It was an eerie scene, at least for Zal.

He never imagined that the drinker who had bought him a drink would become an opponent in the next battle, or, he didn't expect that his opponent would be a group of real old men......

Grohl and Gavira also stood on the pitch with some odd expressions. What did they see? a barbarian laughing incessantly, and two old men warming up. Listen to the rattling that comes from the writhing of the joints, and the ages of these three men combined, it would not be doubted to say that they were seven or eight hundred years old.

To hide his embarrassment, Zar coughed hard. "Hug, sorry...... Are you the 'Berserker Balboa'?" he asked, looking at the barbarian.

"That's right, but this name is what the audience called me," the barbarian slammed his two-handed heavy sword on the ground, which can no longer be called a "sword", but rather a rough and flat stone. "My full name is Balboa Lovest, a barbarian warrior from Hazgalo. In Eric's homeland, we usually tell our friends the last name that represents our blood lineage, not our first name, so please forgive me for not making it completely clear that day. He said.

"Thank you, most sincerely. Zar solemnly saluted the barbarian, and said with a serious expression: "Although this is not a good place to chat, it is my pleasure to meet you. ”

"Hahaha......" the barbarian laughed and raised his eyebrows, "I remember, you said you would drink with me next time!" he said, "Go when you're done, whoever wins will please!"

Zar laughed as well, nodding in affirmative. "No problem. I made a note of it. ”

"Alright, let's get started. The barbarian exchanged glances with Zar and the others, and then looked at the arbitrator Salire on the sidelines.

The two teams retreated at the same time, slowly widening the distance between each other, until they were more than thirty yards away, and they stopped. And at this time. The slightly noisy noise on the sidelines finally quieted down. No matter how natural and peaceful the atmosphere here is, the thousands of spectators sitting on the sidelines also know very well that this duel is not a joke, but a key game in the "Blood Arena", and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most important game ushered in by the "Sunshine Plaza" in the past five years.

"Hit hard, Zal. The savage in the distance dragged the heavy sword in his hand. The burly body was like a towering rock, the muscles exposed in the air throbbed slightly, and the dark blue lacquer tattoo flowed with the most ancient majesty in the sunlight. "Our goal is to be the champion!"

"So do we. Zar shook out "Sishua" with a "pong", and Grohl next to him put his two-handed axe in front of him, Gavira had disappeared, and it was estimated that he was wandering around a corner of the field at this time, staring coldly at the opponent in the distance.

For a while, the atmosphere in the field was extremely solemn. Friendship is friendship. Fighting is fighting, it's not a question of who accommodates whom. As long as you stand on the battlefield, all that remains is the dignity of being a warrior.

With two "bangs", the arbitrator Salire tapped the megaphone stone lightly and looked at the two teams in the Jing position respectively. "I announce that the second round of the preliminary round of the 'Blood Arena' will be the match between 'Kishibai no Ao' and 'Metal Fang'. His voice paused slightly, and he quickly shouted, "It's officially ——!."

As soon as the words fell, the two sides moved in unison. Zar and Grohl galloped forward, the orc's two-handed axes swept in front of them, and two sudden swirling clouds of sand enveloped him and Zal. It looks like it's covered in armor.

On the other side, the roar of the barbarians exploded in the sky, and the silver hair of the old man flew, and the moment he raised his staff, three pale white breezes flashed away on the three of them. At the moment when the battle cry that resounded throughout the audience had not yet dissipated, the pace of the barbarian became faster and faster, looking at the two of Zar who were killed at the same time, the whole body suddenly accelerated with a "whew", leaving a terrifying afterimage behind him, and rushed straight away!

At the same time, the old man of the wood elves, who was slowly adjusting the bowstring a moment ago, suddenly had his eyes like an eagle, and the twilight was gone, and his right hand swept out a low hum on the bowstring, and several straight black lights shot out with the ring-shaped energy that exploded at the bowstring!

An incomparably strange scene appeared, those feather arrows flew through the half-distance in an instant with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, like living creatures that had been given life, drawing an elegant and suffocating arc, bypassing the barbarians, and falling towards the head of Zal who rushed to the front!

"The power of the wind, hydra!" Cadius on the sidelines exclaimed, his old and cloudy eyes actually scattered a crystal cold light!" Zal, be careful——! "The half-elf can't sit still, the other party is not only a hunter with a "gift of nature", but also raises his hand to play the highest skill under the talent of "hunter".

