The bows and arrows in the hands of the soldiers were already full, and no one dared to release the arrows without an order, and the atmosphere became tense.

Feng Chenyang gently lowered the flame knife, and the blood on the blade slowly gathered around the collapsed gap, falling silently.

The gladiator opposite him watched his movements closely, and once his opponent moved, his momentum would be as swift as a mountain and a rock. His strange offensive is like a lurking poisonous snake, once it misses, it will be bitten, and it will not be able to break free.

Wind and dust clenched the handle of the knife, and the blade slowly fell towards the ground, looking like it couldn't bear the weight of the long knife.

Just when everyone thought that he just wanted to put down the long knife and maintain his strength, the blade of the wind and dust changed. The cold sword light flashed, and the blade changed its angle, drawing a straight silver line in the air, and quickly slashed down towards the two people opposite.

With such a short distance, the first strike has already taken full advantage. The two of them were pale, and they couldn't dodge, so they instinctively raised their guns and pushed with all their might towards the dusty chest. This is a desperate style of fighting, and his hard armor should be able to withstand this heavy blow, while the opponent's leather battle armor can't stop his own cold spear head.

The sound of metal crashing sounded one after another, and it was the harsh sound of a blade cutting through the iron armor. The flash of the knife was fleeting, bringing up a mist of blood, and the wound was not deep but had a burning pain.

The force of the blade caused the man in front of him to stagger, nearly falling, and the spear derailed. The spear of the person behind was not blocked, and it seemed that it had touched the other party's heart, but he suddenly felt a light in his hand, and his strength was completely empty.

His eyes widened in horror, and cold sweat immediately covered his forehead. Before he could comprehend, the knife flashed in front of him, and he felt a chill in his throat, and hot blood spurted out of his throat.

There was only one man left, his broad ribcage already wounded, and his iron armor had been cut. The man's spear was off course, and the instinct for survival drove him to attack in the direction of the beard.

The bearded beard dodged the giant's whirling hammer, not feeling the spear whistling behind him. The head of the spear was blocked by the iron armor, and it looked for the point of force along the smooth arc, and the straps around the waist of the beard blocked the movement of the spear head. The man used the momentum of his body to push with all his might, and the tip of the spear pierced the sashband and sank into the waist of the beard.

The intense pain made the beard scream, and his body was also stabbed out, and he fell heavily on the cold ground and passed out.

The twin brothers quickly retreated, and it was too late to rescue them, and while they were distracted, the giant's hammer roared, and one brother was hit and flew up, and the three brothers crashed into each other and flew out, crashed into the hard stone wall, and tumbled and fell.

The brother who was hit spurted out a mouthful of blood, stumbling and unable to get up again.

The remaining gladiator clutched his wounded chest and hid behind the giant, he gasped violently, a bitter smile on his face, a taste of the aftermath.

Feng Chenyang glanced at his teammates, one of the three brothers was unknown to his life, and the others seemed to have a hard time standing up and fighting together.

The situation on the battlefield is gradually becoming clearer, and the scales of victory are tilting in favor of the giants.

Wang Biqing clenched her fists and put them in her heart, trembling slightly, she felt that her heart was about to jump out, she was inexplicably sad, the young man's good-looking smile always appeared in front of her, his words were still lingering in her ears, and not long ago, the man's knife was still on her neck.

Such a situation has exceeded the expectations of the city lord Wang Songzhi, and it is naturally good to win, even if his goal of losing has been achieved. His daughter had already made a wonderful appearance in front of those old men. He looked at his daughter, not knowing what she was nervous about.

"You've done a good job!" Wang Songzhi comforted his daughter in a low voice.

Xie Fei's eyes widened, his expression was solemn, he tried to pour the tea into the bowl, his trembling hands were unstable, and the tea splashed on the table several times.

Liu Jingchen was a little helpless, put his hand into his sleeve, leaned on the back of the chair, and quietly watched the fight in the gladiatorial arena.

Feng Chenyang held one hand on the end of the hilt, dragged the knife to the ground, and walked towards the giant. With the slash just now, a new chipping appeared on the blade of the flame knife, and the entire blade already had traces of cracking.

The jagged blade sliced across the flat marble, like a tile scraping the bottom of a pot, sharp but piercing.

Before he could stand still, the giant roared and attacked. The hammer whizzed over, and the air around it was lifted up, tumbling and soaring into the sky.

Feng Chenyang only leaned back slightly, and the giant's hammer was empty. The flame knife dragged on the ground but had the power of thunder, and at the moment when it passed by on its back, the blade drew a beautiful arc with the hand holding the handle of the knife as its heart, and was thrown.

The jagged blade pierced the air and sprinted down the giant's armpit, the howling of the wind chilling.

Before the gladiator hiding behind the giant could make any sound, the blade pierced his ribcage, the tip of the knife burrowing out of his back.

With a look of fear on the giant's face, he missed, only to kill his last companion the moment he struck.

He looked at the dusty wind with his empty hands, thinking about his next move. Both of them had their eyes on the spear that had fallen in the middle, and they were both speculating on each other's next move.

The eyes of the two were intertwined, as if there was an invisible murderous aura suppressing the surrounding air flow.

An indescribable coercion slowly spread out with the swift tumbling of the wind and dust, and the surrounding air currents collided fiercely, tumbling and soaring into the sky.

Feng Chenyang grabbed the handle of the gun and immediately reflexively swept across, "Ding!" sound, the hammer was pulled off the track, and fell heavily not far from Feng Chenyang's side, and the hard marble suddenly cracked.

Feng Chenyang seized the opportunity to raise his gun and draw an arc pointing to the sky. The giant slammed the hammer and avoided the attack, he filled his arm with strength, held the hammer in one hand, and swirled with his body to smash it towards the wind and dust.

Feng Chenyang didn't dare to make a hard connection, he clearly felt that kind of mountain-like pressure was coming from the arc, and every hammer had the power to open the mountain. That kind of force is enough to smash everything in heaven and earth.

This is the arrogant capital of the giant, and no one can withstand his full blow. All of a sudden, the attacking giants had the upper hand!

Feng Chenyang was shocked in his heart, the other party took a step back, and sooner or later he would be forced into a corner and smashed into a meatloaf. His mind raced for a response, and he watched the giant as he retreated.

The giant's body seemed to be splashed with blood, and all kinds of wounds were all over the body, and the strips of cloth that bandaged the wounds were already stained red with blood. The hammer he held was unusually heavy, not a weapon for a long fight, and the giant's staggering steps seemed to show that his strength was exhausted.

"It's over!" Feng Chenyang shouted, his body bowed slightly, his feet stepped on it, the man had already swept up, and the spear stabbed towards the giant's invincible arc, and the feeling came clearly, and he kicked on the giant's shoulder with the momentum, and landed lightly in an inversion.

"Bang!" the hammer flew out of its hand, smashed into the solid stone wall and fell. The giant staggered back, his hands dripping with blood, and his hammer-holding arm pierced by a spear.

After the wind and dust fell to the ground, there was no pause, and the gun quickly approached the giant.

When the giant's body stood still, the sharp spear pointed against his throat, and with a little force, it would penetrate the entire throat!