The red-haired man triumphed in the ring, and on the Slytherin side, a tall lanky old man stood up silently. He took a potion bottle from his bosom and took a sip.

Then, he moved his neck and walked down the platform.

As he rubbed shoulders with Sylby, Sylby heard the man's muffled sneer: "Rubbish." ”

Sylby didn't argue, he came to Terra, who was about to faint, and crouched down with a grin, "Okay, it's a big deal." ”

Dodoro looked at Sylby angrily and gritted his teeth, "You're kidding us!"

Dodoro said angrily, as Sylbi's subordinate, he secretly accompanied him to the Rat Road Colosseum at night, and Dodoro knew the strength of this young man better than anyone else, and it was precisely because of this that he was angrier than anyone else.

"Look at it. ”

Sylby patted him on the shoulder indifferently and returned to Slytherin's side, standing behind him as if nothing had happened.

"That's how you won thirty games?"

Slytherin asked him happily.

"It's not good today. Sylby sighed slightly: "I played too hard at night, and I didn't take a break." ”

"Good, good, good!"

Slytherin hissed, "It's really amazing, I've learned to be passive and slacking off." ”

"Nope,"

Sierbinunu said: "His territory is not as good as the rat road iron cage, the rat road iron cage is protected on all sides, no matter how much you fall, you can't fall out, but this place is a bit too small, I can't get used to it for a while." ”

"Humph!"

Slytherin looked at him and snorted.

He didn't even bother to expose his perfunctory again, he had already made up his mind in his heart, waiting for this matter, he must not keep this "servant" anymore, this guy is too thoughtful, too assertive, and even more difficult to control, he is secretive about his true thoughts, and almost never takes the initiative to express it.

Slytherin hated being made a fool, and he didn't want anyone in the world to be better than himself, whether he was a Gryffindor, or Sylby, or anyone else, and he wanted people to remember only one person when they spoke of this era - Salazar Slytherin, the greatest wizard of all.

In the gladiatorial arena, the tall and thin old man gave his red invitation to the bald herald with a blank face.

Then he stood across from the red-haired man in his eyes, and slowly untied his robe, revealing his bony body behind him. Just how thin he was, Sylby could almost see his completely bulging spine and a red scar from his back.

But Sylby did not dare to underestimate the thin old man, on the contrary, his eyes were solemn, for he could feel a surging but strange force of nature in the old man's body.

I saw him take off a necklace from his chest, open it, take out a seed-like thing from it, and look up and take it.

Suddenly, his aging body straightened up step by step, and at the same time, it became vegetative step by step, and his muscle fibers became thicker and longer, and finally formed plants, and even burst out one by one. His features became rough, and the soles of his feet continued to extend downward, eventually snapping into the ground.

"That's the renegade wizard of the Druids. ”

Someone exclaimed: "He even received an invitation letter, it is rumored that he was burned to death by the church people in a fire more than ten years ago, but I didn't expect him to be alive." ”

The red-haired man didn't dare to hold it up any longer, he took out the beating black heart again, smeared the black blood it secreted on himself, and with the swirling black gas, he turned into a hideous tiger, roaring and pounced on the tree man in the center of the ring.

Click!

The tiger pounced on the trunk of the tree, bending it with hundreds of kilograms, and then it opened its huge mouth and bit down on the trunk, its sharp claws slashing and clawing the sawdust sideways.

The trunk bent more and more severely, and bent more and more severely, and finally made an ominous squeak, and it was about to break.

But at this moment, the trunk of the tree that had been bent to the extreme bounced forward violently.

It's like a taut spring coming back to its original shape.

Not only that, but in the process of rebounding, countless slender or thick branches pierced out like sharp swords. The swish stabbed the tiger's body and came out of the body.

The red-haired man let out a miserable whimper, then fell silent, a forked branch piercing its throat and tearing his vocal cords.

It took almost two seconds, and in the blink of an eye, the invincible tiger was pierced into a sieve by countless branches.

It hung miserably in the air, blood running down its branches like a stream to the ground.

This is the first time this game has seen blood.

The trunk bends slowly, but resolutely.

The red-haired man's body was placed on the ground, and the dense branches dragged behind him and pulled out of the man's body. The vines spread silently, and Olead took root deep in the soil and looked around.

The bald herald immediately raised his hand and said with a smile: "Ollaiard wins, Jones is out." ”

Then, three red invitations fell into the hands of the treant Olead.

