A huge roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the shield lowered by the gods was also rippled by the impact.

The trolls were all stunned and retreated in panic.

When the bright light is extinguished, Dregmar stands proudly in the square beyond recognition, clutching a beating heart in his hand.

"Ho-ho-ho, even an ant dares to claim immortality?" Draegmar grinned and was about to pinch the heart.

"Stop !!" Pizarro, the white ghost, roared and threw the spear in his hand.

Dregmar immediately propped up the rune shield to block the flying spear, but was still pushed more than ten meters away by the powerful impact.

Sarkron and the others also rushed into the arena one after another, trying to stop Draegmar from killing the killer.

Murong Feng glanced up at the projection of the gods in the sky, and saw that he was indifferent, obviously deliberately conniving at Zakron and the others to break the rules of the duel, then she had nothing to be polite about.

Murong Feng shook his hand and spilled a puff of fine flying needles, and immediately swept down the trolls who rushed into the arena, rolling all over the ground in pain, only Sarlon and Hundred Ghost Pizarro dodged the flying needles with their speed.

"You !!" Seeing that his subordinates were in mourning, Zakron was immediately shocked and angry, and directly removed the curved bow behind his back, and aimed his arrow at Murong Feng.

Murong Feng looked at him indifferently, not putting the arrow in his hand in his hand at all.

"Stop it all!" It was only then that Gardara spoke: "Do you want to break the rules of the duel and anger the gods? ”

Sarlon gritted his teeth and put down the curved bow in his hand, and turned back to Galdara to plead guilty: "It's a subordinate who has lost his temper, and I ask the Prophet to punish him." ”

Gardara snorted angrily and was about to punish Sakron, but suddenly his eyes lost for a moment, and he immediately said with a solemn face: "The gods are very dissatisfied with your recklessness, and they will punish you after the duel." ”

Sakron's face turned pale when he heard the divine punishment, but he still kowtowed in thanksgiving, and when he got up again, his eyes were full of death.

Boom!!!

The gong did not strike until then, and Gardala immediately declared Dregmar the winner of the second duel.

Immediately followed by a divine light, it directly sucked away the still beating heart in Draegmar's hand.

Dregmar was naturally furious about this kind of off-the-shelf behavior, but he was not stupid enough to challenge Shenwei, so he could only withdraw from the field with a hateful face.

"Huh? You're not dead? Draegmar suddenly found that Bingya was doing a good job, and even had the leisure to hide in the corner to watch the play.

Bing Fang hurriedly shushed: "Shhh, be quiet, didn't I say it, my regeneration ability is a bit strong." ”

"It's not a strong one." Dregmar said with a black line on his face, "I just saw you and I had half a breath left." ”

Bingya scratched his head and sneered, "Maybe it's my life." However, when it comes to regeneration ability, the two who just fought with us are really strong, and as long as the heart is not destroyed, they can regenerate infinitely, and I heard that this is the extraordinary ability given to them by the gods. ”

Dregmar bared his teeth and snorted, "Even if the weak ant can come back from the dead, if I meet him again, I will definitely not give him a chance to resurrect again." ”

Bingya was afraid that this person would be angry with him, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "The third duel is about to start, do you think His Majesty can defeat Sarlon in a few moves?" ”

"How many moves?" Dregmar sneered: "If Your Majesty is serious, all you need is one look. "After all, he's experienced it firsthand......

Bingya nodded in agreement, after all, he had seen it with his own eyes......

Clang!!!

When the gong sounded, the onlookers were agitated, looking forward to the good show that was about to happen.

Saron drew his bow again, and said calmly, "Come on, Frostbearded Warrior, since you also carry a bow on your back, and you must be a powerful hunter, let me compete with you in what I do best." ”

Murong Feng was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that I was carrying a bow and arrows purely for pretending, don't take it seriously! Who said they were going to compete with you in archery? I'm afraid of my random archery!

Seeing that Murong Feng didn't move, Sakron thought that she looked down on him, and suddenly snorted angrily and showed her hand!

I saw him draw his bow and shoot an arrow into the sky, followed by eight arrows in a row as fast as lightning!

It is his famous stunt - Nine Stars Alignment!

"Good !!" There was an immediate applause from the sidelines!

Zaklon looked at Murong Feng with a provocative expression.

Murong Feng sneered, and said in his heart that if you fight with me, you will find abuse yourself.

