This endless land of ice is the embodiment of Solan's will, domain, and talent bloodline, and if Downton can't get out, he will die here.

The palm-sized snowflakes were no longer falling, but slapped the face, and Downton's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Covering his forehead with his hand, looking around, and determining the direction, Downton pulled his legs forward without hesitation.

One step is a footprint.

"Don't be nervous, it's ......"

Homer tries to explain, but is interrupted by the cheap god.

"Be quiet, you see Downton asking for help, although the rank is not as good as the Juggernaut, but he will have a fair duel!"

Homer is a book after all, not as cheap as a god of cheapness, who understands the hope of being a warrior and longing to defeat a god of war alone.

Downton also has his glory, what about injuries? What about lack of strength? He just wants to challenge himself to climb to the top of the god of war.

"For Di Lanxue, this kid really worked hard!"

Homer was stunned for a moment and sighed, originally Downton didn't need to take such a risk, but in order to defeat Heinrich, he had to break through the limit.

Just like Downton vs. Anthony, he also used Solan as a whetstone to sharpen his sharpness.

Homer and the cheap god fell silent, looking at him silently, he was no longer the ignorant teenager who needed the advice of others, he had his own will.

Facing the wind and snow, Downton trudged hard.

In the vast snowfield, except for the cold and loneliness, there are no animals or vegetation in sight, and everything is silent, as if it has become a country of death.

Because of the suppression of the will of the god of war, Downton was unable to use any elemental power, and the magic energy in his body was also squeezed out, plus he could not open the war space. Picking up clothes and food, at this time, he has completely become an ordinary person, and he can only rely on that thin layer of clothes to keep warm.

"Failed again?"

Downton's starry eyes couldn't be activated, but instead of being frustrated, he relied on his sixth sense. It went on and on.

Ten days!

Half-moon!

One year!

......

Downton marched silently in the snow that was enough to freeze to death, his expression resolute, and he had not wavered in the slightest.

When he was thirsty, he drank snow water, and when he was hungry, he ate the wild fruits he had picked, even the bark and grass roots, and gnawed many times, occasionally striking a prey. It's a hearty meal that will delight people for days.

Living in an igloo and stepping on a snowy road, on the journey of life, Downton walked proudly and never looked down.

"When is this going to be?"

Homer was speechless, and there was a deep distress and pity in her voice, now Downton. It was still that sunny and handsome young man, he was swollen all over. The ten fingers were swollen like turnips, the hair was messy, and the leather jacket on his body had been ripped from the body of a beast, and it still smelled of blood and thick blood scabs.

"Until one person collapses!"

The performance of the cheap god for Downton has changed from praise to worship. This kind of contest of wills is actually more dangerous than fighting, and once defeated, the will will will be defeated.

Some people, even if they die. The will is immortal, and some people, although alive, are like the walking dead, the will is a supreme force, a spirit, a kind of persistence, but also a kind of pursuit.

The reason why God is immortal is that the will lives forever, which is a realm that even cheap gods cannot achieve, so she worships Downton.

The strength of a person's will determines where he can go on the journey of life!

A white fox shows its head on a snowy field.

"Oh yes!"

Downton, who was digging for snow and grass roots, immediately cheered, took his javelin made of pine, and rushed out with a shout.

Downton is enjoying this wilderness life.

This enthusiasm and pride, and the never-give-up hope that turned into a steady stream of strength, protecting his body and nurturing his will, a kind of transformation is slowly taking place on the polar ice field.

The Royal Thorn Gladiatorial Arena, a full audience of 80,000 people, waited for a full ten minutes, silent, but gradually, doubts and discussions sounded.

"What is this for? Confrontation?"

"Why don't you fight yet? I can't understand it!"

"Nonsense, this is a showdown of the god of war, you can't understand it!"

The audience didn't understand, but those strong people knew that these two people had launched a wonderful battle of will, and these winds and snows were the embodiment of the symbols.

The dark clouds in the sky, which were originally turbulent, had been submerged by the falling snow, and the entire royal capital was also stained with a layer of ice and snow.

The snow is thickening, the cold wave is raging, and some spectators are already shrinking from the cold, exhaling white gas.

Another ten minutes passed, and the goose feathers and snow were blowing one after another, and they fell into the gladiatorial arena, and Downton was covered with frost and snow in the process that everyone could see, and turned into a statue.

Only the sword saint Solan is around, and the snow is not stained.

Suddenly!

Burst!

Solan spat out a mouthful of blood, he was eaten by the Winter Realm, and the duel of wills was like this, if he couldn't hurt the enemy, he hurt himself.

This scene caused many people to look sideways and exclaim.

"Downton, you really impress me, it's been three years, not only have you been the same, but your will is even more tenacious. ”

Solan murmured, in the world of ice and snow, Downton is the only fire ~ heat, although small, but warm, the wind and snow close to him, all melted.

