This is a sharp pain like shattering bones, and there is no one in the world who has not been injured by Roshan's full force. With this punch alone, Abaylou had already suffered more injuries than he had suffered in the fight with Fawkes, but this was an injury, and Abaylou was not weak.

So Abaylou can still fight.

Since he couldn't use his fighting energy, Abai Lou couldn't use his fighting energy in the air to stop suddenly, and one of the things he could do was to be honestly knocked away by Roshan.

There is another one, which is to take the initiative to contact the ground in this short period of tenths of a second, and through a little injury, in exchange for an offensive advantage.

Needless to say?

Abaylou grabbed the ground beneath him, raising sand on the paused course, wet earth tumbling, and the air filled with the smell of gunsmoke. With a series of rolling sounds in contact with the ground, Abay Lou finally managed to stop the movement of his body and stopped at the edge of the ring.

"Awesome. Abay Lou half-squatted and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth,

"Also...... It's not over!" Roshan rushed towards Abailou with heavy steps, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Roshan's body seems to be heavy, Abay Lou doesn't dare to underestimate Roshan, his strength is too strong, he has long been out of the so-called heaviness, when his strength is so strong, every attack is comparable to thunderbolt, swift as the wind.

The punch of the shattered mountain rock grazed Abaylou's scalp, and it grazed Abaylou's head with the fist wind, and the blood flowed down Abailou's head heavily, and was thrown out of the arena with Abaylou's movements.

Abaylou grabbed Roshan's arm and got behind it from under his armpit, he didn't intend to push Roshan out of the field, this guy doesn't look angry, but he will definitely not be reckless.

"Oh!" Roshan saw Abailou hiding behind him, and then stomped his feet, so that Abailou could not get close to his god for the first time, and at this time, the position of the two people returned to the center of the arena.

"Abay Lou, I respect you! You are physically strong, talented, intelligent, vindictive, and magical—you killed the lion scorpion with your body, I agree that you are strong, but even a dozen more lion scorpions can't kill me. You're better than the average person, but I'm not an average person. Roshan roared, and his fist fell like a whirlwind around Abaylou again.

"Is this how you fight? Get out of the way, huh?" Roshan scoffed, his eyes scarlet and even able to see a red line in the darkening night, "Fight me like someone who deserves my respect!"

Roshan's fist stopped, and it was actually caught.

Abaylou's palm rested on Roshan's fist, making it impossible for his fist to move a single bit.

"Look at his hands!" Modoria shouted in surprise.

"It's dangerous, I always think it's going to be ...... This battle is beyond everyone's imagination, can it be stopped. ”

"This is our Shegra tradition, and we must not break it. ”

"But look at the finger of that warrior of the Hosara tribe......"

The hand with which Abay Lou stopped his body was his physical hand, and when his hand grasped the ground, it had already ground out his finger bones, and there was no flesh and blood.

It was white and eerie and terrible, and even shimmered in the moonlight with an indescribably strange crystal luster.

"What should I do?" Abaylou asked softly, "If you don't approve of this kind of fighting, I'll fight the way you approve of it." Roshan, you are really an out-and-out despicable person. ”

"And I'm the same, I'm the one who is the best at fighting in areas that I'm not good at. ”

Abaylou let go of the hand blocking Roshan and struck Roshan in the cheek with another punch in a thunderous force.

The sound of punches and face hits was completely different from Roshan's fist, and the audience was amazed, and Roshan's head shook a few times, and he was stunned by this punch.

Where the fist came into contact with Roshan's head, a shockwave with evil aura and fighting intent could be seen with the naked eye.

"Is this a punch that can be punched without fighting spirit?" said Hosala, opening her mouth.

"Two monsters in human skin. Ge Ranbo exclaimed and said, "So strong, father, this gentleman is powerful that I have never heard of, and the moon sickle has made me see ...... The frog at the bottom of my well is lonely and unheard. ”

"Do you want to be stronger, son?" said Hosala, her eyes wide, in surprise.

"I think, father. At first, I was pessimistic that short-lived people like me shouldn't waste time getting stronger, and I wanted to cherish what I could see and feel while I was alive. Now it's different, if I can be as strong as the Moon Scythe, even if it's half as strong as him, can I break free from the curse on my own? Ge Ranbo shook his slightly immature hand, "No reason is not the reason for my weakness, my heart is very weak." I want to try. Ge Ranbo was deeply inspired by Abaylou's every move, and unconsciously regarded Abaylou as an idol, fighting with the earth-shaking monster in melee combat with his ordinary body, how could he not be enthusiastic about it if he was a man.

He, Ge Ranbo, should be a man who holds up the beams.

"Son, a boy who gets out of his comfort and tries to do what he wants...... You've become a man who comforts me. Hossala was deeply moved.

"It seems that you don't know what you've provoked. An abrupt word sounded behind the father and son, interrupting the warm moment of Hosara's father and son.

The mummy-bound Desvandamu was carried by the people to the father and son, and the two mortal rivals were gathered.

"Do you know?" said Hosala, frowning.

"At first I didn't know, but didn't you hear the name of your warrior?" Devandamu laughed at Hosala's ignorance, "Abayr...... Such strange names, you think there are several in the whole continent. ”

Hosara silently read Abaylou's name, and a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind.

"Is it ......?"

"Ge Ranbo, what do you think is a man who killed thousands of people in a war?" Di Fan Da asked in a tone that Ge Ranbo had never heard of.

The child of Mary Degarda, Devanda, who loved the house and the U, considered him more gifted than all his unworthy offspring.

"A warrior, isn't he?" said Goranpo, after a moment's thought, "If only I had such abilities." ”

"Huh...... Hahaha......" Devandamu laughed and said, "Then what do you think is the person who killed more than 300,000 people?"

Ge Ranbo, who has been dealing with the dead all year round, thought about it seriously, he is very sensitive to things like corpses, and it is easy to associate how many corpses there are in 300,000, and then he couldn't help but shudder, "That's the big devil, right?"

"What do you mean?" said Hosala, snorting coldly.

"The person your father invited is none other than the demon king Abailou who heard the cries of the children on the mainland, he killed more than 300,000 with his own hands, and more than 3 million were killed directly or indirectly by his war. ”

Ge Ranbo's pupils shrank, he couldn't see what he was thinking, and there was an almost cold look under the dark circles under his eyes.

"I don't need to be told by anyone, a lot of people know about it. Devandamu said with a smile, not caring in the slightest that he was surrounded by rival tribes. "Is your clan really ready to bear the consequences if you get involved with him?"

"Shut up. Hoshara broke out in a cold sweat, he was frightened enough by the doom that his tribe might meet, but he did not have the idea of killing the donkey with the mill, and he still respected Abaylou.