"Is there anyone else who wants to take on the challenge?"

The tree man made a dull and thick accent, like a wood slamming: "If not, please hand over the red invitation, and don't stand in the way of the old man." ”

"What a joke!"

On the Gryffindor side, a wizard from the North in a thick fur coat stood up suddenly: "Learn from each other, and the loser will retreat, why do you want to kill the killer, do you think we are not few in number?"

The tree man Ole Adron turned around, looked at the face of the Northern Wizard who spoke, and sneered: "If you are dissatisfied, you can solve it by force, and then solve the problem yourself, I don't have time to play tricks with you!"

Zla!

The scar man pulled out a short scimitar from his waist, "Compare to whom, who is afraid of whom?"

He jumped into the arena and threw a glass ball under his body, which shattered, and the icy aura covered the arena like a tide.

The branches of Olead's body were frozen in an instant, but he was not to be outdone, shaking the frost on his body, and at the same time shaking off countless seeds, which took root and turned the entire gladiatorial arena into a thorn forest.

"You can't sit, you can't stand, you can't lie down here!"

"No one wants to kill me in the bushes. ”

"Fart you!"

In the cold mist, the man shouted,

He took out a glass ball from his pocket again, and the glass ball shattered, and an oversized snowball fell from the sky and smashed into Olead's tree body, drowning him in white.

For a while, there was no movement under the snow.

The crowd in the Gryffindor camp stood up, clapping and applauding.

Sylby stared at the arena with burning eyes, the wizard who came on the field this time should be a person with high attainments in spells, but he is not strong enough to control spells freely, so he can only put spells in glass balls.

However, if it was only to this extent, he should not be able to defeat Olead, and the reason Sylby thought it was simple, he could see the traces of magic in that man's spells, and even deduce its composition, and if he was given time, he thought he could improve those spells.

But Oleard's power is more like some kind of talent, something naturally formed, which is difficult for him to analyze, difficult to imitate, and at the same time more changeable.

Sure enough, just as the wizards on Gryffindor's side applauded.

The Northern wizard with a scimitar in hand suddenly fell to his knees, clutched his throat, and fell to the ground, rolling his eyes and convulsing.

This shocking change took everyone by surprise.

Sylby frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he knew the reason, those thorns that grew on the ground were all poisonous, and in the first wave of the attack of the wizards in the north, they were accidentally scratched by poisonous leaves, and at this moment, they were poisoned and lost their combat effectiveness.

Outside the gladiatorial arena, the bald herald raised his hand with a smile, "Olead wins, Cromo is out." ”

There was a gleam of joy on Slytherin's face.

The uncontrollable snow faded away, revealing Oleade's body, which had been crushed in half by the snowball, and he appeared to have suffered some trauma. But the obscenity of killing two people in a row is still there, so that everyone does not dare to step forward.

After this victory, the old man named Olead was able to save up four red invitations, and what was even more terrifying was that after two rounds of fierce battles, his bent body gradually returned to normal.

Not only did he return to normal, but he was deeply rooted in the ground, the trunk was getting thicker and thicker, the branches were getting denser, and dense red leaves were growing on the branches.

Sylby soon found out the reason, the wizard who had been killed by Olead before was quietly dragged into the ground by his branches, their blood, their nutrients, were all absorbed by this strange treeman, no wonder he dared to play so early, the reason is that he can fight more and more bravely, and the more people die, the stronger he becomes.

Other wizards also made Olaiade's weirdness.

Even the Slytherin looked at him with fear. In the wizarding world of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is difficult to guarantee that a dark horse will not be killed halfway and sweep everyone.

If this fails and is killed, not only will he lose the king's throne, but he will even become his nourishment, who would dare to do this?

Just when everyone was afraid to step forward, Gryffindor, who was sitting on the high platform opposite, stood up. He smiled, held the silver fairy sword, and slowly walked down the high platform.

Everyone had heard of Godric Gryffindor, his bravery, his recklessness, and his toughness. When he finally chose to come on the stage, the chatter in the stands on both sides stopped.

Even Queen Pandora, who had no expression fluctuations, straightened her back at the moment and looked at the blonde man in the red cloak without blinking.

The red cloak rustled behind him, and he came to Olead, who had grown into a towering tree, and looked up at him.

"Will you throw in the towel yourself, or will I do it myself?"

