The three warriors of the Luman Empire have already taken their places!

Mr. Zhu Lai was calm and relaxed, standing in the middle of the three. His hands were empty, as if those palms, which were softer and whiter than a woman, had never used a weapon to kill. However, Qi Lang knew very well that when the battle really started, a sword with a cold light would definitely appear—it was Mr. Zhu Lai's sword soul, a tenth-level quality Qingshuang sword.

Qi Lang had heard Ah Wang say that Mr. Zhu Lai's samurai sword was originally a famous weapon that was extremely sharp, and it could be broken by blowing, and cutting gold and jade was as easy as cutting a cucumber. It was with this sword that Mr. Zhu Lai cut the steel lock on the Norman Marquis's Mansion and saved the lonely heart of the only girl. Of course, Qi Lang could be sure that it wouldn't be long before that peerless sword that was merciless everywhere would come in handy.

Standing to the left of Mr. Zhu Lai is the mighty Quill of the gods. He was holding the Violent Tiger Sword in both hands, his eyes were full of murderous energy, Qi Lang was obviously sitting two hundred meters away, but he could still clearly feel the powerful momentum exuded from his body. The strength of the low-level Douzun can only be ranked in the middle of the range among all the contestants, but Quill's innate brave momentum is undoubtedly ranked first. He is a natural warrior, and this gladiatorial arena like today is the best stage for him to show his superhuman strength.

Felix stood on Mr. Zhulai's right side, his steps parting back and forth, and the Holy Light Sword in his hand stood in front of him. It was an extremely obvious defensive method, and it was estimated that it was exactly what Mr. Zhu Lai requested. As the weakest of the three players, he must do everything he can to hold off an opponent so that he can take his place if either Julai or Quill gets the victory. In Qi Lang's opinion, Marcus's decision was a bit too child's play, and the communiqué was a personal vendetta, which obviously shifted more pressure to the shoulders of Mr. Zhulai and Quiel.

Three villains from the Otto Empire finally came up. At the forefront is Lieutenant Roy, who has repeatedly made military exploits on the battlefield of the Mingyu Kingdom. He wasn't tall or strong, and his short brown hair was smeared with oil, which made his forehead look wider. As he raised his sword and nodded to the stands on all sides with his sword in his hand, Qi Lang heard a strange sound behind him, which was the sound of Captain Xin and the members of the Praetorian Guard gritting their teeth.

The thick, round Humpty Dumpty man who followed him was probably Major Joffrey of the Dragon Legion. Qi Lang didn't recognize it, but from the weapon he was carrying, he came up with such a guess. Judging from the shape, it should be a scimitar, more specifically, it looks like a half-cut stainless steel pot lid, the blade is shiny and unusually sharp, and a hole has been dug out near one end of the blade, which is considered a handle, and his fat palm is just embedded in it. Ever since Joffrey stepped into the ring, his small narrowed eyes had been fixed on Quill, and it seemed that he had already chosen his opponent, wanting to add a new bloody record to his bloody reputation with that tall warrior who was famous in the North Lelikum continent.

The one who walked in the last place silently was a strange man. He was slightly taller than Roy, not a big man, and he carried an ancient sword behind him, everything was just ordinary, except that he had a steel mask around his head, making it impossible to recognize his true face. He should be the mysterious master Frost, Qi Lang heard this name from Jenny's window that day, it is said that he once defeated eighteen Douzun-level masters by himself at the beginning, I don't know if there is an exaggeration in this, at least he did not show a superior spiritual power aura on his body. Qi Lang was sure that he must not be Mr. Zhu Lai's opponent, and as long as Felix could hold on, the Luman Empire would have a good chance of winning the battle.

The shout from the minaret rang out again, and it was the referee making the final announcement of the rules: "The game is limited to two hours, and when the gong is sounded at the end, the team with the upper number of people standing in the end wins, and when a competitor falls to the ground with an injury, or voluntarily drops his weapon to declare defeat, the other team must not continue to attack, otherwise the opponent will be awarded the victory......"

The six people on the field dispersed in silence.

Roy smiled and bowed to Mr. Zhulai, raised his arm and pointed to the west side of the arena, and he turned and walked over first. Mr. Zhu Lai nodded to him indifferently, and did not see him make any movement, but suddenly floated in the air, like a light feather, and slowly floated out.

Quill and Joffrey, who had never taken their eyes off their opponents, stepped to the east. This place is closer to the grandstand of the Mingyu Kingdom, and Qi Lang will have a chance to take a good look at the villain and see what kind of ability this bloody knife who is said to have not tasted defeat in a one-on-one decisive battle really has.

