"Boom!" Solo muttered softly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The next moment, dozens of wailing banshees on the arena exploded instantly, and the two rank eight warriors were defenseless.

The blood dance was pervasive, and it was difficult for the spectators to see the situation on the arena, they were waiting for the blood mist to dissipate. Only Lin Tian, a god-level powerhouse, clearly saw everything on the arena, and was surprised in his heart, Lin Tian didn't expect Solo to be able to do this.

The blood mist dissipated, and the figures of Solo and the two eighth-level warriors reappeared, all of them very embarrassed.

The two eighth-level warriors supported each other and walked towards Solo with difficulty, and the weapons in their hands had already fallen weakly on the arena.

Anyone could tell that these two eighth-level warriors were already at the end of their crossbows, they were very weak, and they were able to continue walking towards Solo because of the firm will of these two eighth-level warriors.

The two rank 8 warriors were slow with each step, they were supporting each other, and they couldn't move forward on their own strength.

Everyone's eyes fell on Solo, Solo's face was pale, and there were obvious blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

However, Solo's body stood in place, his gaze very determined.

Murmuring softly, chanting magic spells again, he squeezed the remaining magic in his body with all his might, wanting to unleash another spell.

A magic array appeared, looking very illusory, and even the magic array flickered a little, and it seemed that it could collapse at any time.

Looking at Solo, who insisted on chanting magic, the crowd watching the battle was silent, and Solo's will was not bad. Otherwise, ordinary magicians would have already chosen to give up, and every bit of magic would make Solo feel obvious pain.

When the two eighth-level warriors saw the illusory magic array, they wanted to speed up themselves, but they could only cough in pain. The weakness of their bodies made the two rank 8 warriors realize that they couldn't interrupt Zoro's spell casting at all.

Glancing at each other, the two rank eight warriors stood in place, making a battle posture, they waited for the undead creature to descend.

An undead knight appeared in front of Solo, the skeleton horse under him flew on all fours, and the bone spear in the hand of the undead knight pointed straight at him, and quickly rushed towards the two eighth-level warriors.

Staring at this undead knight, this is the undead knight summoned by Solo after exhausting the only bit of magic power in his body, he hopes that the undead knight can directly defeat the two level 8 warriors.

The undead knight rushed in, the bone spear in his hand accumulating the strength of his whole body, and stabbed fiercely at the two weak eighth-level warriors.

"Ahh Blood flowed out of the wounds of the eighth-level warriors, and the bubbling blood made many people below unbearable.

And this eighth-level warrior endured the pain, and the bone spear that pierced his body did not slow down his movements, and his fist slammed into the skeleton horse's head, directly shattering the horse's head.

The skull is shattered, the skeleton horse falls apart, and the undead rider falls from the skeleton horse.

On the side, another eighth-level warrior who had already prepared threw a punch with all his might, shattering the head of the undead knight and extinguishing the dark blue soul fire.

"Whew" "Whew"

The two rank 8 warriors gasped, their whole body trembling as the attack just now exhausted their remaining strength.

Solo's heart sank, and he had to move his steps, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth again.

Lin Tian in the air looked at the blood stains flowing from the corners of Solo Luo's mouth, and instantly understood that Solo had been injured in the self-explosion of dozens of wailing banshees, and the internal organs in his body had been damaged.

Strangely, on the surface of Solo's body, there was not the slightest injury.

"Is it necessary to insist like this?" Lin Ya looked at Solo on the arena and couldn't help muttering softly.

The Dragon Blood Emperor looked at his precious daughter and said in a condensed voice: "It is naturally necessary, only with such a firm will can you become a strong man." If Solo does not fall in the future, then Solo will definitely become a Sanctuary, and he may also become a god-level powerhouse. ”

The soldiers watching the battle also looked at Solo in admiration, and although Solo defeated their opponents, Solo defeated them completely on his own.

The warriors admired the strong, and until now, Solo has been regarded as a strong man by them.

As for the fact that Solo is still a sixth-level necromancer, it is ignored by these guards, and strength is the standard by which everything is measured.

Lin Ya looked at Solo on the arena again, looking at the blood that kept flowing from the corner of Solo Luo's mouth, a thought flashed through her mind, "Could it be that you did something wrong?"

On the arena, Solo approached two rank 8 fighters, one of whom was bleeding constantly.

Without words, Zoro's two clenched fists blasted out, blasting directly towards the two eighth-level warriors,

The two rank 8 warriors had been carefully observing Zoro's movements, and they hurriedly swung their fists as well, but their weak bodies made their fists weak and weak.

The fist wanted to catch it, and the bodies of the three Solo couldn't help but shake, and the next moment, the three of Solo fell towards the arena.

"I didn't expect that even a weak rank 8 warrior would have such a strong strength!" Solo had only one thought in his mind.

The three of them fell heavily on the arena, and their body injuries worsened again, and for a while, the three of them couldn't stand up directly.

"Tie?" Lin Ya asked softly.

The Dragon Blood Emperor looked uncertainly at the three people who fell on the arena and said, "According to the rules of our Dragon Blood Empire, if no one stands up within thirty seconds, then it will be a draw!"

Beside him, a special guard took out a timekeeping tool, and the time moved forward second by second.

Above the arena, Lin Tian looked at Solo, and he could see that Solo was struggling. Every time he struggled, he would trigger the injured organs in Solo's body, which made Solo very painful.

The two eighth-level warriors lay in place, without any struggle or the slightest attempt. As Rank 8 warriors, these two Rank 8 warriors knew their condition well, and they knew that they would not be able to stand up again.

Now, the two eight-meter fighters can only hope that Solo will not be able to get up, and a draw may be the best outcome.

Ten seconds passed, twenty seconds passed, and no one stood up on the arena.

Twenty-five seconds, Solo struggled to sit up, blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

Twenty-seven seconds, Solo didn't stand up, he was building up strength.

All eyes were on Solo, wanting to know if Solo would be able to stand up, and just sitting up did not determine Solo's victory.

Twenty-nine seconds, Solo jumped up with all his strength and stood in place. The strenuous exercise made Solo spit out a mouthful of blood, but Solo was laughing at this time, a bright smile!

"Solo, win!" Lin Tian decided.

Solo didn't have time to celebrate, his mind relaxed, and his body fell straight down, unconscious.