Chapter 38 Fighting 1
"Get out!" Jiulong suddenly shook and threw out the woman who jumped on him. Huo opened his eyes, looked coldly, and quietly looked at the woman.
The woman was thrown to the ground by Jiulong and made no sound. It seemed that she was a tool and didn't know the pain at all. She slowly stood up. A layer of water mist formed in her eyes, slowly picked up the coarse cloth on the ground, casually put it around her neck, and gently turned around, looking determined, sad and slowly. Go outside.
The woman's performance was unexpected. Seeing a layer of watery fog in the woman's eyes, she was even more at a loss. She couldn't help but regret the recklessness just now and looked at the woman's every move with a stunned look.
The woman walked out without looking back, leaving only one sentence, "Do you know what my master will do with this time!"
After listening to the woman's words, Jiulong was stunned. He knew that he had not carried out the master's order, which was death. Looking at the woman going out, Jiulong grabbed the woman's arm and didn't know what to say. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and looked at the woman with a confused look.
Kowloon got out of bed, handed his quilt to the woman, and said quietly, "I slept on the floor tonight..."
The woman was relieved and hesitantly took the quilt handed over by Jiulong. She gently leaned against the corner of the wall and quietly closed her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking. Jiulong looked at the woman and twitched fiercely, but she soon calmed down, closed her eyes again and operated Xuangong.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and a beam of sunshine shone into the room, which was particularly refreshing. Jiulong gently opened his eyes, jumped out of the bed, looked at the sleeping woman on the ground and whispered, "Hey, it's dawn, you can go back!"
"Hmm!" In fact, the woman had already woken up, but she still closed her eyes and was afraid of disturbing Jiulong's dream. Hearing Jiulong's call, she quickly stood up, put the put on **, turned around, and hurried out of Jiulong's room.
Kowloon watched the woman go out, slightly distracted, sighed, put on simple leather armor, walked out of the door, raised his eyes, and looked around. The universe was bright, and the breeze brushed his face refreshed, but Jiulong's mood was extremely heavy. Today is the beginning of the fight!
Success or failure in one move!
At this time, all the gladiators on the training ground are doing warm-up exercises and drinking! Ha! The training in the training ground is in full swing, and the atmosphere is extremely tense. It grinds the gun before the battle, takes out the best state, fights hard, life and death again, success or failure again!
Drink!
With a long roar, the golden light under his feet flashed, shrinking into an inch, and crossing, he came to a nearby weapon rack. The weapons here were all made of wood, but this was not ordinary wood, but heavy black wood, heavy as heavy as iron, which was the best tool for training.
Brush!
Kowloon's body flashed, left-handed sword, right-handed knife, one knife and one sword, clenched in his hand, suddenly turned around and shouted, "The seven-star tiger is flying, and the white crane's bright wings are hidden!"
With a loud shout, suddenly, the strong wind suddenly rose, stepped out, and seven steps flashed, like a tiger down the mountain, extremely powerful, elegant and free, the body method changed again, the white crane bright wings, the footsteps changed, the leg method loomed, the needles hidden in the past, and the dark accumulation of energy.
Long sword waved, sword knife waved, sword edge tiger roaring, knife wind dragon dragon, flexible body, looming, sometimes light and soft, continuous, sometimes extremely powerful, domineering and fierce.
"If you value your intention but not your shape, there is no way to win!" While interpreting self-created martial arts, Kowloon thinks about how to improve martial arts, and strives to be gentle when it is soft, strong when it is fierce, and both strong and soft.
Kowloon moves, the knife is like a tiger, the sword is like a flying phoenix, the knife is fierce, the sword is elegant, the sword is like a circle, the knife is like lightning, the sword is hidden, and the knife is out of the air...
"Look left and right to look at the two pieces, and move around to welcome the eight directions!"
Kowloon shouted again, left sword and right knife, big opening and closing, split, cutting, picking and stabbing! Chopping, intercepting, holding, flirting! The action is chic and elegant, strong and extraordinary, sometimes like a spirit monkey, sometimes like a tiger, doing everything!
