The final match was set for the evening, and when Vanolo entered the arena, Vamoro was already standing. There was no accident, and it was not as expected by Wu Lu, Wu Lu's final opponent was this man who exuded a mysterious aura all over his body, making him feel cold all over his body.

I saw him holding a black cold spear in his hand, and he stood there calmly and calmly, without any hint of nervousness, like a leisurely rich boy who was traveling.

He had watched his matches, and although the opponents he had met along the way were not strong, all the games were won by defeating the enemy with one move, which made him have to be cautious.

But there is nothing to be afraid of, since he stood on this ring, he didn't think about giving up, but Wu Wulu's fighting spirit gradually became agitated.

Vamoro was obviously in a very good mood, and on that face full of smiles, Wu Lu could really feel a little real happiness, but he saw a chill on his back.

As the sound of war drums stirred in the Colosseum, "Kill! "The cheers started, the murderous spirit was raised, and Wu Lu took the lead in making a move, and the demon knife went out to sea like a silver dragon, cutting the air, and the footsteps were not hurried, step by step. In that seemingly steady footsteps, Wu Wu Lu was slowly accumulating his original energy, accumulating strength step by step, just waiting for a thunderous blow.

The handover of the knife and the gun is an instantaneous alternation of life and death, and it is the ultimate confrontation between the knife and the gun. There is a saying in the Eastern Wilderness Continent: out of ten people who use guns, there are usually nine large pits that have a false appearance, and the other is the Tongtian Belt that sweeps the same level. The person who wields the gun is either an invincible god or a ghost who has never been victorious.

At the moment of the shot, the aura on the body of the demon Luo suddenly changed, as if he had changed a person, and his whole body always exuded an amazing killing intent and a thick smell of blood, and at a glance, he knew that he had experienced all kinds of life and death battles, and people who crawled out of the pile of dead people, such people usually have a lot of actual combat experience, and they are decisive in killing, and they are extremely difficult. Although they are both military generals, they are far more dangerous than the arrogant flowers born in the greenhouse of William III in front of them.

The demon knife flowed with silver light, whistling like the wind. The cold gun rotates the black mang, and the brake is flowing. The unique sound of metal clashes accompanied by the high-pitched shouts of people in the Colosseum gradually stimulated the heat of the confrontation.

The swift demon knife has no rules at all, there are no rules at all, only the simplest fast, only the most direct fast, unbelievably fast, so fast that it is lightning fast, and it is too fast to parry.

"Good knife technique!" Vamoro praised without hesitation, in the face of this unpredictable sword path, Vamoro used his strength to control the fast, his moves broke through a thousand jun, and he lifted his weight like a light, a pair of strange swordsmanship. For a time, the two sides fought in the dust, the sky fell apart, and the heaven and earth seemed to be overshadowed.

"Protect the world, sword wings and eagles!" Suddenly, he was surprised to see Wu Lu jumping into the air, and at the same time carrying a pair of huge sword wings, two silver sword wings spread their wings in the air like a big peng, and suddenly formed a magnificent scene.

"Holy Spear King Kong Break!" In the face of the strong move pressure realm, the Demon Killer Luo Shou showed a solemn expression, quickly destroyed the original energy of his body, and defended it with all his might.

The huge Origin Blade slashed down with the Wild Land Slashing and slashed towards the Demon Luo Dangkong, and in the huge exclamation of everyone, the two male forces of "Boom" burst out, instantly forming a dazzling light, and suddenly the sand and gravel flew away, the wind and clouds changed, and the ground cracked and landslided.

After the huge impact, the land fell straight down from the sky like a peregrine falcon. In the next moment, the weapons of both sides collided again. The handover is the re-confrontation between the knife and the gun, and the ultimate confrontation between force and force.

In the midst of the sparkling clashes, the two of them flew backwards. Just as Wu Wulu's figure had just stood firm, and he was about to strike again, he saw Vanmo Luo smile at him, and then put down the cold spear in his hand.

Wu Lu was stunned, not knowing what he meant.

"Congratulations, Wu Wulu, you've won." Vamoro raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender.

"Is this a towel?" The audience was in an uproar. Suddenly, all kinds of angry shouts and ridicule suddenly erupted from the audience. For a while, countless curses and boos came overwhelmingly.

Since ancient times, where there are events, there is naturally a gambling handicap, although the reputation of Vamoro is not good, but the talent of martial arts is unquestionable, has always been the first person of the younger generation in the province of Daslaja. In addition, the games in front of him were like a bamboo, and they all won with a crushing momentum, which attracted countless people to bet on him at any cost, and even spent all their family property, just for the sake of wealth and danger, and now he admits defeat inexplicably, which can be said to be a lot of people, and naturally he will inevitably be insulted.

But Vamoro didn't care about this at all, and didn't even bother to pretend to be injured, and left the scene very indifferently, with a shallow smile on his face, as if all this in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Look, Brother Wulu won, Brother Wulu won the championship, I said that Brother Wulu was very strong, but you don't believe it." In the audience, Meng Keer waved her hands vigorously and screamed loudly, as if she had won the championship of the martial arts competition.

