Chapter 9 Reward 7

Kowloon bears the great pressure brought by gravity space, but his strong self-esteem does not allow him to bend over. Perhaps, as long as he bends down now, the seven-level magician above the sky will withdraw his magic and release Kowloon.

"Is the time of death coming?" Jiulong stood with all his strength, but his mouth was unconvinced. "It's not your turn to decide my life and death!"

"I'm stubborn!" Captain Pasley snorted coldly. Looking at Jiulong's hard-working appearance, he also admired Kowloon. A five-level martial artist who could withstand the seven-level magic gravity space was rare.

"Hmm! You are a five-level warrior, why did you kill all these warriors without leaving any of them!" Pasley looked at Jiulong carefully. The more he observed, the more he admired Jiulong. Jiulong's perseverance, agile wisdom, and indomitable backbone.

Pasley glanced at the magician in the sky, respectfully saluted the magician, and said quietly, "Master Boborich, let go of your gravity space! Let me take a good look at our great fighting god of war!"

"Whatever you want!" The gentle sound sounded, and it was the voice of the seven-level magician Poporić.

Brush! As soon as the words fell, Boborich withdrew the gravity space and buzzed, everything returned to normal. Jiulong took a long breath and slowly picked up the huge sword that fell to the ground.

"Rockus, the son of Grand Duke Titus of the Omayr tribe, an Omayr young genius, who cultivated "Red Flame" to the peak of level 4 at the age of 20..."

Captain Pasli explained the various deeds of Kowloon one by one, and his provocative eyes were self-evident. Although his tone changed, he said quietly, "Red Flame is one of the most powerful skills of the Omer tribe, and it is the supreme treasure that the fire warriors dream of!"

"However, when I saw it today, it surprised me a little. The fighting spirit you practiced is not the fighting spirit cultivated in Chiyan Jue, but an inexplicable golden fighting spirit."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" When Jiulong heard this, he was not afraid at all. It seemed that he had been famous all over the world for a long time. No wonder the descendants of the Grand Duke of Titus had trouble sleeping and wanted to frame themselves to such a miserable level!

"You are Pasley, the captain of the guard at Allen Manor!" Jiulong arched his hand with a look of friendship. He was not afraid of the coldness in Pasley's eyes. When he spoke, he was even more righteous. "Lockus is dead, and only Kowloon is alive!"

"Kowloon..." Pasley narrowed his eyes slightly and gently chewed the name of Jiulong. Suddenly, he shouted sharply, "I don't care whether you are Kowloon or Lockus, you are guilty of killing the nine warriors of Allen Manor!"

"Come on, pick up the sword in your hand. As long as you can pass my pass, all your sins will be written off!" With a bang, the sword in Pasley's hand shook violently and made a metal trembling sound, resounding through the world.

"What's wrong with me?" A golden light flashed in Kowloon's eyes, looking at Pasley, rubbing his fingers slightly, clenching the swords in his hands, ready to fight at any time.

"You and I know everything. There is no need to care so much. Come on, step over me, and I will guarantee that your life will be fine!" Pasley didn't know the conspiracy of Kowloon. He shouted loudly, and his whole body was full of cyan fighting spirit. Suddenly, Pasley was like a cyan sun shining on the earth, and the earth reflected green light everywhere.

"Today's war seems to be inevitable!" Jiulong muttered slightly that he was indeed being careful, but that was for the nobles. The real way to solve the problem was still strong force.

Battle!

Kowloon suddenly drank, waved his huge sword and approached Pasley like a wind wheel. Every time Jiulong took a step, he changed his pace. At this time, the Mustang Tour was running to the extreme.

The wild horse trip, the world is shocked!

Kowloon suddenly attacked like a run wild horse, with golden true breath spewing out desperately, and all kinds of strange action routines were fully interpreted by Kowloon.

The wild horse jumps into the stream, crosses the sky, bounces dust against the wind, and pushes boats along the water!

Kowloon stepped out step by step, shaking his feet, extremely fast, like a ghost, suddenly approaching Pasli, the huge sword raised in the air, made a posture of picking up the curtain and looking at the moon, swinging left and right horizontally, and the dragon came out of the hole.