In fact, without the roar of the half-elf, Zal had already been forged by countless life-and-death battles, and almost immediately captured the threat brought by these feathered arrows. The smoke miasma on his left hand instantly condensed and formed, and the lightless "Sishua" and "Gray Blade" met the falling arrow cluster above the figure that rushed forward!

"Dangdangdang——!"

The terrifying sound of metal crashing was mixed with scattered energy and flying sparks that exploded above Zal's head, one, two, three...... The enormous force that came along the weapon became heavier and heavier. At this moment, the barbarians' "furious charge" finally came closer. With a bang, the pace of Zal and Grohl's forward rush suddenly stagnated, and the air around them seemed to be squeezed and sunken, revealing a distorted light and shadow.

At this moment of stagnation, Zal's movements were only a little slower, and the remaining four black lights staggered by, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", and the "earth and stone armor" that the orcs blessed on Zal shattered, and several straight blood lines tore out of Zal's body, beating his figure to a beat.

The next moment, the cold glow from the heavy sword filled the distance between them, and the barbarian swept his sword and slashed at Zal's shoulder. At the same time, the complement on the other side also arrived. I saw Grohl roar wildly, the flying chains clangled on his wrists, and the extremely hideous two-handed axe slashed a rusty red light shadow in front of him, smashing towards the blade of the sword!

"When ——!!!"

Strength for power, fearlessness for fearless! The piercing sound of impact exploded above the battlefield, and the furious energy rolled up billowing smoke and dust and pressed it around. And the thousands of spectators collectively turned pale and subconsciously retracted their bodies.

In the dust, the two weapons representing absolute power dispersed at the touch of a button, and the figures of both sides retreated half a step each. The barbarian's beard was all geared, and he roared and picked up his heavy sword again, slashing at Zar again. And the orc shook his head. Like a bloodthirsty beast, he swept the two-handed axe that swung to the side and swept a round of cold light above his head, slashing at the barbarian's shoulder!

On the other side, Zal, who was floating with blood floating from the corner of his mouth, stared straight at the barbarian's blade, and the "Iron Heart" and "Death Wish" opened at the same time, and the scarlet circle of light appeared in the pupils!

To attack or to defend! To change or not to change! This is the problem that Zal and Grohl have given to the barbarians. Or cut it down with a sword, whether Zar can stop it. It's all up to luck, but an orc's axe will surely hurt him badly. Either defend immediately, this round of offensive and defensive dismantling between the two sides ends here, and the skills are changed.

But the answer given by the barbarians is like their creed - the blade forward, never say die!

"Kill ——!!!"

The majestic battle cry swept away the smoke and dust in the field, and the red light flashed on the heavy sword, ignoring the two-handed axe that fell towards him, and slashed down with a sword. That's when it happened. A circle of wind rose from the ground, instantly drowning the orc's figure. Distance. The old mage stretched out his palm, his five fingers hanging like hooks under the head of the staff, and his robe was swollen by the strong wind, manipulating the air element, forcibly fixing Grohl in the middle of the wind circle.

"Kill me!" Zar's mind flashed in an instant. But not only did he not panic. Instead, he laughed wildly and rolled up the strength of his whole body, staring at the falling sword light - if you block it, you will live, and if you can't stop it, you will die, just this blow!

"Boom ——!!!"

The majestic force smashed between the "Sishua" and the "Gray Blade" with the heavy sword, and the offensive and defensive forces shook out a bend of momentum between the interlaced weapons. The picture seemed to slow down, and the terrifying muscle texture shook wildly under the scales of Zal's arms, and finally with a "snap", the armor exploded into flying pieces.

The figures of both sides seem to be frozen. The blade of the sword slowly descended, and finally, in a cloud of blood that rose into the sky, it stopped on Zal's shoulder. The next moment, the ground behind Zal undulated, spreading a layer of wave-like ripples, and with a loud "boom", it seemed that everything that had slowed down was pulled back to its normal trajectory, and in countless gasps of exclamation, the earth cracked, and the sand rose all over the sky!

