This Frost, Qi Lang had heard of it earlier. It was in Senta City, when he was on an expedition to the Otto Empire with Lieutenant Colonel Dodim and William, and the name was mentioned by the Gouie. At that time, he thought that Qi Lang's swordsmanship was somewhat similar to Frost's, and Qi Lang also guessed that this Frost must have defected from the Zonghao Kingdom to a despicable traitor, who not only turned his back on his country, but also taught the Swift Wind Sword Technique to the enemy Crown Prince Goui!

Now, the traitor had finally appeared, and though he had concealed his ugly face with a steel mask, it was only a disguise of panic in his heart.

He may be a warrior with high combat effectiveness, but he is a coward like a mouse in his bones! He was frightened by the bloody slaughter of the Otto Empire, and he trembled and knelt at the feet of the villains, and then sold his soul and became the murderous tool of the Otto Empire!

This vile and shameless coward!

Just as Qi Lang tried his best to suppress his anger, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person's arm trembling slightly out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look over and saw that Sergeant Dong Hong, whose face was pale, was clenching his fists, his eyes were red.

"What's wrong?" Qi Lang coughed lightly, lowered his voice and asked Dong Hong, "What did you find wrong?"

"That sword ......" Dong Hong bit his lower lip hard, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "That seems to be my father's sword, the sword of loyalty!"

"What!"

Not only Qi Lang was taken aback, but even Gulf and Ou Wu behind him stared in surprise.

"You can see that sword?" Gulf unsurprisingly asked the less critical question, "Your eyes are so good, it just shook for a moment, and you can recognize what kind of sword of loyalty it is?"

Dong Hong was obviously hurt by the word "hell", so much so that his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he wanted to scold. But he still kept his emotions under control, because he knew that the information he had could be quite critical.

"There was a tremor here. He pointed to his temple and said to Qi Lang, "As I mentioned to you, the soul of the holy sword, the sword of loyalty, was placed in my mind when I was very young. According to my mother, my father hopes that when I grow up, I will be able to take over the holy sword from his hands, become a warrior like him, and serve the kingdom of Zonghao with all my heart. Because of this, he left me the soul of the holy sword. And at that moment, I really felt the tremor of the sword soul!"

Dong Hong's feeling, Qi Lang could completely understand, because he himself had the same feeling - it was the mutual echo between the holy sword and the sword soul, as if when he himself came into close contact with the sword of honor, the holy sword soul in his mind kept shouting, as if he was desperately eager to become one with its body.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Qi Lang lowered his voice to make sure that only Dong Hong could hear his question, "Are you worried that he is your father?"

The sweat on Dong Hong's forehead rolled down with the rain, and his body shook slightly. "That's impossible. He wiped his face vigorously and said, "I buried my father's head with my own hands, on the banks of the Daxin River." ”

Qi Lang fell silent. As for Frost's true identity, he had already come up with his own guess, but he couldn't announce that guess, because it would be extremely difficult for Dong Hong to accept.

Dong Hong's father was known as the number one warrior of the Zonghao Kingdom at the beginning, and his combat power was undoubtedly amazingly powerful, I am afraid that even Mr. Zhu Lai could not compare with him. That day, Jenny's subordinates also mentioned the man in the iron mask in front of him, saying that he had fought against eighteen Douzun-level masters in one person, and after killing seven of them, he was finally controlled by Billy by some special means. Judging by the strength, it is consistent with Dong Hong's father.

On the other hand, although Dong Hong claimed to have buried his father's head with his own hands, it was more than ten years ago, Dong Hong was only a seven or eight-year-old child at the time, under the impact of that bloody scene, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not have a self-protective illusion in his mind, holding a bloody head, how can he ensure that he will not admit his mistake?

And the most important thing is that Dong Hong can already confirm that what Frost is carrying behind him is the holy sword that is known as loyalty, and the holy sword has a belonging, just like the fateful combination of Ou Wu and the sword of victory, and the fateful combination of himself and the sword of honor. If it is not its destined owner, the holy sword will not only be unable to exert great power, but will even have a unique repulsive power that makes it difficult for the wielder to hold his palm.

Combining these factors, Qi Lang could almost conclude that Frost was Dong Hong's father, the number one warrior of the Zong Hao Kingdom!

