Chapter 36 8
Today, Jiulong put on a khaki armor carefully dressed in Mesomea. The whole set of armor was extremely heavy. If Jiulong hadn't been a six-level warrior, this set of armor alone would have made him overstretched.
The armor weighs 300 catties, and the chest armor is carved with a beautiful snake pattern. The whole armor wraps the Kowloon's body tightly. Helmets, shoulder armors, arm guards, hand guards, chest armors, skirts, knee pads, combat boots, all are all available. This set of armors is extremely exquisite, and it was also specially found for Kowloon.
Kowloon carries a war knife and a sword on his back. The two sharp blades are all made of precious pentite fine iron, crossed with each other and firmly inserted behind them. These two sharp blades were also made by Mesomea's efforts.
Kowloon wore the equipment that Mesumia bought for him and with invincible determination, he slowly stepped on the platform. With the sound of rumble drums, he cooperated with 60 people and slowly climbed to the general stage.
Kowloon slowly appeared on the stage, and the remaining light in his eyes swept under the field. Twenty thousand-person teams were neatly listed off the court. With the strong spiritual power of Jiulong, the field was full of murder and exuding supreme majesty all the time. If this spiritual power is completely condensed, a spiritual attack can directly kill an eight-level magician. Bombarding becomes an idiot.
Finally, they boarded the general platform. When they stood firmly, they couldn't wait to announce the start of the battle. Suddenly, the general platform was nervous and looked at the people beside them with vigilance.
Thorn-Thorn-
The sound of violent metal friction came, and 60 people were holding weapons in their hands. They were not in a hurry to do it. They were all looking at each other and choosing their own targets, and their eyes flashed with bright sharp light.
qiang lang——
Kowloon's sword should come out of its sheath. In the face of these six-level warriors, Kowloon's victory was in hand. Involuntarily, he turned his eyes to Paris, a seven-level warrior, which seemed to be sharp. Paris also turned his eyes to Kowloon. The two looked at each other and shot a series of sparks.
"Hmm!" Paris snorted coldly and suddenly turned his head. Kowloon is powerful. Paris knew best. This war is of great importance and must not be mistaken. Paris is a self-knowledged person and a current affairs person. By doing so, he obviously gave up the idea of fighting with Kowloon!
Kowloon's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was also eager to fight with the strong, but at this moment, there is no room for loss. As a seven-level warrior, Paris's surging fighting spirit is endless. In case of a mistake, he will regret it!
Jiulong gently turned his eyes to others. Obviously, he also chose the opponent he was 100% sure to defeat!
"Kill!"
Suddenly, a loud shout exploded in the crowd like thunder, which made people deaf. The sound was like a warning on the eve of the storm. With this sound, the calm crowd suddenly exploded.
The fierce battle began. Sixty people fought regardless of their lives. The shouting was deafening, and the bloody atmosphere permeated. The sound of swords, the piercing of long guns, and the roar of shields were intertwined and resounded throughout the battlefield!
Boom!
With a bang, suddenly, a strong breath suddenly broke out on Paris, which was the original pressure of the seven-level warriors. The fiery fighting spirit wrapped him, and he was like a fire god who went down to earth. The fierce red light shone all directions, and the strong momentum was clear.
At the moment when all the six-level warriors broke out in Paris, they dodged far away. They all looked at Paris with fear and did not want to confront Paris head-on. Paris's seven-level warriors instinctively oppressed them, and they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts.
Paris's eyes shot around like two flames. Wherever he saw, the warriors there made way for him. Paris, as a seven-level warrior, also had instinctive nobility. The six-level warrior did not take the initiative to attack him, and he did not bother to fight.
Boom!
At the moment when Paris burst into a strong momentum, three equally powerful breaths suddenly appeared in the crowd. Paris was suddenly shocked and turned his head to look at the three places with strong breaths.
A strong man, with a beard on his face, brown eyes spinning smoothly, shining with cunning light, surrounded by a strong earth fighting spirit, thick sea-like fighting spirit shows his strength, a seven-level earth warrior.
A long blue hair poured down like a wave, and the blue eyes were as bright as blue crystal, shining with a cold light. Those talking eyes seemed to fall out of the ice slag. Wherever he looked, the air there froze.
The last one is a ferocious man with three scars on his face. The ferocious and horrible scars are his symbol of belligerence. His white eyes are full of blood, and his figure is extremely tall, two meters and three meters. His burly figure alone is daunting. He is also a seven-level martial artist, a strong dark fight. The air is steaming, like a killing god from the land of the underworld.
In terms of momentum alone, Paris is not panicked compared with the other two seven-level warriors, but the last big demon-like momentum is the most powerful of the four.
The four of them stood quietly on the field without saying a word, but the powerful and suffocating momentum forced everyone to approach the four of them. No matter who could see, these four people must be shortlisted, and no one could shake the majesty of the four of them.
The battle of masters and the front-line battle, the position of the four of them is obviously as stable as a rock, but they still have to win the ranking. The battle is inevitable, and it is extremely difficult. They are not in a hurry to fight. They are waiting for a breakthrough!
Suddenly, Jiulong moved. He did not have a strong momentum when he took action. There was only a strange speed, one knife and one sword, flying up and down, opening and horizontally, like foraging in a gorgeous butterfly flower. He did not overturn a person, but no one attacked him, like a snake-like figure of more than 50 The battle is free to shuttle through.
Strange speed, clever moves, everything is so lightly. Jiulong doesn't want to attack anyone, because he is saving, and he needs to challenge a strong opponent. At this moment, it is not easy for him to expose the most powerful momentum. After all, the six-level warrior is a six-level warrior.
At this time, it can only attract the attention of four seven-level warriors, and even the four seven-level warriors are likely to unite to kick themselves off the stage, which is the best strategy!
The sword hit, the blood soared, and the tragic fighting was earth-shaking. With a bang, a warrior was cut to the back by another warrior. With a roar, the injured soldier fell to the ground with a plop. His weak look, he swore his defeat. He raised his two fingers with difficulty to signal himself. Admit defeat!
When all the warriors saw that the warrior lay on the ground and sent a signal of surrender, they no longer attacked, and the warrior lay quietly in a pool of blood, waiting for the end of the battle, because only after the battle was over that they could be cured!
Boom——
Another samurai was caught off guard and was kicked away by a warrior. Immediately after him, a sharp spear stabbed him with lightning, pounced, and blood shot. The warrior violently pulled out the spear, and a bloody hole formed, and a large amount of blood poured out crazily and fell to the ground. The warrior wanted to raise his finger and admit defeat, but he no longer had the strength. From then on, he closed his eyes forever!
The tragic fight never stopped. One fell, two fell, five fell, ten fell, and most of the 60 people fell. Finally, there were less than 30 people left in the blood-scorching 60 people.
Until this time, the four seven-level warriors were still motionless. They were waiting for the end of the battle and shouted to kill on the stage, but they cheered under the podium. Without strength, they were not qualified to be their commander. The commander is a vital existence in an army. Of course, they hope for their unification Ling is an invincible god of war. Only in this way can they live better on the battlefield!
Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the bloody platform. The fierce spirit on his face was finally exposed. At this time, there were only 23 warriors standing on the field. "It's time. Let's start the real battle!"
Boom!
The powerful momentum suddenly burst out, and the gold was everywhere, and the spirit snakes swam all over the body. The strong momentum was vast, covering the whole battlefield, with a knife and a sword, trembling, making a crisp hiss, as if calling for the master's awakening and a cheerful long sound.