The confrontation in silence continued for another ten minutes or so, and Quill had been chasing Humpty Dumpty for nearly ten weeks, but Felix and the Man in the Iron Mask remained motionless, as if they had just come to stay up for two hours, and as soon as the gong sounded, the two men would shake hands and return to their camp with their burdens unloaded.

Although Quill's thunder was like thunder, the discussion on the sidelines could still be faintly heard. No one could figure out what the two men in the middle were up to, and on the face of it, it was an extremely obvious negative game. As the initiator of the event, the Dongyi camp in the west was the most vocal voice of mockery.

"Don't waste time, two wastes, it's okay to pretend to make two strokes!"

"If you're worried that you'll pee your pants if you move a little, please at least go back to your camp so that you don't interfere with the other two fights. ”

The man in the iron mask was unmoved, as if the thick iron sheet sealed his face and blocked his ears. But Felix didn't seem to be able to go any further. Qi Lang understands Felix's character, he is a guy who attaches great importance to face, otherwise the bottleneck in the development of combat ability will definitely not be one of the main reasons for him to defect to the devil. Qi Lang really hoped that he would not act rashly at this time, because the current situation should be the most favorable.

Mr. Zhulai had already pressed the tip of his sword against Roy's throat, forcing him to throw away his weapon in anger. And Quill is also approaching the desired result, under his efforts, the notorious bloody knife is on the verge of collapse, it is estimated that he will soon be unable to bear the dilemma of blindly fleeing for his life, and if he forcibly launches a fight under extremely unfavorable circumstances, Quill is likely to completely crush him with the help of drizzle, with a full force of thunder.

If Mr. Zhulai and Quill finally achieve victory, then the Luman Empire will have an absolute advantage in numbers, and if they gather the strength of three people and consume the last hour, the victory will be unavoidable.

But if Felix had broken the deadlock and attacked the Man in the Iron Mask, he would have been defeated in a very short period of time, and to put it more seriously, it would have been difficult for him to save his life.

But Felix couldn't take it anymore. He began to move tentatively, moving towards his opponent's side step by step, the sword in his hand trembling slightly. Frost looked like he was asleep, still standing unconscious, not even his face turning with Felix.

Felix saw an opportunity, and he was going to attack, launching an attack that he thought was a sure hit!

"Taste my sword, you coward!"

Finally, Felix let out a loud roar, and his body suddenly pulled up, concentrating all his strength, and slashed towards the top of Frost's head. Qi Lang noticed that a dazzling white light flashed at the tip of Felix's sword, it was the sword light forced out by the Junior Douzun with all his strength, and that white light shot out six or seven meters away.

His strength was not weak!As Qi Lang had judged in advance, he had indeed barely reached the combat level of a Beginner Douzun, and the time for his promotion was probably in the few days since he arrived in the Dongmo Plain.

Felix worked hard, and judging by his performance on the field, he didn't train so desperately because he was trying to crush Marcus's plot to cost him his life. He wanted to win back his reputation in this much-anticipated decisive battle like a true warrior, and even if he really died under the sword of his opponent, he would die with pride and dignity.

"Don't come nonsense, Felix!" Mr. Zhulai shouted, he had already won his opponent, and was speeding towards the center of the field, "Withdraw, withdraw!"

But Mr. Zhulai's eager shouts were completely ignored by Felix.

He should have done it on purpose, Qi Lang clearly saw Felix's facial expression. His eyes were round, his hooked nose was completely wrinkled, and his teeth were clenched, which made him look a little hideous, even more hideous than the Felix who was Credon on the shores of Lake Narlon.

But that kind of hideous expression was more pleasing to the eye in Qi Lang's eyes than when he was dressed up in a smooth and smooth manner. Because he is fighting for his own honor, for the honor of the Spiral Army!

"Don't!" Qi Lang stood up nervously, and a nervous reminder from his heart rushed out.

At this moment, Qi Lang found that for the first time in his life, he was on the side of little Fili - he was indeed a despicable fellow, and in order to achieve his goal, he sold the soul of a warrior to the evil devil. What he did had brought the Spinner Warriors to shame and the title of Warrior to shame, but now he was trying to redeem it with his own efforts.

