Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Will Stone

The audience in the Colosseum kept applauding, feeling that this time the trialists were particularly bad, and they couldn't pass the first level, which was too spicy.

Whew! The twelve gasped for breath, and the whirling breath was tantamount to detonating the mountains and rivers in one's own body, in addition to the pain of meridian expansion, there was also the feeling of torture caused by the unbearable overflowing breath. The thousands of breaths in the twelve bodies are like swords and knives, and they are cut at will. Am I suicidal? Twelve suspects that he has gone mad and lost his mind.

The meridians of his right hand were broken inch by inch, and Twelve was like a broken bone, and he almost fainted, but he survived. After the meridian joints were broken, fortunately, the flow of breath was still continuous, and Twelve seemed to have two bodies, one shattered and the other reshaped. That kind of ascension is also obvious, the sea of qi expands wildly, several blue breath dragons, circling in the body, twelve just opened the meridians of the right hand, there is already such a weather, I don't know what will happen if the whole body is broken.

Seeing the twelve who suddenly hung his head, the short man also put down the hand holding the hammer, didn't he give up completely after saying a few words, if so, he didn't need to make any more moves.

"Hey, if you can't do it, go back, please the next one!" shouted the dwarf warrior.

"Slow!" Twelve interrupted suddenly, only to see that his right hand was glowing blue, as if he was holding a gem of infinite radiance.

"I haven't even tried it yet, uncle!" Twelve grinned, his eyes clear. Then, his figure burst out and asked the enemy with a punch.

The short man smiled, raised his shield and raised his hammer, and faced Twelve in the same way.

"Collapse!" Several aura dragons converged on the twelve right fists, easily shattering the short man's wooden shield.

"It's a lot stronger in terms of strength, but in terms of method, as always, well, garbage. If that's all you're doing, I'm disappointed. When the shield broke, the dwarf man was not surprised, and gave up the wooden shield and took out the knife hidden in the wooden shield. A mace, a knife, stacked on top of each other.

"You don't need to use stratagem against you. "Twelve, he also has a general understanding of the dwarf warrior. It was undoubtedly an ordinary person, but the flame was so strange that it could give that dwarf warrior the power of a monk.

Twelve held the broken sword, seeking a sense of clarity, and when he poured enough breath into the broken sword, he had the confidence that everything could be slashed. One of the ways of the sword is to have unwavering faith, if there is no bear heart to destroy all things, naturally there is no sword to break the eternal peerless style.

"My sword is specially designed to deal with demons and monsters like you, no matter what you are, you can be reincarnated!" Twelve was confident, and at a heavy price, he swung a sword and hit the short man who was resisting with a mace and a knife.

"Hmph, you're just like those people, you're crazy, I'm dead, don't think about it!" The mace and knife snapped in an instant, and the dwarf warrior was not smiling, as the first to appear, his strength was really a little unbearable.

After he finished speaking, he ruthlessly threw out the broken handle of the hammer in his hand. He shouted, "Explode, Hammer!"

"Boom!" a loud sound shook the Colosseum. The field was full of dust, and the onlookers covered their noses.

"This ghost dwarf has poured all his divine power into the divine hammer again, and he will not advance in life or death, and he will stay at the threshold to trap people. "Someone has broken thoughts.

"It's such a miserable child, it's too difficult for him to encounter such a threshold. Someone sympathizes."

"Twelve, how are you?" Fu Wushuang shouted worriedly.

"I'm fine, but my hands and feet don't obey me. Twelve was in a miserable state, but fortunately it was only for a moment, and soon, he found that his whole body, including his right hand, had recovered.

"As soon as the trial is passed, Jun XII, attack the Will Stone, and then the path you are allowed to take will appear. The soldier general general fire man said.

According to the prestige, behind the altar was an abrupt stone, deflated and without brilliance, no different from the same stone.