At that moment, Zilang thought that Quill was dead.

When the thunderbolt of thunder and lightning that was like a hundred-year-old tree descended from the sky and swept in with a thunderous force, Frost did not block it head-on. He just dodged lightly, and this time Qi Lang was so engrossed that he could see it very clearly.

It was a ghostly figure that walked left and right in the midst of lightning and thunder, as if the ultra-high pressure of the thunderstorm did not affect his steps in the slightest, or rather, he was simply flying against the wind with the help of the air between the high and low pressures. That made him so fast that even Mr. Zhu Lai, who gave up his original strategy and pounced quickly, couldn't catch up with him.

Quill's trick missed. His huge, shiny body was completely exposed to the sword light of the Sword of Loyalty!

The lightning-fast sword was almost fatal.

Qi Lang accurately captured the whereabouts of the sword light this time. It was an extremely precise and ruthless sword, the sword was spitting out, white as snow, and the place where the sword pointed was Quill's heart!

That sword is so fast!

Qi Lang even felt that the sword was faster than he could think, let alone let out an exclamation nervously.

Quill apparently noticed that he had become a huge target, but the sword in his hand was still in the middle of the sword and could not be retreated, and the only thing he could do was to retreat and dodge, trying to dodge the fatal blow at the last moment. However, as Dodim mentioned beforehand, his sacrum injury has not fully recovered, and his reaction speed is about a thousandth of a second slower than usual, but in a master duel, that thousandth of a second is a huge gap that cannot be bridged.

The sword is coming!

In the short moment when his eyelids were about to blink, the sword was already extremely close to the left of Quill's chest!

And at that moment, a black shadow poured out of Quill's body, and at the very front of that black shadow flickered a bright silver light - it was Ardis and his horn!

"Boom!"

The horn on Ardis's head struck Frost's sword with precision. It was a life-or-death impact, which made Frost's sword just deviate by more than ten centimeters, and those more than ten centimeters were enough to save Quill's life.

"Click!"

The sword of loyalty pierced through her body, stabbing past Quill's shoulder socket. Before Quill could let out a roar, Frost's palm had slashed at his thick neck.

Quill fainted and fell to the ground, his angry shouting and the thunderstorm of his sword swinging gone.

"The game is suspended!"

Before Mr. Zhu Lai, who arrived quickly, joined the battle group, the referee's area on the spire in the northwest corner sounded the sound of a loudspeaker.

"For the time being, there is a question that we need to explore. ”

The referee representatives from all four corners ran down and hurriedly gathered together, nervously discussing something.

At the same time, the Luman Medics rushed into the arena with Meggie, ran to Quill as fast as they could, and carried the bodies of the intrepid warrior and another warrior down on a stretcher. During this time, Ardis had been watching the Man in the Iron Mask with a wary gaze, his pale yellow eyes almost erupting in flames.

"He didn't hurt the vital point, he could live. Mei Ji confirmed to Mr. Zhu Lai, "Please, Mr. Zhu Lai." ”

Zhu Lai nodded, but did not answer, just looked at the opponent in front of him with a hesitant expression. But Frost didn't look back, and he was speechless again, like a cold, lifeless walking corpse.

At this time, the referee area came to a conclusion, and they retreated, and soon the horn in the referee's area sounded again: "Due to our negligence, there is a loophole in the rules of the game, and I apologize here." It is now revised as follows: the number of participants in each team is limited to three people who have registered, and the help of pets, including others, in any way will be considered a foul and will be disqualified. In the following battles, we ask all participants to release their pets in advance, and their activity area will be strictly limited to the spectator seats of each participating group. ”

The chatter on the sidelines of the arena finally rang out, some laughing at the organizers' stupidity, some lamenting Quill's immortality, and some talking about the mysterious Frost. They didn't expect that strange man to be so powerful, if according to the combat level of the brave fighter, he was already at the end of the middle-level Douzun, and he was infinitely close to the high-level Douzun, and according to the historical records, on this continent, in the history of civilization for two or three thousand years, only three or five people had ever reached the high-level Douzun. But that's just a legend, no one has seen it with their own eyes, and no one has the honor to face such a super-soldier's lightning strike head-on.

After announcing the revisions to make amends, and seeing the one-horned leopard reluctantly retreat with Maggie, the gong sounded for the resumption of the game. The last five minutes, the crucial five minutes, finally arrived.

