Zou Liangle was happy, no one was on, so it was his turn to pat the person in front of him.

"What are you pulling if you don't listen, are you in such a hurry to go up and die!"

A Pige turned his head sharply, ready to say a few sarcastic words, but after seeing Zou Liang, he immediately covered his mouth, followed by a howl like a ghost crying wolf: "Shura! ”

Shura?

Shura?

Shura? ………………

A smug Scudder suddenly noticed that people were looking into a corner, but they ignored him, something!

The Pigs almost bounced off with his highest speed, knocking everyone on the side on their backs, but they didn't care about it, they all said that Shura was ruthless, killed people without blinking, and hid slowly, but they wanted to die.

It doesn't matter if you die once under the altar, and there is no loss, but not being able to witness the beast god performing martial arts is the biggest loss.

"Hehe, Murphy, you don't have to go up, it's interesting."

"I've been waiting for him for a long time!"

Murphy's eyes shone fiercely, and he had been wandering in such low-level areas just to wait for this person!

Shura?

No matter what the opponent is, Scud can tear it into casual with his claws, and Beamon is the strongest existence in the Amund Beast God Continent.

When Scud saw his opponent, he couldn't help but be disappointed, very disappointed, in fact, many people were very disappointed, after all, there were only a few people who had seen the Shura competition, and only some people could see the portraits of various professional guilds, and the vast majority of people saw Shura for the first time.

What do you think of this Shura...... It's too thin, and this body is not enough than a paw to shoot it.

Not only was Scudder disappointed, but almost the audience was in an uproar, this is Shura?

Those thin arms, without the protection of armor, wouldn't they be shattered with one punch?

Even the Silver Light Warrior would not dare to fight with Beamon, who had entered the beast-like state without wearing armor, and his combat skills and his own ability were not enough to resist everything.

Skader is a brave Beamon clan, and he longs to fight with the strong, but due to the level restrictions in the beast spirit world, low-level warriors cannot enter the high-level war zone, so he will earn some beast spirits here, and it is really boring to fight with the weak.

"Hehe, how about Murphy make a bet?" Buenavin of Clone City said with a smile, the two of them don't know each other, and they have also been desperately accumulating achievements in the beast spirit world during this time.

"You go first." The Golden Lion is quite confident.

"Hehe, I'll pick Scudder." Buenavin expected that the other party would let him choose first.

"I'll press Shura, and I'll win easily if I press him." Murphy said.

There is a circle of warriors around, obviously knowing the reputation of these two, the two of them have won consecutive victories during this period of time no less than Beamon warrior Scudder, especially the golden lion Murphy, who is even more famous, unlike Beamon, his all-round is more admirable.

"Bet on what?" Buenavin came interested.

"Clone City's Blue Wave wine is famous, three bottles in ten years!"

"Damn, you're so ruthless, don't kill people like this!" Buenavin laughed.

"Do you eat a big family, three bottles of blue waves are still worth it for you." Murphy said disapprerovingly.

"And what if you lose?" Buenavon asked.

"You're free." Murphy replied lightly, his gaze turning to the Battle Altar, which was a kind of confidence.

Buenavin did not continue to ask, such an answer shows that the other party has great confidence, and it is also a competition of eyesight.

The people around are also excited about the bets of these two masters, ten years of blue waves cost ten gold coins for a bottle, Buenavin still has a considerable chance of winning, regardless of strength, defense and other basic data, Shura is at a disadvantage, and his war song has little influence on Beamon.

I really can't think of any other way to defeat Scudder on an altar of limited size.

Scudder looked at the tiny guy in front of him, Shura? Beast God Martial Arts?

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, turned to look at the warriors who were gathering around, raised his arms, and let out a roar of looking up to the sky, he needed recognition!

It was a cheer that resounded through the beast spirit world, and the popularity of the Beamon warriors among the beast clan was incomparably high, especially the hand-to-hand warriors, who worshiped Beamon, worshiped the power, and they worshipped the strong.

In contrast, the ethereal Shura is probably just a joke.

After all, it's too weak.

The arrogance of the opponent, the earth-shattering cheers around him, Zou Liang felt calm, his mentality was really good, it was different from before, the shouts around him did not bring him psychological fluctuations, and it was not surprising that most people were optimistic about the Beamon warriors,...... In other words, he himself would also be optimistic about the Beamon warriors.

After cheering, Scudder turned around and faced Zou Liang, daring to put his back on his opponent, how arrogant this was.

"How do you want to die?" Scudder said that in the eyes of outsiders, it is a roar, and its effect is no less than that of the Rhine lion's roar.

In the face of such an all-round warrior, if you can have the courage to fight, you can already be considered a warrior.

Zou Liang showed a faint smile, stretched out his right hand and gently put it to his mouth, made a silent movement, and then swiped it on his neck.

Hunter's favorite declaration of war gesture!

Roar......

With a bang, Scudder moved, and the altar was shaking like an armored car, and his huge body suddenly enveloped Zou Liang, and his huge claws swept down suddenly.

Beamon's hands are six claws, and his nearly half-meter-long nails are sharper than the blade, and his movements are mainly simple and fast, which conceals the disadvantage of relatively slow movement, while the attack speed is extremely fast, which does not match the huge body.

In an instant, six cold paths smoothed down.

Scold......

Zou Liang's "thin" body wandered in the sword light, the Beamon tribe is indeed a rather buggy race, such a huge body can still make such a rapid attack action, and the pace follows closely, it is completely instinctive, does not require any training, natural warrior.

An earth-shattering roar sounded around the battle altar, the sound of killing shook the sky, Scud was even more excited under this kind of cheering, the momentum was like cháo, the opponent was just a clown, except for jumping around like a hunting shadow, there was no other way at all, and without a weapon, he could not cause any damage to him, but Scudder, as a Beamon, only killed, did not need any defense, all he had to do was to tear the opponent apart!

Seeing that he was forced into a corner, Scudder quickly staggered and blocked with a single blow of his claws, and countless opponents were defeated by this simple move.

The figure disappeared in an instant, and with a flick on Beamon's arms, he walked quickly, and came directly to the top of Scudder's head, and punched him down to the head.

Such agile movements are afraid that the hunters present will be admired, and it takes more stability to dare to make such a dangerous dodge under the attack of nirvana, but he has more than Beamon.

Scudder was not afraid of Sè, and even put his fist on Zou Liang and ......

Zou Liang felt numb in his right hand, this guy's defense was simply omnipresent, in the face of the opponent's roaring attack, he pulled his left hand, borrowed force on the top of the opponent's head, and came behind Beamon with a somersault, and kicked the back of the head at the same time.

The key point of this ordinary warrior is like mentioning the iron plate, and his feet are numb for a while, and he hurriedly distances himself.

The cries of the onlookers also stopped, and it seemed that this Shura was not without the strength to fight back, but he couldn't break the defense!

Scudder's paw patted his head and roared, "Is this a mosquito bite!" ”

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