actually hit in a different direction by its Gris shield. The big shield continued to stave and hit Kowloon with its head and face. The sound was so powerful that he couldn't wait to beat Kowloon, who was like an ant in his eyes.
"Hmm!" Seeing this, Jiulong's heart moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He smiled, "I was underestimated! In this case, let's ask you to close your low dog's eyes forever.
Kowloon's remaining momentum suddenly changed its position. In an instant, it dodged the shield attack of its Gris, a sudden flying, and the fighter threw it, and the rotating shield suddenly cut to its Griss. The fiery lotus flower burned like a flame and shined brightly. For a moment, it actually stabilized the light of its Gris five-level warrior. Mang.
Boom——
Gris did not panic at all. He didn't care about this blow. The gap in the realm was not easy to make up for. The shield pushed fiercely and resisted the red lotus from the Kowloon like a bull.
An unexpected thing happened. The rotating fire lotus, with a strange and variable angle, actually cut off its Gris calf obliquely.
"Hmm?" Gris was shocked. It was so strange that it was really rare. His contempt for Kowloon disappeared and he really responded as an opponent.
In a hurry, Gris could only defend his calf again. At the same time, the light on the short sword suddenly splashed, shining like a scorching sun, and cutting into Kowloon.
Death!
Kowloon made a move and did not relax. How could he miss the good opportunity? With a loud shout, the short sword suddenly stabbed forward, and the fire burst out. The strong fight against the short sword of Gris. The firelight converged. Kowloon was fierce and powerfully flew up and hit the yellow dragon. The hot flame burned fiercely and kicked it with a bang. Reese's abdomen.
Touch-
His strong light fighting spirit suddenly ejected and directly ejected the Kowloon that kicked on his body. The bullet was extremely powerful. Only a bang was heard. Jiulong retreated continuously. In the blink of an eye, the two quickly separated, more than ten meters apart, two confronted, four eyes collided, and the firelight splashed.
Kowloon flew up and kicked Gris, and was not in a hurry to do it. His eyes were bright and bright. He felt that he had reached the limit and waited for his change.
It's not that Kowloon has never fought with the fifth-level warrior. When he was in the mine, he fought with the fifth-level warrior Markov. The reason why he was able to win that battle was not because of how exquisite his fighting spirit was, but because of his quality.
The vast and powerful "Imperial Dragon Road" is unpredictable, and the cultivated fighting spirit is even more strange and changeable. It can enter the human body, crazily devouring the opponent's fighting spirit, destroy the opponent's body, and it is even more strange to the enemy. Jiulong has a feeling that when he cultivates the fighting spirit more vigorous, maybe he can launch it directly like a magician. All kinds of attacks.
In fact, what Jiulong does not know is that his fighting spirit is very different from that of fighting spirit in the ordinary sense. It is a special existence between fighting spirit and true qi. It not only has the characteristics of strong and violent fighting spirit, but also has the characteristics of true temperature melting like silk, tenacity.
Puff——
As expected, although Gris's fighting spirit is far stronger than Jiulong, the quality of fighting spirit is 108,000 miles different from that of Jiulong's. In the body, it can't be defeated. Although Jiulong's fighting spirit is rare, it is mysterious and unpredictable, like a steel needle stuck in the meat, and like overflowing into the body. The smoke inside is pervasive.
A mouthful of blood came out crazily, and his arrogant Gris's eyes suddenly shot an unbelievable and stared at Jiulong. The other party was obviously a warrior who practiced flame fighting spirit, but the fighting spirit was strange and changeable, more corrosive than the dark fighting spirit, which made it impossible to defend himself.
"You are a small four-level martial artist. Why is the quality of fighting spirit so high, and it is strange and changeable, which is more corrupt than the dark fighting spirit." Gris's lips trembled gently. He was seriously injured, and his body's different fighting spirit conflicted with each other, and his own fighting spirit was greatly defeated. At this time, his body was greatly destroyed, the fighting gas reflux, the meridians were chaotic, and he could no longer apply fighting Qi.
"Hmm!" Jiulong shouted coldly and had no expression. His cold face seemed to fall off ice slag. Suddenly, he shouted, "Go and ask the Lord of Hell!"
Suddenly, Jiulong moved, and if he didn't move, he would cry. The big shield suddenly rotated like a wind wheel. The fiery red fighting spirit came out and shouted "Go!" The shield was suddenly thrown out and cut off to Gris like a flying saucer.
At the same time, the front finger of the dagger, the front end of the blade pecked up, with the waist as the axis, the force of the two wrists, and the wrist suddenly sank, with a sound. Between this slight shaking, the tip of the sword made a crisp sound, as if to collapse the air, and the hoarse sound and the rapid figure approached it. Reese, "The red flame bursts!"
Ah——
Gris, a five-level martial artist, suddenly shouted, and his strong desire for survival stimulated his potential. He suddenly raised his fighting spirit and finally extinguished the violent flame fighting spirit in his body. A pair of congested eyeballs, like fireballs, shining brightly, like a small sun. The body is red, but emitting The light is colorless.
kill——
In the face of danger, Gris showed the strong breath that a five-level warrior should have. The bursting light shone all over his body like hell on earth, and the ground was roasted yellow by his move.
Gris spewed out a mouthful of blood again, holding his breath fiercely, picked up his short sword, shining like the scorching sun, and his whole body was shining, preventing Jiulong's strange fighting spirit from entering the body and directly cutting towards Jiulong.
Gris can see that Jiulong's weakness is that the fighting spirit is not strong enough. Needless to think about it, the stupidest and most effective way to fight is to defend cautiously, attack fiercely, and subdue Kowloon with great force.
The so-called one-force reduction of ten benefits, the method taken by Griese is really the same.
Seeing this, Jiulong frowned slightly. Gris is also a person. Otherwise, it is impossible to find out his weaknesses and deal with perfection in such a short time. What he fears most is this kind of person!
It was said that it was late, and the two suddenly came into contact with each other, and the sound was endless. Between tossing and turning, the two had fought for dozens of rounds.
If it hadn't been for Kowloon's surprise and seriously injured Gris, Jiulong might have reported to the great Marx. Nevertheless, Kowloon would have retreated, his mouth burst and his arms were numb.
"Drive!" Suddenly, there was a violent shout, but at the end of another group of fights. The man actually rushed straight on a war horse. The shield and dagger in his hand whined, and the blue fighting spirit surged, and shot directly at Kowloon and Gris.
"Death!" The man held his shield high, waved his dagger in one hand, and shouted in a proud voice, "Two humble bugs, the great Erke will give you a ride and return to the arms of the great Virgin!"