On the other side, as early as the mage was forcibly controlling Grohl, an extremely swift shadow cut to the edge of the battlefield and cut to the old man of the wood elf who had re-tied the bowstring. Gavira knew very well that the barbarian and the hunter must not be allowed to attack on Zar at the same time, otherwise the battle would be lost - this round of fire must be dismantled!

At the same time, as if he had already guessed Gavila's intentions, the hunter on the opposite side immediately flew back, shooting several feathered arrows in a row towards the air in front of him.

With a series of crisp explosions, the feathered arrows exploded into a dense cluster of arrows in the air, and Gavila's figure carried a blurred outline, shuttling at high speed in the rain of arrows, catching up with the hunter before all the ways out were blocked!

The loud sound of cracking the ground echoed in the field, and at the moment when the earth and rocks flew behind Zhal, Gavira finally poked out of the shadows with two daggers and twisted them into the throat of the old man of the wood elves!

But at this moment, the barbarian suddenly turned to stare at Gavira, who appeared in shape, and the heavy sword dragged a piercing metal grinding sound on Zal's weapon, turning into a shattered afterimage, and launched a "furious charge"!

Catch the thief!

Take advantage of the Barbarian's unparalleled melee mobility to hit a wave of zar first, and if that fails, immediately backhand to catch Gavira, who is in charge of dismantling the fire!

There was no time to think about it, and Zar and Grohl ran after the pace of the barbarians. If Gavira is cleared out of the battlefield by this round of fire, and there is no one to contain the mages and hunters, then this battle basically does not need to be fought, and it is just a matter of admitting defeat.

In the distance, the barbarian who was killed in an instant stopped between Gavira and the hunter with a "boom", and the figure that had just stabilized picked up the heavy sword, and slashed out more than ten criss-crossing cold rays towards Gavira! Gavila's figure disappeared into the air with a "poof", leaving behind a remnant image torn apart by the sword light, passing through the barbarians and killing the hunter closely!

One shot, two teams, six top gladiators. At the same time, a new round of offensive and defensive dismantling began. The human mage looked at the two of them who were rushing towards Zal and raised their eyebrows, and the staff raised high smashed heavily to the ground, and after a "boom", a cold hurricane swirled out in front of him, roaring and stopping Zal and Grohl in their path.

Looking at Gavila, who was getting closer and closer to him, the hunter waved his hand violently, and the "resistance arrow" flicked out, and Gavila's figure stagnated slightly in the fluctuating air, and the distance between the two widened again. And. The hunter's defenses didn't end there, and he quickly threw three "blasting traps" into Gavila's path, waiting for her to crash into the "minefield" on her own.

What's even more dangerous is that the barbarian also turned around and chased after Gavila, cutting off all her retreats.

At this moment, a thick shadow reflected more and more in the hurricane, and finally there was a "boom". A boulder formed by the aggregation of sand and soil smashed the wind circle. With the sound of the wind, it fell towards the location of the human mage. Behind the boulder, the orc's leaping figure dragged several dark yellow earth streams, and was finally wrapped into a stone man, stepping on the three traps before Gavila!

"Boom, boom, boom——!"

After a series of explosions, Grohl managed to block the hunter's trap for Gavila. And his "earth barriers" also crumbled. Grabbing the orc's shoulder, Gavira jumped up, turned into countless black afterimages, and swept towards the hunter in front of him with a straight cold glow!

His pupils shrank, and the corners of the old man of the wood elf's mouth showed an arc of approval. Suddenly, he threw an arrow into the air diagonally behind him, and then looked at the "Shadow Killing" that bloomed in front of him, and pointed out a black light that tore through the air.

"Woo ......!"

The dense sound of metal grinding and countless sparks exploded in the air, and the arrows turned into blades! The frantically shaking bowstring turned into a silver halo, and countless feathered arrows shot out collided with the straight cold light brought out by the remnants of the Dao, roaring, colliding, and endlessly.

Retreating and advancing, the "long whip" of shadows swept a stormy trail on the different weapons, smashing the air between them, sucking the light, and finally, with a piercing crunch, the shadow dissipated into nothingness, and the bowstring stopped and hung in the air.

At the moment when Gavira stepped on Grohl and jumped to his feet, the orc dragged his two-handed axe and pounced directly on the farthest human mage, he didn't care about the barbarian behind him, and he didn't even look at it. But when the barbarian chased after Grohl's back and slashed down with his sword, he finally understood why the orcs would completely ignore their own attacks.

