"Ho! Ha! Hey! A man with a double hammer shouted and walked into the knife formation. He had dark skin, strong muscles, and a conspicuous scar on his broad chest.

The Isam Alliance leader smiled, "Leader Ryan, thank you for your hard work. ”

Ryan raised his face and replied confidently: "Don't worry, the Isam Alliance Leader, I will personally use this pair of hammers to talk to her sincerity." ”

Off the pitch, Craigie whispered to Zahir: "Ryan's twin hammers are full of brute force, you better keep your distance from him." ”

Zahir took a sip of the wine in his glass, thanked Craigie in a low voice, stood up, straightened the scimitar behind his back, and strode into the ring.

As she walked towards the knife formation, the surrounding tribal sandfolk took out the snail number one after another. They seemed to have a trumpet in their hands, puffed out their cheeks, and sounded the battle horn one after another.

Hides and drums rattled, and some of the men resembling military bands held long and short hollow sticks in their hands and slapped rhythmically on their shoulders. These sticks seem to be filled with sand and gravel, and they make a clattering sound.

With these chaotic sounds, those brave warriors have lined up a majestic hill with steel swords in hand. The swords glittered and made people shudder—it was indeed an insurmountable barrier.

Zahir's heart tensed slightly, and she remembered what Craigie had just said: this "knife mountain" is not an immovable rock mountain, and these soldiers will change their positions at any time, and they must be dealt with carefully.

Ryan on the opposite side jumped up, and his feet actually stood on two cold and shining blades!

When Zahir looked closely, he realized: these sharp knives, as terrifying as they looked, were actually only sharp edges. So she did the same, and jumped on this "knife mountain" with a whizz.

Unexpectedly, this foreign knight was so bold that the always bold leader Heru shouted loudly: "Leader Craigie really didn't see the wrong person, this is a kind of character!" ”

Ryan stood on the top of the "Knife Mountain" with two sledgehammers in his hands, and looked at Zahir with sharp eyes, "There are two hits, see if you have the ability to pass my level." ”

Zahir pulled out two scimitars and carefully examined Ryan's twin hammers, "Whether I have the ability or not, I have to go over and bet on my glory as a knight." ”

"Then it depends on your glory, and it can withstand a few hammers." Ryan swung his hammer as he spoke, slamming it at Zahir.

Zahir took a deep breath, his mind already guarded. She feigned attack, and with a swing of the scimitar in her hand, her body retreated.

Is this outsider mistaken? Almost all of the sandmen find it inexplicable.

She should have climbed over this "mountain of knives", and now it seems that her next step is to fall from the knife bush.

Ryan smiled at the corner of his eye, as if to say: What a weak challenger. The warhammer in hand also stopped the offensive.

His smile was fleeting.

Zahir took three steps back and suddenly slashed at him—not at Ryan, but at the steel knife at his feet.

Her scimitar hooked the "mountain of knives" like a hook, and then with the power of this hook and pull, she suddenly jumped into the air and kicked Ryan in the face with both feet!

Ryan thought that Zahir must have fallen, who would have thought that she would fight back. Subconsciously block with the hammer.

As we all know, hammers are not very good at parrying. When Zahir kicked the hammer, her strength combined with the weight of the hammer almost smashed into Ryan's face.

Ryan screamed miserably and was beaten back a few steps, but fortunately, the soldiers in this knife formation were all from the tribe, and they quickly changed their formation and used the blade to support Ryan's feet so as not to let him fall.

Zahir took advantage of the moment of the change of formation, and threw the scimitar in both hands at the same time, and at the moment when the scimitar flew, she had already taken off and jumped towards the peak of the "Knife Mountain".

Ryan shook his head, roared loudly, and swung his hammer in pursuit of Zahir. But Zahir's body was nimble like a loach, deftly burrowing through the knife bushes.

And the two scimitars in the air will also attack from behind from time to time, and the hit will make Lai An'an upset.

"Damn it, stop!" Ryan was furious, roaring as a hammer flew out of Zahir's heart.

Apparently he had forgotten that Zahir's scimitar was actually a throwing weapon, and that the other party's flying weapon was clearly her forte.

Zahir didn't even raise his head, he caught the scimitar with his left hand and picked it up, and the flying hammer actually circled around her twice, and flew back towards Ryan at a faster speed!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ryan hurriedly held the hammer with both hands and riveted enough strength to block the blow. And just as he was busy shooting down his own flying hammer, Zahir had already jumped from the other side of the "knife mountain".

"Bang!" A gong sounded behind Heru, and he smiled at the leader of the Isam League, "Looks like I won this game?" ”

Issam touched his chin, "The leader of Heru really has a vicious eye, I didn't expect this foreign knight to have some ability." ”

Heru squinted his eyes triumphantly, "Where, where, I just trust the eyes of the Craigie chief." ”

Zahir bowed down and gave Ryan a knightly salute: "What a offense. ”

Seeing her like this, Ryan couldn't continue to get angry, so he could only pat his chest and say, "You won, move on." Warrior! ”

Zahir nodded in gratitude and gasped for breath as he made his way to Craigie's tent. Her feet were actually shaking with fear, but she insisted on not letting herself go limp.

