The Abyss Knight was covered in snow, and Zhu Xie Tieshan was covered in blood. "Boom!" another fierce collision took place on the battlefield, and it was the eighth head-on impact between the two. As if to reach a silent tacit understanding with action, the master of boxing and the black knight decided to divide the victory and defeat with absolute strength, no dodge, no moves, only naked fists and fists, muscles and muscles collided again and again.

The shock wave blew up a cloud of snow, and the flesh hit the ground heavily. The Black Knight was panting to prop up his body, but his abyssal horse could not raise its head again, this war horse from hell could be reborn in the black flames infinitely, but at this moment there were very few flames spewed out of its mouth, and its body gradually sank into the frozen earth, returning to the embrace of the flames of hell.

"Shh......h The iron armor on his body was already in tatters, the cavalry spear was broken into two pieces in the fourth collision, and the surface of the pitch-black shield was branded with five deep fist marks, cracks scattered everywhere, and Zhu Xie Tieshan's fist could even break steel.

"Mias...... Lady Selfina ......" he spat out a muffled word, and turned to look around, where the green-robed lady and the white-robed priest lay quietly in the snow, and he was the only one left in the middle of the earth for the Brotherhood. No one could have said that the team led by Madame Serfina could be so vulnerable, with blood dripping from her jaws like an hourglass of fate pouring out the last time left. He knew he was hopeless.

Chepp is a smart man. He had suffered this death countless times during his long time in the Brotherhood, but he survived, surviving as the sole survivor countless times. The Black Knight's god of death, Umang, gave them the ability to open the gates of hell, allowing him to sink into the abyss of flames at any time and place, and use the power of death to resist enemy soldiers. But this time, he didn't plan to run away.

Before leaving, Pope Heroia said: "Sephie, you must win." ”

Madame Serfina sneered, "What if we lose, Your Holiness the Pope?"

The Pope lowered his head with white and blonde hair: "Then don't come back, and flee far away, Sephie." ”

Everyone thought it was just a routine joke between men and women who had an ambiguous relationship, but the Black Knight was keenly aware of Herod's voice. The Pope was not lying, and the look in his eyes that was hiding to the ground was cold and decisive, and that was not the expression that should be expected when sending his lover on a journey. At this moment, Chepp understands that the Brotherhood has abandoned them, and even if they can survive the battle, they will have to flee alone to the vast ice field, and the Brotherhood will execute the losers,—— though they don't know why.

But even without this episode, Chepu still had no intention of running away, because the man in front of him was still standing upright, like a steel bar embedded deep in the ground. In his life, the Black Knight has seen all kinds of enemies, the coward who wept bitterly and begged for the death after being defeated, the brave man who was pierced in the chest and still kept his eyes peeled, the mother who left her baby in exchange for death later, and the despicable who indifferently watched the slaughter of the whole village but cared only about the bread in his hand. The enemy he remembered the most was a strong man he encountered in the Western Continent more than ten years ago, an old man riding a tall dragon elephant, gray-haired, and a waist as straight as a sword. As soon as the knight struck, he pierced Chepp's visor with a long silver cavalry spear, the tip of which stopped at the center of the black knight's brow, and a drop of blood rolled down his nose.

Isaacchios, the Storm Knight, the commander of the Zavi Empire's Dragoons "Golden Hammer", shattered the Black Knight's will in an instant, causing the proud Abyssal Knight to fall from his saddle and fall to one knee and bow down to the determined soul that was too strong to fight. But Isaacchios only shook his head and said nothing. A young nobleman walked from behind the Storm Knight, his tall nose, thin lips, and strange blue and green eyes forming a demagogic charm, and just standing there, the young man caught the attention of the audience.

"I am the nephew of Maximilian the Great and the crown prince of the Zavi Empire. The young man stretched out his arm, and a red double-headed eagle tattoo appeared on his wrist, "Do you want to help me, follow the guidance of the double-headed eagle, and create the glory of the Zavi Empire and the Red Brotherhood? ”

"Yes, yes......" the Black Knight stretched out his trembling arms, "May I ask who I am following ......"

"You follow the Brotherhood because I am a member of the Brotherhood. Jerizavitan the Great smiled and shook Chepp's hand. Storm Knight Isaac Chios seemed to see such a scene not far away, and turned his head to look at the mountains in the sky.

This day changed the fate of Chepu.

