After the handicap was placed, the battle between the three hundred and Zhao Xin had begun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, the ground in the ring had already turned blood-colored, and after lying so far away, I could still smell the strong smell of blood, and some people who were not used to it were lying next to them and vomited.

Zhao Xin's spear was like a dragon, shuttling through the crowd, and the opponent could only see a little cold, and he fell to the ground and turned into a corpse before he had time to react.

Zhao Xin's left hand changed to his right hand, his right hand changed to his left hand, a spear made it superb, and put aside the weapons of the attack, and a shot took the lives of several people in an instant, but Zhao Xin knew that his physical strength had been lost too much, and if he couldn't knock these people down before his physical strength was lost, he wouldn't be able to survive the next round.

Zhao Xin seemed to be incarnated as Shura, every shot took away people's lives, three claw blows, shocked several people in the air, and an empty cloud spear meteor directly nailed several people in mid-air, the scene was very shocking.

Finally come up with a trick!

With an indomitable momentum, Zhao Xin's spear swept through the besieging opponents with a circle, and the strong force of the spear shattered people's sternum and spine, but even so, there were still as many as half of the remaining people.

I'm running out of stamina! Zhao confidence in the gloom, he knows that if he will not be able to lift the consequences of the spear, will be dismembered by the knife, at this moment all kinds of memories of the past, beautiful, moving, family affection, growth, painful emotions come one after another, so far only the spear as a companion, although the career has no regrets, but all kinds of unwillingness, like a mad lion roaring in Zhao confidence.

"Ahh

It's hard to fight now!

Zhao Xin was already trying to support, and the passage of blood from the wound made him feel powerless, and even dizzy, but he knew that this was in the ring of the gladiatorial arena, and what the consequences would be, just like a return to the light, the unwilling emotions in Zhao Xin's body made Zhao Xin fierce again, but he didn't know how long he could last.

Although Zhao Xin's move took away people's lives, but the speed and marksmanship were much worse than the original, even if he was brave for a while, everyone could see that this was a return to the light, Zhao Xin's physical strength was about to be exhausted, several knives were slashed behind Zhao Xin, bringing up several bloods, Zhao Xin staggered, and the gun nailed several people together, and a push palm, shook out the spear and opened the human wall.

"Come on, this kid can't do it!" There are still dozens of people left in the three hundred, but Zhao Xin has no strength, and there are too many wounds, so he has been holding on, so everyone thinks that Zhao Xin must not be able to pass this level.

In the audience, in front of Chunxiao.

The old man quietly ordered: "Later, if Zhao Xin wins, he will definitely continue to fight tomorrow, and when the time comes, you will go to find out the wind first, if he is willing to be loyal to us, I will send people to save him." ”

The scribe was given the order and went down to make arrangements.

Although the oil ran out of lamps, Zhao Xin, who was already holding the heart of death, was still standing in the ring with a spear, and the ring at this time was already a sea of corpses and blood, Zhao Xin seemed to be stained with blood, but there were less than ten opponents on the stage.

"Although your perseverance is strong, you have persevered until now, but you have stopped here!" Although the surviving person on the stage said this, he could see that he was very unconfident and inward-looking.

Zhao Xin didn't speak, and he lost too much blood, which made him start to feel dizzy, but at this moment, the sky was about to get dark, and if he won this game, he could live one more day, although it was only one day, but at this time, Zhao Xin seemed to be so thirsty.

There were only a few people, Zhao Xinqiang endured the pain, waved the spear, and the roar of the spear pierced the eardrums of the people, pierced the wind, and nailed several people to the pile of corpses.

Zhao Xin couldn't hold back any longer, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The battle of 300 men, win!

It was already dark, and the gladiatorial arena carried away the dying Zhao Xin, and the battle would continue tomorrow.

Chunxiao went to get a few thousand gold coins for gambling, and her heart was happy, and she remembered that the gunman made the gun against the enemy, just like a kind of enjoyment, the gun was like a living, and the spear was like a dragon, probably like this.

Chunxiao, who was going to eat, entered the restaurant, and at this time, the diners in the restaurant were talking about Zhao Xin's battle of three hundred people, which was very lively.

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Magnificent barrier steppe strips, countless ruined steppe homes.

Mia is an ordinary family in the grasslands here, and her ancestors have lived and multiplied here for countless generations, but today her family was killed by the invaders of Noxus, and she only picked up a life because she hid in the cellar.

Taking the ancestral nomad seal, Mia decides to go to the War College to find someone to avenge her, and at the price of her ancestral seal.

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The person who was called His Majesty by the middle-aged scribes was Jiawen II of the Light Shield Dynasty, which was the royal family of Demacia, and today, they planned to rescue Zhao Xin.

The middle-aged scribe paid for the jailer and gained the right to enter. Demacia's elite troops, all plainclothes, lurked around, and immediately rushed in to save people as soon as they gave an order.

Zhao Xin looked at the person in front of him and listened to the words of the middle-aged scribe, although he didn't know why the person in front of him was so bold and would come here to take risks, but he still agreed, after all, even if it was tomorrow, he would die if he couldn't stand the first game, even if he died on the way to escape from prison, Zhao Xin was not willing to stay at the mercy of others.

I have to say that the efficiency of the special forces in this era is still very good, and after Zhao Xin was rescued, he got together with Jiawen II and soon left the Rayser garrison before the pursuers caught up.

Caterina was unusually calm when she received the report from her subordinates, she didn't think that anyone could take someone away from her, even if she chased her, she could chase it back.

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When Chunxiao was still eating, the news of the gunman's robbery blew like the wind throughout the Rayser garrison, and Chunxiao immediately knew about it.

Did anyone really take a fancy to the gunman? Chunxiao decided to take a look, and he was willing to help if he could.

At this time, Zhao Xin and the others had already reached the sphere of influence that was almost out of Noxus, but the pursuers had already caught up.

Caterina played with the dagger in her hand, looked at the stopped convoy, and sneered: "Run, why don't you run?" ”

The middle-aged scribe said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is one of the three sword saints, is it appropriate to stop us like this?" ”

Caterina also sank her face: "Am I just letting you leave with our people?" ”

The middle-aged scribe knew that he was no match for Katarina, and threw a signal flare directly into the air, after all, Demacia's large army was not far away, and it would be safe for a moment or three.

Caterina watched as the flare exploded in the air, unhindered, and in her opinion, even if reinforcements arrived, it would be enough time for her to kill all those who challenged his dignity.

(To be continued)