"Eat my sword!" Kowloon suddenly attacked, and the huge sword carried an unparalleled powerful momentum and cut to Pasley. The golden light was extremely bright, sharp and sharp, dazzling.

"The light of rice grains also shines!" Pasley shouted violently, motionless like Mount Tai, and the huge sword swayed slightly and hit Kowloon.

"The horse steps on the flying swallow, and the sky is empty!"

At the moment when the two giant swords intersect with each other, a sudden change, and Kowloon suddenly changed its attack mode. The golden true spirit suddenly formed a sky horse shadow, and the front hooves suddenly rose and stepped down with a roar.

Kowloon is wrapped in the golden Tianma shadow, holding swords in both hands, and his face is full of madness, controlling the Tianma virtual shadow to soar.

"The heavenly horse raises its hoof and breaks through the mountains and rivers! Jump into the sky and reign in the world!" Kowloon attacked again, and the golden horse suddenly jumped up in the air. Unexpectedly, it really took off and jumped across the air.

"What the hell, dissipate it all!" Pasley was shocked by a series of movements of Kowloon and fell out of his saliva, but when he saw that Jiulong actually wanted to fly through the air with the help of the golden Pegasus shadow, he could not fulfill Jiulong's wish. If a small five-level warrior passed through his defense area with one move, it would not make people laugh!

"Look at my spiral!" Pasley suddenly pedaled the ground and brushed it like an anti-aircraft gun. The huge swords in his hand flew one after another, and the cyan fighting air slowly brewed, forming a gorgeous fighting whirlpool, tearing and cutting towards Kowloon.

"The heavenly horse raises its hooves, and the golden flowers fall to the ground! Stepping on the snow to find plums, the ground blooms with golden lotus!"

Kowloon's eyes were as red as blood, and he crazily manipulated the golden celestial horse across the air. He suddenly shouted, raised his horse's hoof, suddenly stepped down, and directly stepped on Pasley's continuous circle.

With a blow, it roared, and the golden Pegasus suddenly jumped and flew in the air. With the help of the reaction force of continuous spins, it jumped again and ran directly behind Pasley.

"How can this be!" Seeing this, Pas was immediately furious. The huge sword in his hand swallowed unparalleled blue light. The bright blue light was like the sky. Suddenly, he turned around, flashed under his feet, and shot up fiercely towards Kowloon again.

"The boy died!" Pasley roared, and his fighting spirit galloped like a supreme water, pouring down, with a powerful momentum and an arrogant posture everywhere showing the supreme dignity of the true strong.

A round was dodged by Jiulong, but it was a shame as a senior martial artist. In the public, there were many ears and eyes. At that time, one to ten, ten to 100, so as to how to gain a foothold as a seven-level martial artist in the future.

Stabbed——

Seeing that Jiulong was about to land, Pa Li had not caught up with Jiulong. In a hurry, Pa Li could only make a desperate shot. Suddenly, the sword in his hand ejected out and shot directly into Jiulong.

"Shameless!" At this time, Jiulong's true spirit was facing exhaustion, and his face turned pale from blood red. Just as he thought he could win, Pasley suddenly threw his huge sword, carrying unparalleled power, and cut directly to Kowloon.

"What should I do?" At this time, Jiulong had only one idea in mind. He struggled to block the blow, and he completed it. After Passley, everything was just right, and the laborious young master could no longer embarrass himself. At that time, the words and deeds will determine whether Jiulong should turn to laboriously.

"What should I do?" Jiulong felt the wind coming behind him, and a sharp breath reached the bottom of his heart, which made people shudder. His coach Thomas was also a seven-level warrior. When he fought against Thomas, Kowloon did not feel this feeling of powerlessness, but it was completely different from Pasley. Needless to say, it must be coach Thomas. Si didn't do his best.

Suddenly, Jiulong made a decision, suddenly bit his pale lips, suddenly turned around, and hummed. The golden Tianma collapsed, and Jiulong suddenly lost its balance and slid backwards.

"Break it!" Jiulong suddenly put all the true qi into his body, and with a bang, a bright golden light burst out on the giant sword.

"Go!" Jiulong also risked himself. Under such circumstances, he threw the giant sword out like Pasley.