In the field, on one side is a bronze-level red sulfur man with a saber, and on the other side is a defenseless one-eyed youth. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Because his customary two-handed sword "Elwin" was cut off by the black soul, Rodin couldn't find a weapon to take advantage of for a while.

Seeing this, Kling directly threw his simple two-handed greatsword over.

"Okay, don't insult the prestige of my evil python, let the people of red sulfur see the true skills of our flint!"

He held it in his hand and tossed it upside down, much more in size and weight than "Elwin", but it was still within his control.

"What's the matter with the black iron step against the bronze step, I will still abuse you!"

After the two sides stood still, Isenger quickly read out the rules.

"This duel is life and death until one side completely loses its combat effectiveness, or the game ends when it admits defeat!"

"If Rodin fails, he must accept the judgment of Red Sulphur, and if he wins, the grudge between him and Thymatur will be written off, and we will not blame him for returning to the flint safely!"

After finishing speaking, the two people facing each other instantly entered the state.

The venue is not large, with a radius of less than ten meters, and there is no extra space, and the confrontation between the two is bound to be very fierce.

Red sulfur's unremarkable Gu Tu shook his wrist, and the dog-legged scimitar swung steadily in his palm, and the silver knife flower was eye-catching. He slowly paced around Rodin with his knife and lace, his body slightly bent, like a lurking cheetah.

Rodin held the giant sword in both hands, the blade of which stood erect on the ground, and stared at him indifferently for a moment.

The wind picked up, raising the black ponytail behind his head.

Under the warm yellow sunlight, a lightning figure suddenly struck out - he grabbed the giant sword, and instantly pressed forward in front of the opponent, and the strong wind blew in an instant, making Gutu hunt in a robe.

His footsteps shifted to the side to avoid the front, and the half-moon-like scimitar spun slightly, unloading the greatsword with great skill, and then pressing against the spine of the sword to his wrist, but was forced to retreat sharply by Rodin's majestic swing, temporarily widening the distance.

In this round of testing, they have a general understanding of the enemy's physical fitness, almost half a catty and eight taels, and they are not allowed to leave their hands behind.

Almost at the same time, the bodies of the two underwent visible changes to the naked eye.

Silver-white sealed roses covered Rodin's body, making him look like a silver-shining god of war. His eyebrows were solemn, and he clenched his giant sword and did not move.

And Gu Tu instantly turned into a monster with the head of a snake - towering muscles pierced through the thin robes, the pitch-black scales exuded a creepy chill, and the curved fangs, the scarlet snake letter that was swallowed from time to time, and the round snake pupils, with an eerie aura.

At his feet, there was a red halo half a meter square, and five meters away, Rodin felt the terrifying heat contained in it, and even the light that entered it became bent like water.

"Is this the Scorching Realm? Looks like we have to keep a certain distance from him!"

Rodin muttered in a low voice, and slammed a finger shot at the snake man, and with a "bang", the scimitar dragged out an afterimage to defeat the attack.

Violent collision, sword handover, giant sword and scimitar tightly together made a wrestling sound of "zizi", a strong wind pressure sprayed around the two of them, blowing the ground into a circle of sand and dust.

On the giant sword "Evil Python", wisps of ancestral dragon power continued to overflow towards the snake man, and the scorching field around Gu Tu's body was surging with heat, and the roasted Rodin sweat was like steam, and in a short moment, he felt a slight burning pain in his arm.

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Gutu snake, and the conical tail covered with black scales on the back waist was like a steel whip "snapping" through the air and pumping towards the opponent's calf.

The corners of Rodin's mouth twitched, and suddenly two illusory tentacles bloomed from his waist and tied the snake's tail firmly, and suddenly a thick acid-corroded white smoke rose from the pitch-black tail.

Black and white, virtual and real are entangled to death, and the scales on the snake man's tail are corrupted inch by inch, revealing bright red flesh.

Gu Tu let out a sharp scream in pain, and his body suddenly became red, and the powerful blood power of the bronze rank erupted into bursts of scorching heat, constantly tearing Rodin's miserable white armor, and in a few moments, the armor was burned red and purple, exuding a faint aroma of barbecue.

However, he still gritted his teeth and insisted, and a faint black light also surged around his body, although it was not as powerful as Gu Tu, but it stood tenaciously in the heat wave.

Everyone outside the arena only saw a dazzling red light erupt between the two, and the scimitar covered with the power of the red snake flew up and down like a butterfly, constantly attacking around Rodin's throat, ****, and pupils, dragging the afterimage of the debut path, it was like five hands controlling it at the same time, dazzling and dizzying.

And the giant sword "Evil Python" is covered with the power of the dark ancestral dragon, and the magnificent, majestic and heavy like a mountain, the sword with a momentum like a rainbow is simple and domineering, often forcing the snake people to retreat to protect themselves.

The two are heavy and light, attacking and defending each other, and the heat wave and strange forces in the shadow of the sword and sword are violently entangled, and the flat ground is corroded to a thousand holes in a short time.

And the situation gradually fell into a stalemate.