Looking at Downton, who was swollen and unfit despite climbing the ice and snow, still laughing, Solan knew that he needed to make a change, otherwise he would be wiped out.

Wind and rain gathered around Solan, and then turned into a tornado, stirring up the snow and blowing into the distance.

The audience's vision is also beginning to be affected.

"What's going on?"

"Hey, it's cold!"

"I heard it was caused by the fighting. ”

Some spectators outside the gladiatorial arena couldn't stand it anymore and went home to warm up their clothes.

In the land of winter, the roar of a giant beast was suddenly heard.

A violent bear more than ten meters tall peeked out of the sparse pine forest, and white gas erupted from its sharp lips and teeth.

Downton turned and ran.

The violent bear chased, and when he saw that he was about to catch Downton, he suddenly stepped into the air. Fell into a trap and stabbed down with a sharpened stake.

Roar!

The wounded Storm Bear roared and leaped out of the pit to chase Downton.

Downton whirled, blood dripping.

"Why aren't you desperate?"

For such a long time, even Solan felt bored. Downton has absolutely no chance of winning this kind of hunting with great disparity, but why should he still insist?

"Haha, this Duke is a dragon slayer, and he can't slaughter a giant bear?" Downton laughed, "Skinned and eaten today, and a bear hunter titled." ”

Downton's persistence and fearlessness of death made his will sublimated. In the winter field that is gradually resisting Solan.

The magic energy is like a mountain stream thawing in spring, it begins to flow slowly, returning to the body, and the elemental light spots also begin to linger around the body.

Bang!

Downton was knocked flying, his sternum broken, but he also stabbed the javelin in his hand into the eye of the Storming Bear.

One man and one beast, in this land of ice and snow. Confrontation and fighting without concessions. Roars and roars resounded through the sky, and the snow covering the pine forest fell tremblingly.

Bah!

Spit out the blood from his mouth, Downton wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at the storm bear tightly. One step, two steps, he went from slow, to trot, to galloping, and fearlessly rushed towards the violent bear.

Tick tock!

Crimson blood flowed from Downton's body. It splashed on the ground, and then it boomed, and it burned, it was so small, but it was so hot, it made people feel the power.

Roar!

Downton roared and pounced on the oncoming Storm.

Bang!

A man and a beast collided together, and the air waves churned, blowing away the snow around them.

Tick tock!

Downton's blood flowed more, but instead of exhaustion, he felt a surge of vitality grow in his chest and flow through his limbs.

Rumble!

The blood that stuck to his body also burned, and they ignited the fur of the violent bear, which could not be extinguished no matter how much they were beaten.

Bang! Bang!

Downton's attack, two fists, has been tattered, and even exposed white bones, but his offensive has not decreased,

Click!

The bear slapped Downton to the ground, followed by a pounce, gnawing at his right shoulder, and tearing it off with a swift blow.

Tear and pull!

An arm was removed, blood splattering on the ground.

Downton didn't even look at it, and continued to slam Stormbear's head with his remaining left fist.

This is the most primitive fight, it is the presentation of strength and beauty, it is the contest between life and death, Downton gritted his teeth, whether it was body or soul, he never retreated.

"Di Lanxue, wait for me, I will definitely pick you up!"

Bang!

Downton punches!

"Sissi, Xia Luo, I will definitely give you a happy life!"

Bang!

Downton continued to throw punches.

"Hu Tao, Elaine, you two have to mature, don't always think about relying on me!"

Bang! Bang!

Downton still threw his fist again.

In the cold wind and snow, it was the screams of the violent bears.

Bang!

As if Tarzan was crushing the blow, Storm Bear slapped Downton out, rolling and the snow powder flying.

Downton got up, grinning, chapped lips, biting half of his ear.

"Phew, I've eaten a bear's paw today. ”

Downton charged, and in the process, the blood rushing in his body finally boiled, boom, and burned.

The orange-red flames engulfed Downton in an instant.

This is the fire of will, this is the fire of indomitability, and this is the fire of heroic fearlessness!

The white gladiatorial arena!

Solan stumbled suddenly, lowered his head and covered his mouth, but it was useless, a large amount of blood gushed out between his fingers.

An orc Juggernaut, whose soul is burned by the fire of Downton's will.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The audience craned their necks, ignoring the cold, staring at Downton quietly, for some reason, the man who had already been frozen into an ice sculpture suddenly froze, and a raging flame burned, and half of the gladiatorial arena of snow melted in a few breaths.

Just like the arrival of spring, everything recovers, ice and snow melt, and this momentum is still spreading wildly.

Tick tock, tick tock!

Snow water dripped from the eaves and hit the children's heads.

Twilight Kings!

Half the city is snowy, half of the city is spring~ warm!(To be continued.) )

PS: We are quite satisfied with what we wrote, and I feel that the state is coming, heading for the peak!