He's becoming a respectable warrior!

Hearing Qi Lang's nervous exclamation, Gulf, Owu, and Jira also stood up. They probably didn't realize what kind of danger Felix was in, or rather, they were secretly applauding Felix's powerful blow. They have all sided with little Fili and become his loyal supporters, just because they all once shared a common name - the Warriors of the Vorthorn Army!

A tragic scene happened.

That scene, even Qi Lang himself did not see clearly. He only felt that the man in the iron mask standing there seemed to shake slightly, as if a phantus had appeared on him, and faintly, there seemed to be a sword light flashing behind him. Immediately after, Felix froze in place, gasping for breath, the battle intent in his eyes gradually disappearing.

"Little Fili!" Mr. Zhulai snatched it up and pressed Felix to the chest.

The blood slowly stained Mr. Zhu Lai's white palm. Felix has been stabbed, right in the center!

He slowly raised his head, his lips squirming, as if he was whispering something, but even Mr. Zhu Lai couldn't hear the words in his mouth clearly, let alone Qi Lang, who was hundreds of meters away.

Marcus stood up in the north stand, his expression a little complicated, but it is estimated that the original resentment has been eliminated at this moment. Dodim also stood up, his brow furrowed and his pale face showing obvious grief. He didn't have to keep an eye on the ex, Credon, because Felix was dead, smiling like a proud warrior and closing his eyes.

At the same moment, Quill had the final result.

As Qi Lang judged, Joffrey could not bear the dilemma of blindly fleeing for his life, and planned to fight to the death and break the net with Quill who had the upper hand. He roared, and the strange scimitar in his hand turned diagonally. That should be his famous trick "bloody oppression"!

For a moment, the snow bright sword light formed a network of light, gathered from all directions, and rolled straight towards Quill who was striding forward.

That's the opportunity Quill was waiting for. In the hundreds of attacks before, he has been effectively controlling his strength, although the stunt of the Thunder Rush consumes the spiritual power in his body very much, he has long clearly judged the situation, and has been reserving that fatal blow for Joffrey!

"Come on, Seed!" he shouted angrily like thunder, and the Tyrant Tiger Sword flashing with blue light was raised above his head, "Your time of death has come!"

A furious sword is in the air!

Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, and the loud sound spread from the center of the empty arena to the outside world, forcing all the spectators to cover their ears in panic.

"Boom!"

Dirt flying!

The raindrops scattered around him turned into a deep cloud of water vapor, which rose upwards until it rose to a height of 20 meters in the air, and then slowly spread out in all directions, forming a huge mushroom-shaped cloud.

Quill flew out, a hundred meters away, until he hit the steel fence next to him before he stopped.

Joffrey was still standing, though he was clearly the more injured one.

At this moment, the blood knife has turned into an electric knife, and there are blue and purple arcs shining everywhere on his body, and his fat head has completely turned into a coke!

With a thud, Joffrey's body fell to the ground, his ugly soul and his notoriety would appear in hell, and what awaited him would be the merciless judgment of the gods and the never-ending torture of purgatory!

Amid the shouts of more than three hundred cheerleaders, and the shouting and scolding of Mrs. Rupert, Quill crawled to his feet. Two more blood marks appeared on his square face, and the steel armor on his body had rotted into a pile of broken pieces of iron. Still, he stood up, walked firmly, and walked step by step to the center of the battlefield.

"Felix is dead?" he shouted to Mr. Zhu Lai for confirmation, "that bastard killed our warrior?"

Mr. Zhulai slowly lowered Felix's body to the ground, straightened up again, and nodded heavily at Quill, "He's dead, and we've lost a proud warrior. ”

Quill's fists clenched tightly, and his footsteps quickened. "That means my sword needs to be plunged into the heart of another villain!" Quill growled. The angry roar seemed to be more deafening than the loud noise that had erupted in the arena before.

"Wait, Quill!" but Mr. Julai stood in the way of Quill, "We want results, remember, don't let anger disrupt the rhythm, Felix doesn't want us to lose this game." ”

Quill was still angry and lucky. And at this moment, Qi Lang finally remembered a key detail!