Felix was still holding his defensive stance, and the Man in the Iron Mask, who was standing thirty meters away from him, stopped there. It's just that he didn't draw his sword, and he didn't see the slightest preparation, but just clasped his hands in front of his chest, and didn't say a word, not moving.

However, Qi Lang began to feel that something seemed to be quite wrong. It was true that he couldn't sense the aura of spiritual power in that Frost, and that was because his fighting ability and brave fighter were not all the way at all.

He is a cultivator, a cultivator like Mr. Zhu Lai!

Qi Lang felt that in the part of his dantian, there was also an extremely powerful energy, although he seemed to have the ability to suppress the power in his body and prevent the internal qi from expanding, but the internal qi that occasionally seeped out between his breaths still made Qi Lang feel a palpitation.

He should be the strongest!

It seems that there is no exaggeration in Jenny's judgment, this Lovorst is the most threatening of the three contestants in the Otto Empire!

Frost?I think I've heard that name somewhere......

In the process of Qi Lang's efforts to recall, the gong for the official start of the game has sounded!

The first to make a move was Quill!

He sprang up in great strides, and the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling swords as soon as he came up.

"Thunder and Thunder!"

A sword slashed upward, and lightning burst out from the cyan sword body of the Tyrant Tiger Sword, and where the sword was pointing, it seemed that even the air was evacuated in an instant, leaving only tens of millions of fine raindrops scattered in the air, as if swept by a violent wind, like countless projectiles loaded with electric arcs, with a crackling explosion, overwhelmingly attacking the head!

Humpty Dumpty's eyes flickered with horror, he had apparently not expected Quill to attack unreservedly as soon as he came up, so much so that he was noticeably slower by half a beat when he raised his knife to block.

"Boom!" a loud bang came, dirt splashed, and a huge pit appeared in front of you!

Joffrey suffered a dark loss, the cloak behind him had been shattered to pieces, and he himself was also under the impact of that powerful blow, his feet slid backwards more than twenty meters away, and the fat on his face was twitching, which should be a side effect of the powerful current.

Although Joffrey has reached the mid-level Douzun in terms of combat ability, one level higher than Quill, he is a little too supportive, and the sword of defense is too late to use all his strength, and the slippery grass under his feet is extremely unfavorable for him to gain a firm foothold, coupled with the thunder and lightning power of Quill's sword, which is multiplied by the raindrops in the sky, under the combined influence of many unfavorable factors, only one face, Joffrey has already lost the upper hand.

As Quill emphasized when he was training rookies, his most important tactics are strong attacks, one after another like a storm!

After taking advantage of the small blow of one blow, while the opponent has not fully recovered, the second sword wrapped in the power of thunder has arrived!

"Boom!" was another bang, another series of lightning and thunder!

Joffrey staggered back, this time his strength was exerted a lot, judging from the two steps that Quill was shocked back, even if it was a simple competition of strength, he was not left behind. It's just that he was too unlucky, because Quill actually summed up the successful experience from the first sword, and continued to launch an onslaught with his special move, Thunder Furious. Although Quill was able to resist the power of his sword, the raindrops accompanied by electric shock were beyond his control. The feeling of soreness and numbness greatly inhibited his ability to move, and Joffrey must have hated the damn weather by now.

"Mixed ...... Wait, it's not fair, it's not fair!" he cursed, pulling back, trying to dodge Quill's thunderstorm. However, he had already bound his hands and feet, and every time he took two or three steps to escape, he had to tremble for a while in the electric shock, and before a dozen swords had passed, the corner of his left mouth had been crooked, and he looked like a sheep had a seizure. He must have hoped that the unfortunate drizzle would soon clean up, or Quill would have exhausted all his strength, so that he would have a chance to take a break.

"Die, fool!" but Quill doesn't seem to be planning to give his opponent a chance at a fair showdown, "You'll find out what true fairness is when you go down to hell!"

In this way, one chased and the other fled, and the two opponents gradually moved away from the original war zone, and without the sound of the thunder and thunder that shattered the ear drums, Qi Lang could carefully observe Mr. Zhu Lai's battle situation, and at the same time divide some thoughts to recall the origin of that Frost.

Mr. Zhu Lai's result is about to be obtained. Although the thug of the Tiger Cavalry was still struggling to resist, the long sword in his hand had been cut off, and the sword moves he could hand out were basically not too threatening.

Unlike the fierce fight between the two sides, Felix and the Man in the Iron Mask were still standing in their respective positions, and it looked like more than twenty minutes had passed, but neither of them seemed to have any intention of attacking.