The flames burned.

In the blazing air, a giant tree slowly toppled and slammed into the ground, causing more chaos with flying sparks.

The eight-legged spider leader whistled so sharply that it almost punctured a person's eardrum.

It's its territory, its home, and now it's burned to the ground. Everything in front of it made it very angry.

Unlike ordinary eight-legged spiders, it is not afraid of fire, and at the same time, the spider silk has also been qualitatively improved, and it is not afraid of burning at all.

The culprit is in sight, and it wants to pour all its anger on these two people!

Zidi was already trapped in cobwebs, and she was just a black iron breath, so there was nothing to worry about.

The only thing to worry about is the needle gold.

The breath of this teenager, the eight-legged spider leader, is also a little uncertain.

The eight-legged spider leader shrouded all the killing intent on the body of the needle.

It shoots more and more of the spider silk of the needle.

At first, it was just the spear and the boy's hands that were bound by spider silk, and soon layers of spider silk wrapped around the whole body of the needle, and even began to cover the ears and nose.

If, at this time, there is a dagger to cut off the spider silk, the needle gold can get rid of such a predicament.

But no!

Huang Zao had a chance to throw the dagger at him, but he didn't!

So, the needle gold is in a desperate situation.

Sharp weapons are the key to getting out of trouble at this moment.

Or if the long sword was in the hands of the needle, it would be easy to solve such a situation.

Even if you don't have a sword, a scimitar will do.

In short, it's not a war spear.

The needle gold suddenly exerted force in the cobwebs, and he hadn't given up yet!

Although his strength increased, it was far from the limit of what the cobwebs could bear, and he could not break free.

The result of the attempt made Needle Gold feel a little desperate.

If you can't break free with all your might, then there is basically no hope. Struggling indiscriminately will only make the spider silk tighter and tighter, like falling into quicksand, and there is no worthwhile attempt, but it will make death come sooner.

Needle Jin stood still, his thoughts flashing, trying to find a way out of his predicament.

Layers of spider silk wrapped up, looking at the boy who seemed to be resigned to his fate, the eight-legged spider leader deliberately approached the boy's face. At the upper end of the hideous mouthparts, there were a total of more than a dozen eyeballs, densely stacked together.

The spider's eyes were staring at the needle gold, and the mouthparts opened and closed slightly, making a squeaking sound, as if the spider leader was smiling contemptuously at the needle gold!

It wants to ravage the boy well, it wants to pierce it, let the blood run dry, and at the same time, it has to inject the spider's venom into the body of the needle, watch the venom erode, watch the boy start to rot from the inside out, little by little, and finally it will suck all the teenagers who have rotted into a puddle, not a drop remains, all of them fill its belly.

That's what offending it ends!

Needlegold didn't struggle, gritted his teeth, and was forced to look at the spider leader.

The two sides face each other, and the distance is so close, only a few steps.

The spider leader lifted the two tentacles at the very end, and the slender tips of the tentacles were as sharp as spears and swords, easily piercing the cobwebs.

Immediately, Needle Jin snorted, and he felt two tentacles like daggers, trying to pierce through his back.

The chain mail worked to fend off the two tentacles.

Such an obstacle angered the spider leader even more.

It pulled the spider silk so hard that the distance between the needle and it shortened instantly, and the width between its eyes was almost a palm.

Squeak——!

The spider leader's mouthparts were wide open, and a strong stench of rancid stench sprayed on Needlegold's face.

At the same time, a large amount of green viscous liquid, like salivation, flows out of the mouthparts.

Needlegold's eyes widened, almost thinking that the spider leader was going to devour his head in one gulp!

But the next moment, the spider leader relaxed his strength slightly, his mouthparts converged, and he shook his head at the needle.

Needlegold actually saw the banter and cruel smile on the spider's face.

There was a chill in his heart, and he immediately understood that the spider in front of him was purely trying to intimidate him, torture him, slowly concoct him, and let him fully enjoy the pain. Listen to his screams and cries, watch him struggle, little by little into death!

The pressure on the chain mail grew, and finally reached its limit, and the chain mail could not support it, and was pierced by the spider's sharp tentacles.

The latter smoothly stabbed into the flesh of the needle.

The boy felt a chill at first, and then pain hit him.

In addition to the intense pain, there is also a vivid fear.

The needle gold can clearly feel the subsequent path of these two tentacles. After they pierced the outermost layer of flesh, one tentacle continued to penetrate deeply, very slowly, beginning to endanger the boy's internal organs. The other one was obstructed and hit the ribs.

The spider leader continued to exert force, and the ribs of the needle gold only blocked it slightly, and then it broke apart.

"Ahh

The flames continued to burn, and the light of the fire shone on the face of the needle, and the young man at this moment was as hideous as a devil.

The spider leader admired it quietly, and a dozen eyeballs perfectly reflected the young man's expression at the moment. But to the Spider Leader's disappointment, it didn't notice any cowardice and pleading emotions on the part of the Needle - only anger and hatred!

The flames in the heart of the needle burned even more vigorously than the surrounding forest fires.

"Ahhh

His head seemed to explode, and a new memory suddenly emerged.

The perimeter of the tournament was full of people.

The duel in the tournament has also come to an end.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the former great nobles of the south!" a teenager was forced into a corner.

He had wounds on his body, some of which were deep enough to show his bones, and he was extremely embarrassed.

It was none other than the Templar Knights.

His opponent was a middle-aged man with two slender beards and was unscathed. He raised his head slightly, leisurely and calmly, and walked in front of Qingkui almost like pacing.

Needle Gold found himself in the crowd of onlookers, nervously watching the two of them.