And his second impressive enemy was the Zhu Xie Iron Mountain, which was now standing in the wind and snow of the Northern Continent. No one had ever met his head-on impact so simply, it was a conversation of pure power, and the distant desire to survive in the Black Knight's heart had awakened, should he flee with his tail between his legs and sneak back to the side of Emperor Jerizavitan, or would he defeat the enemy in front of him and greet death as a victor?

"Roar......" The Black Knight forcefully removed his entire helmet and threw it into the snow. Beneath the helmet was a terrifying head, magic and skin long burned by the flames of hell, and two gray eyeballs embedded in the blue-black sockets. He staggered to his feet, threw away his great twisted shield, clenched his fists and walked towards his enemies. It was the ninth and final attack, and every step forward felt like a trudge through the mud, with only enough strength left to unleash a punch that carried out the final blow in the name of Grim Reaper. But he believed that the enemy was also the end of the crossbow, and he could feel the drain of his opponent's strength in each violent collision, just like himself, the iron man was also becoming weak and soft, and perhaps he would fall with a single blow?

The "squeak......" Iron Boots sank deep into the snow, which was not the posture of a knight, but the black knight grinned without lips and showed a terrifying smile. Isn't this just a matter of time? Conquer others with strength, or be conquered by others, the loser will die, the winner will live, the weak will eat the strong, and the fittest will survive, and the battle should be carried out in accordance with the immutable laws of nature. One step, two steps, the blood-stained footprints slowly extended towards the enemy, and the figure of Zhu Xie Tieshan remained motionless, was he accumulating strength, or did he always think that there was no need to dodge?

Twenty yards is as far as crossing the mountains. It took a lifetime for Che Pu to come to Zhu Xie Tieshan. The black knight could not suppress the collapse of his body, nor could he suppress the excitement of his mood, there was nothing more luscious than the fruit of victory, and he hated himself for forgetting this taste and repeatedly running away from his fate. He laughed and raised his broken fist, which was so heavy that it could only be pushed out slowly with all his strength.

"Bang. ”

A fist striking a master of boxing in the chest might be powerful enough to knock out a farmer or an unsuspecting soldier, but not enough for a fighter of this level. The Black Knight knew he had lost, his fists slid down, and he hung his head and arms, ready for the humiliating death. But at this time, the iron-like figure suddenly fell backwards, and Zhu Xie Tieshan's body sank heavily into the snow, like a silent sculpture that had been pushed down.

Chepu was stunned. He saw that snow, that red snow. How much blood does a person have to shed to dye such a large patch of snow red? He saw Zhu Xie Tieshan's eyes, a pair of eyes full of resentment and regret, as hard and cold as iron, and the eyes had long lost their lustre. When did the master of boxing die, or did he lose his life after the eighth collision, but the body was too heavy to fall down after death?

The wound on the waist of Zhu Xie Tie Mountain was already the size of a bowl, and the red-robed priest Mias's "Red Prayer Black Star" was forced to stop as soon as it hit him, but the strange corrosive power had already entered his body, devouring the steely muscles from the inside and outside. The boxing master from the East did not heal, the healer in the squad was dead, and the word ice did not show weakness in his dictionary, the heavy impact of the black knight aggravated the injury, and at the moment of death, the blood in his body was almost dry.

"Ha, haha......" The Black Knight suddenly laughed maniacally, "So I won, I won......"

The thrill of victory lasted only a second, "Brush brush." A dark flame flashed, engulfing the upper half of his body. The bodies of the two fell together, fresh blood washing over the freshly congealed snow, drawing a delicate light red on a deep red background.

"It's rude, it's their fight. Mr. W commented.

"Anyway, it's over, do you have to wait until that guy with slippery soles escapes on horseback?" Jeffta, the fallen Darkfire Mage, shrugged unconcernedly, blowing away a wisp of green smoke from his staff.

"There are only four of us left. Mr. W said.

"Those who survived are all good, do you want to talk about this?" asked Jeffta, turning his head.

The Night King said, "No, I mean it would be tiring to bury the bodies of so many people. ”

Jeffta pouted: "I have long said that there is no need to bury the corpse, and there will be no plague in the Northern Continent." Conning towers, it's enough to freeze them up, do it quickly, and we'll have to catch up with the ranks of candidates. ”

An ice wind mage nodded, raised his staff to summon a bigger wind and snow, and as the body was gradually buried by the ice, Mr. W said, "I suddenly felt a little scared. ”

"Afraid of what?" asked Jeffta.

"I'm afraid that when I die, Pamela will not be in front of me. ”