With a bang, Jiulong violently threw out the sword in his hand, brushed it, and inserted it into the weapon rack accurately. Suddenly, he turned around, walked vigorously, crossed the region step by step, and came to another place. The thousand pounds of barbell, Jiulong lifted it up, and struggled, one, two, three, four, five, six, Seven......
Touch! Jiulong threw the barbell to the ground, wiped a handful of sweat, and shot around. At this time, most of the gladiators had warmed up and returned to their homes to rest and prepare for the final battle!
"Rockus!" At this moment, the beast-like Shaw Pollard slowly stepped towards Kowloon. His ferocious face was frightening, but Kowloon was not afraid at all. The powerful power gave him the courage to be fearless.
"Shake Pollard!" Jiulong narrowed his eyes and quietly watched Shock Pollard walking towards him. His voice was hoarse and said slowly.
"Today's battle, you and I will compete with each other!" Shock Pollard's gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice rumbled like thunder, which made people shudder.
"I'm happy to accompany you!" Jiulong turned around, left a word, and walked out slowly.
Du-Du-Du——
hong——hong——hong——
At noon, the wind was shining, the sun was shining, and the bird's nest-like arena was full of seats. In the cheers of hundreds of millions of people, the long-awaited joint wrestling competition of the four major estates began. With the sound of horn, and with a thunderous drum beating, hundreds of millions of people took off their hats and hissed. Roar, vent your infinite desire F!
On the gorgeous rostrum, rows of gorgeous makeup and colorful nobles looked nervous, looking forward to the beginning of the fight. Count Lelan Feili sat in the middle and saw thousands of people calling. He was excited. He slowly stood up, stretched out his hands and bowed deeply to all the people in the audience!
Oh-oh-
With Leren's laborious action, all the people suddenly burst into an earth-shaking roar, and waves were transmitted out, like waves, surging and surging!
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The laborious voice was very slow, word by word, like Hong Zhongdalu. In the spread of the magic array, hundreds of millions of people in the audience could clearly hear, "The four major manor joint wrestling competition begins now!"
Oh——oh——
All the people screamed again and kept throwing up the objects in their hands. They would once again witness the holding of a gladiator match, the emergence of the great god of war, ruthless killing, bloody war, and invincible desire.
"First of all, we invite the Earl who sponsored the joint fight between the four major estates, Master Galile of the West Asia Manor, the Earl of Somalia of Roy Manor, the Earl of Enge of Tommasson Manor, and Master Rogers of Talmud Manor!" Fei Li's voice was extremely loud, introducing to all the people the sponsors who sponsored the four major manor joint wrestling.
Galil's face was excited. With Delia's hand, he stood up gently and glanced at the audience, with a gentle look and a noble gentleman's appearance, deeply bowing to all the people!
After seeing the introduction of all the people, Leren struggled to open his hands, and a loud voice sounded again, "Please, the four major manor gladiators appear!"
hong——hong——hong——
Du-Du-Du——
The battle drums thundered, the horn hissed, and the whole arena boiled. In the cheers of hundreds of millions of people, all the gladiator appeared, and the heavy iron gate was opened. Four groups of gladiators, each group of about ten people, all wearing steel armor, wearing sword helmets, some with short sword shields, some holding hammers, and some Take a long gun, all kinds, and slowly appear.
Roar-Roar——
All the gladiators appeared on the stage, roared from the sky, and their voices shook the earth. They raised their weapons in their hands high and tried their best to show their strong posture. As all the gladiatores appeared, the drum horn slowly stopped, and the whole arena was boiling.
Kowloon** wears his upper body, shorts, a long iron boots under his feet, two arms wear thick armor, and his messy hair stands up, like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf, his eyes flashing, and a red strip on his head, which coils this golden coil snake. This is the gladiator of the West Asia Manor gladiator Sign.
Kowloon, one knife and one sword, slowly came forward and stood side by side with Shock Pollard, looking around!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
All the people stood up and shouted at the gladiator on the arena!
Suddenly, all the gladiator's eyes became sharp, roared up to the sky, raised their weapons, and began to rush!