Although Gu Tu, as a bronze rank power, does not have the speed of a ghost like the original wind wolf, he is better than the balance of physique, and his red snake bloodline is much higher than the power of the ancestral dragon, in such a white-hot war of attrition, the first one who can't hold on must be Rodin!

From a distance, there seemed to be a crimson python tightly wrapped around the silver-armored warrior in the field, and its huge and matchless body slowly wriggled and crushed the warrior's bones, exhausting the warrior's physical strength and slowly suffocating him to death.

However, the power of the ancestral dragon of the Black Sun Sword Technique is not so easy to match! So far in the battle, the strange power that has splashed into the body of the snake man Gu Tu has accumulated to a considerable amount, and it has burst out with latent power!

Rodin's blood and qi were rapidly depleted, and Gutu was also weakening, and the hideous snake's face gradually showed tiredness and impatience.

In the end, it's not just the level of the force, but also the willpower and endurance!

Isabella looked frightened on the sidelines, but her silver teeth clenched and she didn't say a word. She believed that Rodin, who could defeat the leader of the steppe wind wolf, would definitely not be defeated by the Red Sulfur Force, who was also a silver rank!

"Bang ......" swords rang out, and the snake man's face once again showed impatience, as a silver-level power, and used the beast secret technique but could not attack a bronze powerman for a long time, it really made him feel aggrieved, and what was even more terrifying was that the pervasive power of the ancestral dragon stirred up fire in his heart, so he made up his mind to strangle the opponent with a thunderous blow!

Another sword unloaded his opponent's giant sword, and a massive amount of red snake power poured out and converged from his body, richly rotating around his body like flowing magma, and the circular scorching field under his feet began to rapidly compress and converge, brewing terrifying scorching fluctuations.

Rodin's heart was startled and the frequency of his attacks increased, and the power of the magma-like bloodline still trickled into the compression realm.

In an instant, the dry air made a continuous explosion of air, like withered wood bursting in flames

The half-human-tall python head poked out of the void, and the dazzling red light sprinkled around its body compared to the sun on the horizon.

The giant python, which was composed purely of flames, leaped out from in front of the snake man Gutu and pounced on his opponent.

Too quickly, the heat wave emptied, the shadows completely obscured his vision, and in an unprecedented sense of crisis, Rodin firmly grasped the giant sword and headed towards the flame serpent.

"My sword cuts through all thorns and afflictions!"

The flames burned, and the blade fled.

"Don't, Rodin!" a mournful cry from the sidelines sent a smile on the face of the snake man Gutu.

The wind was overwhelmed by the heat, and the sand and dust danced with the red flames.

The man's sword was completely engulfed by the red snake, and there was no trace of it, and the Yiren outside the field lowered his head in disbelief, and tears the size of beans spilled down his smooth cheeks, and sobbed silently.

The expressions on everyone's faces were strange, and they suddenly stopped in an instant.

Only Kling remained calmly watching the field.

"Ang...... The ancient roar that cut through the waves and broke through the flow of 10,000 tons of water suddenly erupted.

The giant sword crossed the air, and the tail of the red snake came out in a daze, and at this moment, the surface of the red snake's body only then realized that a crack opened from head to tail, and it was cut in half in an instant, and it disappeared into nothingness.

And the snake man Gutu still kept smiling, and there was a hidden bloodshot from his forehead, which stretched longer and longer, across the bridge of his nose, neck, chest, and dantian.

"Puff ......" The skin and flesh were covered with blood, and the snake man fell to the ground silently, his face still so peaceful and comfortable.

There was silence all around.

"Ahem, ahem...... Rodin struggled to hold on to the greatsword, barely keeping his body balanced, and the sealing rose retracted into the tattoo on his chest like a receding tide, revealing the pitch-black skin inside.

His hair was burned to the ground, and the outermost layer of leather clothing was burned and melted into flesh, and the flesh was terrifyingly adherent. You can even clearly see the charring of several burned muscles, as well as the uneven white bone stubble.

This time he won a disastrous victory, the power of his blood veins was exhausted, his skin was burned extensively, and he didn't know when he would recover.

Before everyone could react, Isabella rushed to him with her skirt in her arms, eagerly but reluctantly hugging her tightly in her arms, with incomparable tenderness and softness in her regret.

"Relax, dear, I'm here, it's all right!" Rodin heard the familiar voice, and closed his eyes reassuringly and leaned into her soft arms.

"Lord Isengard, as you wish, now we can leave, right?"

Kling said coldly, turned around and looked around at the crowd of onlookers, some subconsciously avoided it, and some glared back viciously.

Issinger looked at the skinless figure in the field in surprise, nodded and promised, "Rodin deserves the glory of the tribal warrior for his victory over his opponent in the official duel! From today onwards, his grudge with the Red Sulfur Department will be written off, and no one is allowed to provoke any more trouble, otherwise he will be severely punished!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Clint and Isabella supporting Rodin away from the crowd.

The three members of the Wind Brigade watched quietly from the periphery, except for Claire, who was worried, and Lino and Uma both looked indifferent.