Now, only Mr. Zhulai and Frost are left on the field, and this is a duel between two peerless masters, which will determine the victory or defeat between the two most powerful military powers in the world, the Luhmann Empire and the Otto Empire.

In Qi Lang's opinion, this is somewhat ridiculous, because the two people on the field turned out to be warriors from the Zonghao Kingdom, and seriously speaking, they should still know each other - if that Frost is really Dong Hong's father.

Mr. Zhu Lai did not rush to make a move, but stood there and maintained a defensive posture.

"Who are you?" he asked, frowning. He was asking the question in Middle-earth, and it was clear that he was also doubting the true identity of the Man in the Iron Mask.

Frost slowly turned his body around and faced Mr. Zhu Lai head-on, tilting his head as if to recognize the face in front of him.

"Who are you?" Frost actually asked rhetorically, his tone and tone were exactly the same as Zhu Lai's, as if he was simply imitating his opponent's language, but his voice was lower, and his words were slightly stiff, as if the language he was speaking had been forgotten by him for a long time.

"I'm Zhu Lai. Mr. Zhu Lai patiently replied, "You must have heard of this name, and I am very sure of it." ”

"Zhu Lai......" His body trembled slightly, and his idle left hand was also raised, and he pressed his steel head hard: "You are Zhu Lai...... I should have heard of this name?"

"Recall vigorously. Mr. Zhu Lai's voice began to become nervous, "You must be able to remember, I ask you, you must remember those glorious years, those days and nights we fought together!"

"Zhu Lai...... Zhu Lai ......" Frost muttered the name, and his voice changed from the original stiffness to the end, showing a rare trace of kindness, "Our glorious years ......"

"Frost!" Billy's voice rang out from the south stand, mercilessly ending his attempt to reclaim himself with the tools in his hands. Probably thanks to his experience in Middle-earth, he was able to understand Middle-earth, but at the moment he still had to use the language of brute ghosts to carry out the purpose of control: "Memories are only illusory pain, and the present is real and perfect." Kill him, just as you swore to me, kill the enemy in front of you, glory belongs only to the future!"

Under Mr. Zhulai's pained gaze, Frost humbly bowed to Billy.

"You're dead!" Frost turned around and said coldly to Zhu Lai. His brute language was transformed with great skill, as if it were his own language.

"No!" Mr. Zhu Lai's sword trembled, "Wake up, you must wake up!"

"You're dead!!"

It was like an oath of loyalty, an oath made by a former warrior to a despicable and wicked.

Frost's figure floated. It was a cultivator's flying magic, but at the moment it was being used against his former compatriots, his friends who were once like brothers.

The sharp sword light couldn't stop spilling from the air, and Mr. Zhu Lai was dodging left and right, and in a blink of an eye, there were already more than ten blood marks on his body.

It was the only cultivator's swordsmanship that Qi Lang had mastered, every move was extremely fast and exquisite, and every sword was subtle, even compared to the display of the dustless old man that day. He is a super-first-class master, and against such a master, if Mr. Zhu Lai continues to dodge like this, there is no chance of victory at all!

Sure enough, Mr. Zhu Lai decided to fight back. After retreating from the light net woven by Frost, he also flew, and the Qingfrost Sword flew in the air, and the sword light returned one after another.

In mid-air, I saw two clouds of light and shadow hovering staggeredly, and one after another sword qi flew vertically and horizontally!

Their swordsmanship is the same, and the figures of the two are equally chic and elegant, the difference is that Frost's sword qi is more condensed, and the power is obviously superior, there is no doubt that his skill is deeper, and he holds a holy sword in his hand, which magnifies that advantage a lot.

It was as if in the blink of an eye, and five minutes were coming to an end. While Qi Lang was nervously watching the battle, he glanced at it with his spare eyes, the magistrate had already raised the gong mallet in his hand, and Mr. Zhu Lai only needed to withstand these two seconds, and the Luman Empire would finally win because it was the first to take the lead.

However, at this moment, the two swords suddenly intersected in the air, and after a crisp sound, the extremely sharp Qingshuang Sword had been broken into two!

The sword qi rushed and hit Mr. Zhu Lai's shoulder with an unstoppable momentum!

"Phew!"

He planted it and fell into the grass with a thud.

"Dang!"

The gong sounded, and just before Mr. Zhu Lai struggled to support his body, the result of the game was already decided!

"It's time! Otto's Empire wins!"