His gaze was mainly focused on the middle-aged man.

Because this man is his father, the patriarch of the Hundred Needles family!

Around Needle Gold were many fellow Templars, all of whom were familiar faces.

"Qingkui, if you can't do it, admit defeat!"

"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, and there is no shame in defeat. ”

"Think you have a younger sister, Qingkui, don't be stubborn. ”

The young Templars were shouting.

Qingkui's sister was also outside the court, at this moment her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and her delicate body trembled, like a poor little flower in a storm.

Qing Kui took a deep breath, staggered up straight, and tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand and face the Hundred Needles Patriarch again.

"Alas!" came a heavy sigh from the crowd.

"This duel was proposed by Qing Kui on his own initiative, and it is even more difficult to let a guy like him take the initiative to admit defeat than to pull a giant dragon back. ”

"What can I do?"

"Even if Qingkui takes the initiative to admit defeat, it depends on whether the Hundred Needles Patriarch is willing to let him go. ”

"Yes, Qingkui's father and grandfather all died in that battle, and they all died at the hands of the Baizhen family. The two families have too deep hatred. ”

Qing Kui shouted and launched a useless charge again.

The Hundred Needles Patriarch easily dodged, and with a slight stirring of the stabbing sword in his hand, the long sword in Qing Kui's hand was stirred away.

Qiang.

The long sword flew into the air, and immediately fell to the ground, and Qing Feng cut into the marble and stuck behind Qing Kui.

The contrast between strength and weakness is very obvious.

Qingkui's sister couldn't bear it anymore, and she pleaded with the old knight who was presiding over the duel in the field: "Uncle Commander, please look at the relationship between our two families for many years, please take action and save my brother." ”

This old knight was none other than the head of the Fifth Templar Order.

He snorted coldly, looking displeased: "This is a sacred duel between knights, fair and just, and never favoritism!"

He looked at Qingkui's sister with a fierce gaze: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he didn't even listen to me, the head of the regiment, and insisted on challenging the patriarch of the hundred needles." ”

"Hmph, how old is he, how much strength does he have, and how much actual combat experience does he have? He didn't even have a complete cultivation of the Qingkui family's signature fighting technique, the bronze armament, and he actually dared to challenge the Hundred Needles Patriarch. ”

"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of a knight?

"So, you see that too. The Hundred Needles Patriarch performed a single fighting skill, and his bronze armament was completely destroyed. ”

"Thousand Needles is an advanced level of the Hundred Needles Family's signature fighting technique, the Hundred Needles Style, and it is a trick that can only be used by golden cultivation. The Imperial knights who had died under this trick were hundreds, if not thousands. Even I, back then, fell under this trick and was pierced through the heart by the bayonet sword of the Hundred Needles family!"

"Your brother, Young, has not followed the Templar creed, he has forsaken bravery and violated patience. It's his own death!"

"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. It was the price he should pay – even if it was his life. ”

The old leader's merciless words made Qingkui's sister completely powerless, and immediately sat down on the ground, hiding her face and crying.

The indignant young knights around them also fell silent because of the old leader's reprimand.

It's just that their teeth are clenched tighter and their fists are clenched harder.

The Hundred Needles Patriarch took a deep look at the old group leader and approached Qing Kui again. He said in an arrogant tone: "Patriarch Qingkui, what other ability do you want to resist?

"Then, I'll take your life in the next move. The Hundred Needles Patriarch slowly raised his sword, the tip of the sword straight up, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"This will be the last act of your life. So, just keep your eyes open and take a good look. ”

"Don't worry, using a thousand needles to kill you is too much to exalt you, you are far worse than your father and grandfather, and the hundred needles are the most suitable for you to be buried. ”

"Take this trick, you are still lucky not to die, so what does it matter if I forgive your little life?"

After speaking, the stabbing sword in the hand of the Hundred Needle Patriarch suddenly turned into a brilliant sword shadow.

Qing Kui roared, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The only remaining fighting spirit in his body was forced out by his brain, and between the flashes of blue light, a knight's charging spear was faintly formed.

Rumble!

The two sides collided with each other, and then passed each other.

An arm was thrown in mid-air, and after spilling blood, it fell off the sidelines.

In the hand of this arm is also a stabbing sword.

It was the sword-wielding hand of the Hundred Needles Patriarch!

The audience was shocked.

There was a dead silence.

With a plop, Qingkui fainted to the ground, motionless.

The patriarch of the hundred needles covered the wound that was almost up to the shoulder with his left hand, and his face was extremely pale.

"Father, father!" exclaimed, his voice trembling violently.

The old head walked into the venue at this time, standing between the Hundred Needle Patriarch and Qing Kui, separating the two.

His eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he stared at the middle-aged nobleman with the broken arm with an extremely serious expression: "Patriarch of the Hundred Needles, the words spoken in the duel are all sacred oaths. The duel between you is over. ”

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, staring at the unconscious Qingkui, gritting his teeth, letting the wound bleed, and his face was full of anger and hatred.

After a while, he nodded slowly, and staggered off the competition platform with a strong yin owl and unwillingness.

"Father!" "Needle Jin Fei ran over and hugged the Hundred Needle Patriarch.

Cheers erupted from all around, Qingkui's sister cried tears of joy, young Templars raised their arms and shouted, and many passers-by chanted in disbelief.

The middle-aged man looked around and took in the surrounding scene in his eyes, but his expression had regained his calm: "My son, look up at me." Tell me what is the motto of my people. ”

"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people. Needle Gold barely raised his head, his tone choked.

"Very well, remember it, remember it firmly!" said the Hundred Needle Patriarch through gritted teeth.