"What a joke, Godric. The old man of the tree man smiled and said: "Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you, the fairy sword is indeed unique in fighting against black magic, but what I use is not black magic." ”

"Well, indeed, Transfiguration plus Herbalism?" Gryffindor nodded appreciatively: "With your uniqueness, how about it, are you interested in coming to work under me, your ability should not be buried in the hands of Slytherin." ”

As soon as he said this, the Slytherin's face on the high platform turned green, and Sylby thought to himself, Gryffindor, this guy really digs into the corners of Slytherin all the time.

"I'm not following him, I just don't like your flamboyant and troublesome personality. ”

The old man squeaked and bowed down: "We wizards have survived so far, but we are all low-key to survive, and we are wise to protect ourselves!"

With that, he spiraled. Each branch or vine turned into a deadly scimitar, slicing horizontally into Gryffindor's body.

Gryffindor quickly and decisively stomped on the ground, and the ground trembled like an eighth-magnitude earthquake, and the people in the stands on both sides were shaken, and the entire gladiatorial arena was completely shattered, revealing the tangled roots that lurked beneath me.

As the rubble flew awkward, he quickly drew the elf's sword and slashed at the corpses wrapped in the roots, quickly turning into a phantom.

Sylby secretly admired that he was worthy of Gryffindor, and he sensed the key at a glance, as long as the roots of the tree were destroyed, Olead would be unable to sustain without nutrients.

Naturally, Olead didn't sit still, his roots dragged the corpses of the two men, and quickly dived down, while lifting the branches on the other hand, sticking into the ground to form one obstacle after another, blocking Gryffindor's path.

Gryffindor wielded the elven sword with all his might, and he cut off every branch that stood in his way. The severed branches were covered with red blood.

"With this ability, you should join forces with us and stop killing each other!" In the heat of battle, Gryffindor still managed to pull the other party together.

This made Olead angry, and he rumbled and roared, "Don't underestimate people, wait until you win!"

With his roar, the branches that had been severed by Gryffindor came to life, and they grew branches and legs, and ran towards Gryffindor with a giggling voice, bursting violently, exploding in the air with clouds of purple poisonous smoke.

In the stands, Sylby immediately covered his nose and shook his head, and his whole head was quickly covered in a cloud of water, he didn't want to be affected in the battle.

Inside the Colosseum, Gryffindor's vision blurred and slowed down quickly.

Then, countless vines caught up with him, wrapping around his hand holding the fairy sword. After restraining his arm, Oleadron straightened up, and a branch turned into a large, sharp wooden knife, and slashed hard, intending to cut off Gryffindor's sword-holding arm entirely.

In the midst of the lightning, Gryffindor smiled. He threw away the elf's sword, his hands covered in flames, and the flames on his arms turned from red to scorching blue in an instant, burning from the vines to Olead's trunk.

Sylby stared at the flames with his eyes, and his brain almost instinctively began to analyze the changes and composition of the spell.

Covered in flames, Olead began to scream.

Gryffindor stepped behind him with a nimble step, and pulled the guy sideways by the waist, his hands on his trunk, his waist and abdomen.

Then, under Sylby's shocked gaze, he forcibly pulled out Olead, who was deeply rooted in the ground.

What a power this is!!

Shocked to shocked, after shock, Sylby immediately analyzed the cause of Gryffindor's huge power, which is by no means a power that humans can have, and after a careful perception, he found that under Gryffindor's skin, there was a looming magic rune, and sure enough, it was also some kind of power blessing magic, and it was quite ancient and powerful magic.

Unbeatable.

He immediately gave himself such an order in his mind.

In the gladiatorial arena, the battle was at a fever pitch.

The uprooted Olead struggled desperately, each tentacle turned into a needle prick, and the downward spiral stabbed into Gryffindor's body, and the lion-like man did not dodge, and stabbed his fingers like Oleade's chest, through the chest.

Sawdust flew and he held a red seed between his fingertips.

After the seed was taken away, the towering tree Olead immediately withered, and his body shrank rapidly. In less than thirty seconds, he was shriveled and emaciated again, lying on the ground coughing and shaking.

Gryffindor let go of him, turned around and pulled out the fairy sword stuck in the ground, put it on Oleade's neck, and said lightly: "You can disagree with my way of doing things, but you can't disagree with my sword, now, surrender, or die." ”

"I ..... Surrender ......"

The wizened old man fell to the ground and trembled.