"Good fight, sit down." Craigie brought her another glass of wine, "There are still two steps left to meet His Highness Hamid. ”

"This step almost killed me." Zahir whispered.

Craigie shook his head, "Damn it, you haven't seen it yet." ”

As the two of them spoke, the sword array in the central ring had been removed, and the honor guards with hollow logs appeared again. It's just that this time the rhythm of their beating is obviously different from the last time, and it seems to be more wild and fanatical.

The surrounding sandfolk sounded the horn in unison again, and in the center of the ring appeared two voodoo priests in pitch-black masks, chanting mysterious incantations and dancing with their hands unaware of what they were praying for.

The tribal soldier with a knife just now came carrying a large amount of dry wood, firewood and grass, and piled it up into a large firewood pile. The two priests lit a fire that symbolized divine power during prayers.

The priests' prayers grew louder and louder, and the flames grew brighter and brighter. The flames were like the flames of hell, and above the blazing flames, three iron chains were pulled.

Zahir put down his glass, "Indeed, this is the damn thing. She knew it would be a life-or-death test.

"Two hints for you." Craigie's deep voice sounded, "First, the chain will not only shake, but if it burns for a long time, it will also get hot. ”

Zahir instantly understood that the longer this level dragged on, the worse it would be for her.

"Drink!" There was a loud shout from the chain, and a handsome young man with a long stick was already standing on one of the chains. I saw that his eyes were like torches, and he was as imposing as a god of fire in the flames.

Craigie said softly, "Nabino, the sworn brother of the Lord of Isam. My second tip to you is this: watch out for the fire at both ends of his stick. ”

Zahir nodded, and jumped on a chain as well. Three swaying chains lay across the sea of fire, each one baked by the heat, and even though it had only been a few minutes, it had already begun to burn its feet.

"Brave outsiders, come to the test of fire!" Nabino shouted. The long stick in his hand whirled and rushed towards Zahir.

On such a chain, Zahir simply couldn't go too fast. Watching Nabino rush at him with a stick, Zahir's scimitar flew out of her hand, and then she leaped onto the third chain and staggered forward.

Nabino dodged the flying scimitar, saw that Zahir wanted to slip under his men, and yelled: "Don't want to go! As soon as he finished speaking, flames erupted from both ends of the long stick in his hand.

The flames accompanied the shadow of the stick, forming a blazing barrier that tried to stop Zahir's advance.

Zahir struggled to breathe as she tried to dodge Nabino's attacks, but never found a chance to break through: like a deft cheetah shuttling through a sea of fire, Nabino fell in search of an opportunity to attack; And I can only concentrate on the shaking iron chain to maintain my balance!

The chains swayed, the flames kept blazing, and Zahir's body was slippery as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Look at the move!" Nabino suddenly jumped to his feet and jumped towards Zahir. And at this moment, Zahir suddenly had a thrill in his mind!

She kicked hard under her feet, and her body flew towards another chain. But as soon as she jumped, she threw the scimitar in her hand with all her might.

When!

The chain she had stepped on had broken at the sound of a sound, and Nabino's toes hadn't had time to step on it!

"Cunning fellow!" Nabino hurriedly crossed the long stick and rested it between the two chains. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zahir hurriedly ran to the other side of the sea of fire.

A flash of approval flashed in Nabino's eyes: "This woman is very clever. Then he rolled over and jumped onto a chain, and quickly caught up with Zahir. The long stick in his hand slashed at Zahir's back with flames, like a fire of heavenly punishment!

The chain was only ten steps away, but it was already scorching hot. Zahir knew that there was no time to spend any more time with Nabino, so he simply threw himself forward and plunged himself headlong into the raging flames.

Nabino reacted, her double knives hooked the chain, and she actually swung her body from under the chain, and struggled to jump out of the category of "sea of fire".

"Isam Alliance, how can she pass under the chain?" The sharp-chin Jamie boss caught the handle and said indignantly.

Heru laughed, "The rules were set by the ancestors, and they only said that they had to pass through the 'sea of fire', but they didn't say that they had to pass through the chain. ”

"You ......" Jamie Leader glared at him viciously, his goatee trembling.

Heru tilted his head and smiled, "As long as you don't go around the edge, even if you walk through the fire, it's called 'walking through the fire'." ”

As he spoke, he ignored Jamie's gaze and raised his face to look at the other leaders, "Is there something wrong with what I said?" ”

Naturally, the other leaders remained silent. And the head of the Isam League saw that everyone had no opinion, so he smiled and said: "Since everyone agrees, then the second level of this warrior will be passed." ”