I saw a pair of black palms suddenly break through the ground, grabbed the barbarian's ankle, fixed him directly to the ground, and stopped the pace of continuing the pursuit!

High in the sky, the falling boulder fell apart in the "Wind Blade Net" released by the mage overhead, and a rain of earth and stone was smoky. In the midst of the fine sand of the sand, the copper-colored two-handed axe suddenly slammed out, slashing at the mage's body with a turbulent current of dust and tumbling.

Narrowly dodging the orc's attack, the raging wind dragged the human old man's body back sharply. At this moment, the solid ground suddenly collapsed, and the softened sand and gravel flowed, wrapping around his legs like a mud whirlpool!

The scorching sun's streamer-like axe shadow and the air shield that the old man pushed into the sky appeared at the same time! The pale and dazzling facet collided with the compressed and aggregated air element! There was a loud bang, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, and the dust that had sunk to the ground under the feet of the two was torn out of the Dao texture, and rolled around.

The next moment, the straight streamer slice and the air shield shattered at the same time, and the earthy yellow and pale white spots of light were intertwined, exploding around the two of them like starlight!

The human elder's face was covered with cold sweat, and his hands holding the staff trembled slightly. The immobilization effect of the "clay stone flow" had disappeared, and just when the orc thought that the other party would definitely accelerate and retreat and regain the distance, the white-haired mage actually straightened his emaciated spine again, as if waiting for the next wave of Grohl's attack, set up his staff, and did not retreat a single step with a resolute expression!

The whistling two-handed axe hit again, and the eyes of thousands of spectators all fell on the old man's body, and the neat exclamation sounded, and many people couldn't even bear to look at it anymore, as if they had expected the tragic situation of the old man's blood splashed on the spot. However, this scene did not happen after all, but on the contrary, the axe blade and the staff collided, but only came to a steady stop and touched together.

On the other side, Zal, who was holding the heavy sword, struggled to hold the "Gray Blade" to the blade, picked up the "Sishua" and slashed at the barbarian's shoulder. Without dodging or dodging, the barbarian suddenly raised his left foot in front of him, and the steel body pressed forward, roared wildly, and stepped back on the ground!

"Boom!"

The earth shattered, and the earth and rocks flew everywhere! Zhal, who was lifted into the air, adjusted his body, rolled on his side a few times, and landed firmly on the ground. For a while, the venue was silent, without a sound. All the fighting stopped, as if it had not yet begun. And time has only passed for a short time.

"Sishua" and "Gray Blade" lay on either side, and Zal's low body stared at the burly figure like a leopard. The dust was gone, and the barbarian stood proudly with his heavy sword, his undulating chest covered with the scars of sweat and dirt, and the wrinkled eyes of the eyes were radiating with fierce light.

In the direction of Zal's back, two sculptural figures were fixed there. Gavila's twin daggers pressed against the hunter's chest, and on the silver-stringed longbow, the hunter's right hand was clasped with a flickering feather arrow, dangling steadily in front of the wood elf's forehead.

Farther back, Grohl's two-handed axe rested on the staff of the old man. In fact, the orcs didn't want to kill each other, and even when they hit the "Celestial Break", they only aimed at the tail of the opponent's staff.

The old man obviously noticed this. "Thank you, young orc, for saving my life for this old bone!"

"No, I'll be happier if you hand over the nameplate. The orc whispered, "You have lost, old man." ”

"Oh, are you sure?......?" the old man smiled mysteriously, and as soon as he finished speaking, a sudden surge of energy from the staff pushed Grohl far away.

"You ......" The orc's angry words had just begun, when the old man on the opposite side raised his thin finger and pointed to the top of his head. Looking up, I saw a black dot falling silently, faster and faster, and finally with a "poof", it was nailed to the position where the orc had just stood - it turned out to be the feathered arrow that the hunter had thrown diagonally high into the air before!

Grohl clenched his teeth, looked at the feathered arrows that were still shaking, looked up at the sky again, and finally spat fiercely, and cursed in his heart: "Old fox!"

"Hahaha...... No thanks, this life, even if you and I are even!" The old man laughed, wrapped his arms around the staff, and his thick white eyebrows shook happily on his wrinkled face, and he looked very happy. (To be continued.) )