Now it seems that Mr. Zhulai and Captain Quill will be in danger. Judging from the speed of Frost's attack, his strength is no less than that of Mr. Zhu Lai, and in addition, he also has a divine weapon like the Sword of Loyalty to help, even if Mr. Zhu Lai's Qingshuang Sword is extremely sharp, but Qi Lang can be sure that that sword is definitely no match for the Holy Sword with Infinite Divine Power.

Qi Lang nervously raised his eyes and looked at the center of the field. Quill was still gasping for breath, the blow that had just killed Joffrey had taken a huge toll on him, and it would be difficult for him to unleash the same ferocious attack again for at least ten minutes, which was probably the main reason why he didn't pounce for the time being.

Mr. Zhu Lai also stood in place cautiously and vigilantly, and the long sword in his hand was putting on a defensive posture. He analyzed the situation of the entire battlefield very thoroughly, now that they have the advantage of numbers, and there is only about half an hour left, if Quill and he can join forces and work together to defend against the enemy's attack, then the Luman Empire will have the advantage in the number of final standers, and after paying Felix's life, they will still be the ultimate winner in this match.

Strangely, Frost did not seem to have any intention of attacking. He just stood there, and the fighting aura in his body was also retracted, like a puppet that had lost the control of the string, without movement, and could even be called lifeless.

The scene fell into a deathly silence again, and this time, even the irascible Dongyi camp quieted down, and there was no more disgruntled shouting. They had just seen the Iron Mask's one-hit magic skill, and they no longer dared to treat the mysterious master with haughty mockery and ridicule. They both knew very well that if the Man in the Iron Mask was to reach the final, it would be difficult for them to play the triumphant song as easily as expected.

The camp of the Otto Empire to the south did not sound any urging. However, what is very different from the other camps is that almost all of them are seated in their seats, with a look of good performance. Billy, in particular, leaned back in his chair very leisurely, and even ordered his attendants to offer him a bowl of hot tea. He probably expected such a scene a long time ago, and he had long known the power of that killing tool, and he was confident about this game-like contest. He didn't give a signal to attack, just because he wanted the game to go on for a little longer so that it would be more interesting.

As the minutes ticked by, and in another five or six minutes, the gong was about to sound at the end of the game. And just then, Quill finally recovered, and the fearless warrior began to stir again. He wiped the blood from his cheeks, moved his shoulders, and waved his sword. It seems that the situation is not bad, he may not have recovered to 100% strength, but as long as he can send out that heavy thunderous fury, it will be enough.

At the same time, Billy Whale's Mouth also stood up. He waved his hand towards the center of the field and gave the order for a general attack. So the more than 2,000 cheerleaders went crazy: "Kill them, Frost, we need to see blood!"

Amidst the sound of a neat shout, the wooden killing instrument turned around and was facing Mr. Zhulai and Captain Quill. The True Qi in his body began to run rapidly, and Qi Lang immediately noticed the powerful power!

He had indeed reached the level of a middle-level sage, and his energy level might be slightly stronger than Mr. Zhu Lai!

However, Mr. Zhulai's side is not without a chance of victory, as long as Quill and him can hold up the defensive formation, or be more strategic, adopt cruising tactics to retreat into advance, as long as they survive these five or six minutes, they can successfully win.

That should be Mr. Zhu Lai's strategy.

He held the sword in front of him, and his internal qi filled his body almost in the blink of an eye. His expression was solemn and engrossed, and his steps back were unusually steady.

"Quill, keep up with me!" he shouted to Quill, "Let's defend, defend with all our might!"

"Fuck defending!" Quill remained where he was, only throwing a disgruntled shout over, "Quill Rupert never defends!

"Yes, Quill!" Maggie's voice rang out from the sidelines, high and loud enough to outweigh the unison shouts of the two thousand cheerleaders on the other side, "Don't let people look down on the Spinners! I agree with you to die in battle, and Maggie Rupert will be honored for it!"

Next to Maggie, Marcus also shook his fist vigorously: "Beat him flat, you can do it, Captain Quill!"

Quill showed a hideous smile to the sidelines, ripped off the armor fragments on his body, revealing the muscles that were almost exploding, lowered his head and spat fiercely at his feet, dragged the long sword, and strode forward!