Chapter 41 on the stage (13)

After all, Paris is the end of a strong crossbow, and the motivation to support him to continue fighting is his strong and competitive heart. His home advantage does not allow him to be defeated by two moves by Quintus Kebu and Sadarn Bobby Bauer.

In order to save his face, he fought hard with the determination to die, and at the same time, he struggled to save a little face.

After a series of confrontations, Paris's inner abdomen has been seriously shaken. When the last strong collision, he finally could not support this high-frequency battle, and blood poured down.

kuang lang——

The big sword with both hands fell to the ground, and Paris stood straight like a puppet, with blood flowing out, but he seemed to be unknown.

At this moment, Paris's dull eyes did not look at Sadane Bobby Ball, who was defeated by him, but Kowloon, who fought fiercely with Mites Coreyce. His lips buzzed gently and seemed to be muttering something.

Touch!

Without warning, Paris fell straight down, and blood flowed out of his mouth, mixed with pieces of flesh and blood, which was the result of Paris's abdominal shock.

"Rockus, you injured my inner abdomen and made me lose face. I am in the same situation as you. Either you die or I die!" Until the last moment of Paris's coma, he did not forget his hatred for Kowloon, but Kowloon, who was fighting, was unknown to all this.

kuang lang——

Seeing Paris fall, Sadaan Bobby Ball finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath of the air of victory, clicked, and the sword fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he turned his eyes to his good friend Quintus Kebu. At this time, Quintus Kebu's injury was extremely serious, and his hands were exhausted, and his flesh and blood were blurred and miserable, which made people chilling.

"My dear friend, Quintus Kebu..." Sadane Bobby Ball stepped out and came to Quintus Kebu's side in a flash. Looking at his miserable face, he suddenly shot at Paris, who fell unconsciously.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Quintus Booker forced a smile, he smiled, and his hoarse voice sounded, "My face is full of Hu, I'm still alive..."

"You still have the heart to call me 'full of Hu'!" Sadane Bobby Ball was angry when he saw his brother suffering, but this is the general stage. On other occasions, he really had the intention to stand up and smashed Paris, who fell to the ground, into mud with a sword!

"Despicable!" Gary looked at what Paris had done, his eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Paris who fell to the ground contemptuously, suddenly snorted coldly, and once again turned his eyes to the war between Jiulong and Mythes Coreyce.

"Come on, go up quickly and save Paris!" The effort finally stopped beating violently. Paris also won face for himself at the last moment. However, he did not know that there was a late-night war between Kowloon and Paris, and Paris was seriously injured, otherwise he might be grateful at this time!

"The despicable and shameless villain, the dignity of the master has gone!" When Gallier heard the laborious roar, he felt funny and angry, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was more contemptuous and ignored the laborious reaction.

"You..." Hearing this, he suddenly broke out and stood up. There was endless hatred in his eyes, staring angrily, and he looked like a war, making all the officers gather their eyes on the two of them.

"Laren Feili, you sit down. It's a mistake to sneak attack, but you have lost the demeanor of a general when you attack at this time!" Leren Eneox suddenly shouted coldly, listened with a bang, sat down without saying a word, and slowly closed his eyes, as if to endure the great humiliation caused by Gary.

Leren Enieox stretched out his hand and said slowly, "Drag Ronco Paris and Quintus Kebu and treat them well. Be sure to recover by tomorrow. The striker general of the Tes tribe in Chicago must not make any mistakes!"

"Yes!" The four warriors immediately responded, and then immediately ran forward, taking off the unconscious Paris and the broken-handed Quintus Kebu!

Leren Eneaux's eyes flashed, quietly staring at the furious and contemptuous Gary, and said quietly, "Leran Galile, listen well, the two armies fight, become kings and losers. If you want to go with me, you must learn how to survive in the army."

"Yes!" Galil quickly answered, and he dared not disove from the order of the commander Enneox!

"There are frauds in politics, but there are soldiers in the army who are not tired of fraud. Since ancient times, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The winner controls history and arranges history. As a generation of heroes, it is not important how to win. The important thing is whether you can win or not!"

"Although Ronco Paris has exhausted his means, it is also the way to survive in the army, do you know!" Grand Leader Leren Eneos slowly expounded his views on the war.

I can't help but listen to it. The leader Leren Enneox is like a benevolent person who teaches these fledgeling chicks. They are naturally respectful. Although they are all the same generation, in terms of age, the leader Leren Eneox is 70 or 80 years older than them!

"Thank you for your teaching!" Galil immediately thanked him in a low voice. From afar, he saw a bright magician in a white robe muttering on his lips. The staff pointed forward, and a bright holy light shone down. Paris and Quintus Kebu lay quietly on the ground and bathed in the light of light therapy.

Only Sadarne Bobby Ball, Kowloon and Mites Corries were left on the field. Sadane Bobby Bale held his sword and quietly watched the battle between Kowloon and Mites Korreys.

At this moment, the battle between Kowloon and Myes Coreyce has become white-hot. Mythes Coreyce has seriously underestimated Kowloon's ability. Although Kowloon is a six-level warrior, his combat strength is not below the seventh-level warrior at all.

The strange way of fighting, endless combat skills, coupled with the unpredictable golden true spirit, Kowloon is like the god of war coming out of the fog, which makes people unpredictable and change in an instant.

With a loud bang, Jiulong's sword and sword suddenly pressed down, and hit the huge sword of Myes Coreyce, making a violent roar.

Brush! The two were deadlocked, and Jiulong flashed ghosts and retreated in an instant. After all, because he was a six-level warrior and fought hard with the seven-level warrior. Obviously, he was his own shortness and the strengths of attacking the other!

In the blink of an eye, the two separated, ten meters apart, with their eyes facing each other, and between the electric flint flowers, the golden light is surging and the black light is ringing.

"Wond boy, I underestimated you!" Mites Coreis sighed for a long time, and until this time, he had to admit that Kowloon was indeed extraordinary.

The two did not fight a tough battle, but Jiulong relied on six-level warriors to persevere and could not hold on to the battle-hard-hard Mites Coreyce, which was really beyond everyone's expectations.

Together with Leren Eneaux, they shouted incredible. Now only Kowloon Mites Coreyce is fighting. Naturally, all eyes are focused on the battlefield on the Kowloon side.

"Dear General Mythes Coreis, your combat effectiveness is also beyond my expectation!" Kowloon's voice was as calm as a rock, staring motionless at Mythes Coreyce.

"Ha! Ha!" Mithes Coryes laughed loudly, and his voice sounded like thunder, "Originally, it was an insult to me to say such words as a six-level warrior, but it turned out that your strength was not limited by the level!"

"Kid, you are so powerful at a young age. It's really unexpected for me. Although there is a big age difference between you and me, we can still become brothers on the battlefield!"

"I also think so, but this war is inevitable. You and I haven't decided yet!" Jiulong clicked, the sword and sounded, and suddenly took a step forward to attack Mites Coryes with thunder.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Myes Coreis laughed arrogantly and sounded in a majestic voice: "Although I have to admit that you are a rare young warrior, I didn't really use the skills to sweep the battlefield!"

"Now, let you see the real killing war!" Suddenly, Myes Coreis moved. His movements were not large. He had a huge sword behind him and remained motionless like a wall. He really had the power to be a man.

The surging black fighting spirit agitated, and the whole person was like the messenger of hell. The powerful breath unexpectedly began to be restrained, slowly condensed, and the armor was generally glued to the body of Mythes Coryes.