"Roar!"

The warriors of the Bantu Empire took the lead in attacking, and the warriors led by them took steady steps and rushed towards Zhuo Ao, the giant sword in his hand slashed through a tragic arc in the air, slashing at Zhuo Ao fiercely.

"Too weak!"

Looking at the indomitable Bantu warriors, an unspeakable disappointment flashed in Zhuo Ao's eyes, although the murderous aura was heavy, but this kind of rampaging and brutal fighting method could not cause any pressure on Zhuo Ao at all.

With a slight flash, he sensitively avoided the opponent's slash, and with a turn of the spear, a jade belt wrapped around his waist, and the sharp spear blade drilled out from under Zhuo Ao's waist like a poisonous snake, and went straight to the opponent's throat, threatening to take the opponent's life with one shot.

"Huh?"

Seeing that the spear was about to cut the opponent's throat, Zhuo Ao's heart suddenly became alarmed, his body rotated, the gun turned around, and in the blink of an eye, it was across his chest.

"Qiang~"

In the piercing sound of gold and iron, a big sword slashed fiercely at the barrel of the gun, and the huge force made the barrel of the gun form a bow-shaped half-arc deep inward.

"Humph!"

Zhuo Ao snorted coldly, his arms shook, the body of the gun trembled suddenly, the opponent's big sword bounced away, and was about to pursue, the fierce wind rushed towards him, but the third warrior had already killed, forcing Zhuo Ao to give up the pursuit, the spear in his hand shook, the opponent's sword edge was deflected, and the body walked with the gun, flashed behind the opponent between steps, avoiding the opponent's slash, and at the same time, the gun trembled, sweeping away the three big swords that followed, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the warrior led by him had returned, without saying a word, the giant sword slashed in the air, and it was another wave of attacks.

For a time, the gold and iron in the field resonated constantly, the sword wind danced wildly, Zhuo Ao blocked left and right, and the gun shadow trembled, but it was always limited to the defensive, from the beginning of the battle, he had blocked no less than a hundred swords, but he did not counterattack a shot.

These people have been in battle for a long time, although the moves are full of flaws, but they cooperate tacitly, one person attacks, and the other person prepares, but the first person fails to attack, and the latter person immediately makes up for it, replacing defense with offense, like a continuous tide, so that Zhuo Ao is tired to deal with it, and he is unable to make a counterattack, and at the same time, he also sees the strength of the army for the first time.

If you fight alone, none of the ten people in front of you are Zhuo Ao's enemy, but when the ten people join forces, they use this seemingly simple way to fuse the strength of the ten people into one, and the terrifying offensive formed by Zhuo Ao actually has a feeling like facing an endless tide.

"Snort~"

In the fierce battle, Zhuo Ao was negligent, and was keenly captured by the other party in an instant, and the big sword left a hideous wound on Zhuo Ao's body, and the crimson blood instantly infected the placket in front of him, causing a burst of exclamations.

"Oh! Oh my God, I'm going to get my bet back! Old Jack covered his forehead in pain, looking at Zhuo Ao who seemed to be a flat boat in the storm, and felt that his heart was dripping blood, but at this moment, no one would pay attention to him, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the battle in the field.

Zhuo Ao has experienced many battles since he crossed, maybe even he can't count them, but this one is definitely the strongest opponent he has ever faced in his life, the iron-blooded momentum exuded by the opponent's body, and the endless but continuous offensive like the waves of the sea, so that Zhuo Ao fell into an unprecedented hard battle, death kept passing by, and the person with a slightly weaker will, maybe just the feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife was enough to make him collapse, but Zhuo Ao, under the attack like a wave, Miraculously persevered, and, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Zhuo Ao's eyes, not only do not reveal the slightest decadence or fatigue because of such a predicament, but faintly exude an indescribable excitement.

It was a kind of peerless swordsman, the eyes when he encountered an opponent of equal strength, in the face of the oppression of a powerful enemy, not only was he not discouraged at all, but he became more and more courageous, and his proud eyes gave people such a feeling, but unfortunately, there were countless audiences at the scene, but no one could perceive this, but with the ups and downs of the battle, there were bursts of screams and crazy shouts one after another.

"Tell me your name, young warrior!" With a slight gasp, but very formal voice, Hanke said to Zhuo Ao not far away, although the battle has had the upper hand with the Bantu Imperial warriors from the beginning, but maintaining such a high-intensity attack has definitely been a severe test of their physical strength, and even Hanke feels that this battle is more exhausting than a local frontal battle with the most elite troops of the Auroron Empire.

This man, known as the Beastmaster, not only has superb combat skills, but also seems to have an almost instinctive sensitivity to crises, and can avoid the deadliest attacks every time, and the pervasive attack method almost disrupted their attack rhythm several times, and also made Khan Ke realize the horror of the infantry spear for the first time.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Zhuo Ao took a breath and went toe-to-toe with the ten people of Khanke, fighting ten people with one person, but he did not have the slightest feeling of being alone, but gave people the feeling of two armies facing each other.

"I, Khan Bandeno, ask you only as a warrior, this is the respect that this is the Bantu Empire, for warriors." Khan Ke solemnly lowered the giant sword in his hand vertically and made a strange gesture.

"Zhuo Hao." A rare solemn look appeared on Zhuo Ao's face, the spear in his hand was pointed obliquely, and his left hand was holding his fist, which was the etiquette between ancient generals in the TV series in his previous life.