I saw Murong Feng casually take down the bow and put it on the arrow, pull it, boom!

The whistling arrows flew directly above the trolls' heads, causing many of them to crouch on the ground.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Murong Feng laughed dryly, she slipped her real hand, but in the eyes of others, it was completely a naked provocation.

For a moment, countless trolls glared at her.

"Wow! Shot! Accurate! Suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the venue, causing everyone to turn their heads to look.

Zaklon immediately turned his head to look, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Because Murong Feng had just shot an arrow at the head of the fortress.

Hitting the flagpole is actually nothing, for a troll who is good at shooting, seven or eight out of ten people who come out of the scene can also shoot the flagpole a hundred meters away.

The point is that the arrow actually nailed a crow to the flagpole.

You must know that Murong Feng shot an arrow just now, but he didn't even shoot his head back!

Immediately, all the trolls were full of amazement at Murong Feng's archery skills.

And Murong Feng was embarrassed in his heart, but on the surface, he said lightly: "No matter how fast you shoot, you can't shoot accurately, it's just a futile arrow." ”

"Well said!" Immediately trolls applauded.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a god-blood warrior from the Frostbeard Clan, and he really understands the true meaning of archery!"

"Indeed, archery still depends on who shoots accurately, and it doesn't make sense to shoot faster than that."

A group of trolls echoed one after another, making Murong Feng even more embarrassed, feeling that this wave of coercion seemed to be overdone.

Naturally, Sakron was not convinced, snorted angrily, grabbed his bow and arrows, and shot out with an arrow, and with a snap, he actually shot Murong Feng's arrow tied to the flagpole, breaking it directly in half!

Even Murong Feng was shocked by this precise archery technique, and the trolls outside the arena immediately began to brag about Zakron like grass on the wall.

Zaklon stared at Murong Feng with a provocative expression again.

Murong Fengxin said that you forced me!

I saw Murong Feng breathe a sigh of relief, and then his hands suddenly moved!

"Wow!!!!!" There was an immediate uproar outside the venue!

Zaklon was even more dumbfounded!

I saw that Murong Feng's hands were so fast that there was only an afterimage left, and the sound of the bowstring was even more ...... It's full of rhythm like a flower!

Boom boom! Woohoo!

The endless arrows shot out in a phantom.

After more than a dozen breaths, Murong Feng suddenly stopped moving, because a pot of quivers was directly empty.

The scene was silent.

Sakron's so-called nine-star alignment was a joke in the face of such heavy machine-gun-like fire.

Murong Feng put away his bow and arrows and said lightly: "Archery is just the way I am not good at. ”

She was absolutely telling the truth, but it was a blatant contempt in the ears of others.

Sakron's whole face was swollen, and it was estimated that his lungs were about to burst. But if someone slaps you in the face with your strength, you have to suffer obediently if your skills are not as good as others!

Gardara couldn't stand it anymore and said, "The gladiatorial arena is not a place for archery! A true hunter should be a master of the hunt! ”

Sarlon was sure in his heart, and said with an arrow: "Come on, let's use our own blood to divide the superiority." ”

Murong Feng snorted lightly, didn't take a weapon, and confronted Zakron with his empty hands.

Sakron's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to shoot three arrows, sealing Murong Feng's dodge space.

But Murong Feng didn't think about dodging at all, so he suddenly shot like lightning and grabbed the three arrows and threw them back. The strength of her hand was much stronger than that of a bowstring, and the three arrows thrown back even brought out a terrible sonic boom.

But fortunately, Zaklon had enough experience in battle, and he was lucky to escape by rolling on the spot in advance, and saw three arrows piercing directly into the floor tiles of the fortress with a bang, and three deep pits were cracked!

This destructive power is even more terrifying than the ballistas on the city!

There was a sound of inhalation from outside the field.

Sarlon glanced back, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The projection of the gods hovering in the sky immediately spread its wings and lowered two more shields......

Murong Feng shook his wrist, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped again." ”

Now all the trolls felt that it was a little natural for this to come out of her mouth, because people did have the strength to speak.

"I'll admit you're the most powerful troll hunter I've ever met." Zakron stared at Murong Feng with a serious face, and said slowly: "Maybe it's really my honor to die at your hands, so please see my strongest blow!" ”

With that, Zaklon drew his longbow again, and immediately a faint green light lit up on his entire bow's arm, and then wisps of green light wrapped around the arrows like poisonous snakes.