Monica next to him didn't say a word, staring directly at Wu Lu who was still in the field, and a faint crimson rarely appeared on that beautiful face: This bastard is obviously a military general, and he actually hid behind me during the first test, it's really shameless!

At the thought of this, Monica couldn't help but be annoyed, her teeth itched with hatred, and her gaze at Wu Lu was not so friendly.

And at the highest point of the Colosseum, a pair of falcon-like eyes calmly watched the audience, and there was no expression on that majestic face, and his mind was unpredictable.

"Although this young master of the Fa family has won the inheritance of the bishop's spell of the church, it is a pity that his combat skills are too powerful, but they are not suitable for the ring competition. Otherwise, the strength of the Evar family may not admit defeat easily. A middle-aged man sitting next to him said with a little regret.

Yinhai Mengzhu nodded unexpectedly, seemingly agreeing with this person's statement. The middle-aged man was stunned, he had a deep friendship with the head of the Fa family, so he wanted to say something good for the young master of the Fa family who easily admitted defeat in the ring, and he didn't want this usually moody city lord to have no meaning of blame at this time, but it was beyond his expectations.

Suddenly, he was reminded of a rumor that had been circulating in the city of Dasla that the Lord of One City was holding a jousting tournament in order to find a powerful young genius to seize an extremely rare secret medicine in the arcane realm. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man also knew it.

After all, compared to Vamiro, who had the cardinal's support behind him, this equally powerful but unbackgrounded alien genius was obviously easier to control.

In this way, Wu Lu inexplicably won the championship of this martial arts competition.

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The city of Dasraga, the lord's house.

By this time, night had already fallen. The special venue for the cocktail party in the city lord's mansion is brilliantly lit and brilliant, making people beautiful. At this moment, under the performance of the band, beautiful dance music floated to every corner of the venue. On the wide dance floor of the venue, a pair of handsome men and beautiful women danced beautifully.

Elegantly talkative guests whispered to each other, with the occasional sound of glass clashing. For a time, the whole cocktail party was fragrant and beautiful, with delicious wine and food, singing and dancing.

In the VIP room on the second floor above the venue, Yinhai Mengyu was standing in front of the window, holding a wine glass and looking down at the dance floor below.

"This is the Sansheng Liyan Flower?" Behind him, Wu Wu Lu was seriously looking at the illustrated book on the file in his hand.

Naturally, a banquet was indispensable after the tournament, and that night, the City Lord's Mansion held a grand banquet to celebrate the complete success of the tournament. It's just that in the middle of the banquet, as the champion, Wu Wulu was taken to the second floor alone by the guards in the City Lord's Mansion.

"This three-life flame flower is a unique holy medicine in the secret realm of the arcane world, and it is also the only solution to the stubborn illness of the little girl. Over the years, the little girl has suffered from this stubborn disease, and now it is even more fateful, whether the little girl's life can survive, it all depends on your thoughts, and I hope that you can spend more thought after entering the secret realm. At this moment, Yinhai Mengwan is no longer a hero who controls the power of life and death in the city, but is just the father of a young and critically ill girl.

Wu Lu smiled bitterly in his heart, this trip to the secret realm of the arcane world is really a heavy task. Not only do you have to find the long-lost Wind Splitting Feather Spear for the Simon family, but you also have to find this mysterious and rare Sansheng Liyan Grass. It's a pity that the people of Wuwu are soft-spoken, and there is no room for refusal, but fortunately, there is half a year, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Moreover, Yinhai Mengzhu knows the truth that "if you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse grass", not only agreed to exempt the Nicol family from taxes, but also promised many benefits, of course, the premise is that Wu Wu Lu has to bring back the Sansheng Liyan Grass.

At this time, Yinhai Mengzhu did not hesitate to play the family card, and he could not tolerate any refusal from Wu Lu.

Finally, Wu Lu closed the file and asked, "Then when will I leave?" ”

"If you can, it's best to leave tomorrow, and when you get to Kohler Dragon City, you still need to do some work up and down." Yinhai Dream said with a smile.

The trip was scheduled for the early morning of the next day, and the accompanying person was a woman wrapped in a black robe, her face was covered with a black cloth, and only a pair of green eyes were exposed, and she couldn't see her age, standing there silent, only to learn from the mouth of Yinhai Mengji that her name was Night Ghost.

Instead of holding a grand farewell ceremony for Silversea Dreamland, and Silversea didn't tell anyone else that he was leaving, Silversea Dreamman sent the two of them all the way to the bridge a few miles away from Darraga City.

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, the two of them, Wu Lu and the Night Ghost, rode their horses and galloped quickly into the vast distance, until the end of the sky.

Yinhai Mengzhu stood alone in place, and only turned to leave after seeing the figures of the two completely disappear, but the moment he turned around, his gaze, which had originally hung a little hope, instantly changed back to the gloomy and indifferent way of the past.