"Come on, you and I have only one side to get out of this Colosseum, let me see, the pride of the soldiers." There is no too much nonsense, there is no intermission in the Colosseum, and after adjusting his breathing slightly, Zhuo Ao shook the gun and pointed obliquely at the sky, the scorching sun shone on his body, with that amazing battle intent, it actually made people feel like a mountain.

"Good!" Hanke let out a loud shout, still taking the lead in attacking, and the giant sword drew an eternal arc, slashing down again with a tragic aura.

In the face of this rushing sword, Zhuo Ao did not choose to dodge, and the spear in his hand shook, stabbing straight at the brightest point of the sword light.

Point the gun at the sky!

With a kind of crazy toughness, Zhuo Ao stabbed the strongest point of Khanke's sword light, and the strongest often represents the weakest.

In the face of Zhuo Ao's hard-hitting shot, Khan Ke raised his eyebrows, and faintly felt that something was wrong, but the two sides shot with all their might, and where did they have time to think about this, and the strength was added, as if they wanted to gather the strength of the whole body into this sword.

"Ding~"

The tips of the guns collided, fierce sparks rubbed in the air, and the piercing hum made the spectators in front of the stands feel a ringing heartbeat.

When he looked at Zhuo Ao, he found that the other party did not stop because of the impact, but with the force of the impact, the spear turned and stabbed at the back of Hanke.

What is he going to do?

There was a brief confusion in Khanke's mind, because this shot had lost its accuracy, and it couldn't cause any damage to himself at all, but would reveal a huge flaw because of it, was he crazy?

However, the sound of the fierce wind that sounded next to his ears made Khan Ke's face change greatly, and the faint uneasiness in his heart suddenly became more intense, and he instinctively let out a terrible roar: "No! ”

"Puff~"

The cold blade of the spear easily slit the throat of another warrior, and hot blood sprayed Hank's face like a fountain.

Kill!

Khanke's eyes turned red, and he dragged his hands hard, slashing at Zhuo Ao's waist.

Zhuo Ao made a meritorious blow, the spear snapped, inserted into the ground, and with the rebound force from the barrel of the gun, the whole person jumped into the air, and his right knee slammed into the face of a warrior.

The warrior still maintained a forward slashing posture, with a furious madness on his face, but his head twisted back at a strange angle, and at the same time, the burly body flew out sideways like a sandbag, knocking the two fighters into the air, Zhuo Ao took advantage of the situation to land, with his right leg as the axis, and his left leg rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in the air with terrifying power, and smashed the back of the other fighter's head.

"Click~"

With the terrifying sound of bones shattering, half of the warrior's head shattered like a watermelon, and his body carried inertia into the distance.

With a sweep of the spear, he easily forced the remaining four soldiers who had lost the support of his comrades to retreat, Zhuo Ao stood proudly with his gun, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just indifferently watched the soldiers of the Bantu Empire kneeling beside the corpses of their comrades in pain, without mercy and unbearability, in this cruel world of the jungle, as a fighter who can't even make his own freedom, he is not qualified to pity anyone, what can be given to them is only the dignified battle between the warriors, either you die, or I die.

"Put away your tears, this is the battlefield, and the enemy will not give you a chance to grieve!" As the leader of this ten-person team, Hanke's psychological quality is much stronger, so he stopped the sadness in his heart, stood up again, and looked at Zhuo Ao who was standing proudly in the wind with hatred.

The others gradually recovered with Khanke's words, and gathered around Khan Ke again, as warriors who had survived a hundred battles, they were used to seeing life and death, but saying goodbye to life in this way made them unwilling in their hearts, looking at Zhuo Ao's gaze, in addition to a trace of sadness, more but boundless anger.

"That's interesting!" A grim smile flashed in Zhuo Ao's eyes, and Lang smiled: "Come again!" ”

"Roar~" Accompanied by the roar of the Bantu Imperial Warriors, the battle kicked off again, there was no so-called temptation, and there was no warm-up, both sides pushed the battle directly to the white heat with the most powerful moves.

"Ding~" In the fierce sparks caused by the collision of the big sword and the spear, the other two big swords stopped and slashed, and Khan Ke grabbed Zhuo Ao's spear edge, allowing the sharp spear blade to leave a hideous wound on his hand.

This time, the warriors of the Bantu Empire did not attack with that kind of tidal attack, that kind of attack, in the case of losing three warriors, it was difficult to threaten Zhuo Ao again, this time, they chose the craziest tactics, seven people at the same time handed the strongest attack to Zhuo Ao, either you die, or I die, abandon all defenses, and finally only have the purpose of killing the opponent, completely sealing all Zhuo Ao's retreat.

At this moment, the entire Colosseum fell into an indescribable silence, and only the sound of heavy breathing continued to sound throughout the Colosseum.

The pressure of death came with an unprecedented sense of suffocation, and at this moment, Zhuo Ao's eyes were frighteningly cold and bright, and at that moment, an indescribable, inexplicable feeling rose from the bottom of his heart under the strongest attack of the six Bantu Imperial warriors.

Indescribable feeling, Zhuo Ao's body, in that dull silence, writhed in a strange way, along the gap between attacks that should not exist in the eyes of others, with a heavy sword on his back, but the body staggered with the impact and sweat.

The person holding the spear was torn in half under this force, and it was difficult to restrain Zhuo Ao's movements, and the moment he passed by, the sharp spear blade cut Khanke's throat.

On the Colosseum, the crazy roar of the Bantu Imperial Warriors had been piercing and fierce after the collision of weapons lasted for a while, and then fell silent, countless spectators, many people stood up from their seats in surprise at this moment, and looked at the only figure still standing in the center of the Colosseum, under the blowing of the breeze, the figure, but like the gun in his hand, stood straight.

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