Murong Feng still stood proudly in place with his empty hands and said lightly: "Come on, let me see your so-called strongest blow......"

Murong Feng suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the sky!

Sarlon's face was full of anger, and he thought that Murong Feng was deliberately ignoring him.

But in the next second, a terrifying scream came from above the nine heavens!

The trolls all looked up at the sky in amazement, and immediately saw countless black spots break through the clouds and swoop down.

Immediately, a troll exclaimed, "It's the Dragoons of the Viku people!! ”

"Enemy Attack !!" The trolls in the square were immediately in disarray.

The divine projection in mid-air immediately withdrew its shield, turned around and spun around to bloom a piece of spiritual light.

The light was dazzling in the eyes of the trolls, but it was like a flashbang in the eyes of the Dragoons of the Viku people, and they were suddenly blinded and scurried around the sky like headless flies.

"Go to the city and get ready for battle!" Sarkron didn't care about continuing the duel with Murong Feng, and immediately jumped up to the city with a few jumps to command the troll defense.

Dregmar walked up to Murong Feng and asked in a low voice, "What should we do, Your Majesty?" ”

Murong Feng said lightly: "Since we have collided, we can't just leave, otherwise my wave of coercion will not be in vain." ”

Draegmar: "......"

Bingya immediately sent a sycophant and said: "Your Majesty is really righteous!" ”

Murong Feng glared and said, "I'll settle accounts with you when this is over!" ”

Bingya immediately begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, the villain really didn't mean to betray you." ”

Murong Feng snorted coldly and said, "I wrote down this account first, and now it's time for you to behave." Go and help your people fend off the Viku attacks, and before you kill a hundred Wikus, I'll take off your head and see if you can grow one again. ”

Bingya shrank his head in fright, and only resignedly.

At this time, the sound of killing outside the fortress was already shaking the sky, accompanied by a whistling sound.

The projection of the gods hovering in mid-air had disappeared, and I don't know if it had slipped away or been beaten away by the dragoons of the Viku people.

Now dragons are flying over the entire fortress, and arrows are raining down all over the sky.

From time to time, flaming meteors smashed into the city, exploding sparks and rubble.

Murong Feng jumped onto the top of the city with ice teeth, then dropped him and jumped on the top of an arrow tower to take a look, and saw a large number of figures pressed by the darkness outside the fortress.

"Are these guys the Vikus?" Murong Feng looked surprised. With an average height of three meters, these Viku are extremely powerful, and are said to have half-giant blood, which seems to be true.

Although these Viku people themselves have strong combat power, their technological level does not seem to be weak, and they actually brought dozens of magic energy cannons with the army.

The fire meteors that smashed on the top of the city were shot by these magic cannons.

The trolls who rushed to fight were suppressed by these magical cannons and couldn't raise their heads at all, so they could only hide behind the castle and shoot.

Only a fierce man like Sarlon would dare to shoot at these magical cannons.

Not to mention, Sakron's strongest blow was indeed very powerful, and it actually fought with these magic cannons.

But the problem is that there is only one Sakron, while the Viku have dozens of magic cannons.

Often, as soon as Sarlon fired an arrow, he would be hit by several artillery pieces, and he would be blown up in all directions.

"What about our trebuchets? Not ready yet? Sarlon shouted as he cowered behind the city.

"Lord Bazhebe, our trebuchet has just arrived, and we haven't had time to assemble it yet." One of the trolls replied with a bitter face.

Saron said frantically, "What about the ballista that was originally mounted on the city?" Why don't you see a return shot? ”

The troll said helplessly: "Those ballistas are all antiques from hundreds of years ago, and they can't shoot that far." ”

Feeling like he was going crazy, Sarlon gritted his teeth and ordered, "Hurry up and take a few people to escort the Prophet first!" ”

"Lord Bajebe'???" The troll panicked.

"Don't be stunned, go!" Zakron shouted angrily: "This Viku attack is obviously prepared, this fortress is eighty percent unfortunate, but the Prophet must not lose!" ”

“…… Yes, Lord Bazhebe! The troll gritted his teeth and wept away.

Sarlon sighed deeply, knowing that only dying on the battlefield might be his salvation.

Whew——!!!

Suddenly, a strange sound crossed the sky, and immediately a loud boom was heard outside the city!