With a deranged, almost human-like roar, the Portland swordsman leaped to his feet, like a crazy trapped beast, drumming up the few remaining battle spirits, and the big sword was pointed at his opponent, rushing wildly.

Fourteen, thirteen, twelve steps away

Lin Mo dragged the dragon sword diagonally and stood motionless and ready to attack, the battle qi on his body was rising endlessly, and the strength of the battle qi on both sides had been reversed

Eight steps, seven steps, six steps

Just watching his opponent rush towards him, he still didn't make any moves.

Four steps, three steps! The Portlander's movements suddenly stiffened, maintaining the same forward stance, and the blade of the sword was still pointing at Lin Mo's face, still only one step away.

It was such a step, but it was like a moat, no matter how Manan urged his body, he couldn't move for half a minute, and even the battle qi Yan hid in his body very uncontrollably, and soon he was like a thief going to the empty building, and he couldn't detect their existence anymore.

"No!~"

His eyes uncontrollably shed bright red blood and tears, and Manan howled in despair, his voice as poignant as that of a lone wolf in the desert.

His time is up!

But there is nothing to change all this!

Inexplicable and weird cracks crawled all over his body, including the wounds that had been torn by the "Sword Qi Lotus Flower" before, and the whole body was like a cracked glazed porcelain.

In fact, his body at the moment was indeed no different from the fragile porcelain, and perhaps with a light touch, it would turn into countless pieces that could no longer be pieced together.

White smoke began to rise from his body, and it was not a war qi, but a rapid dehydration.

The "Blood of the God of War" gave him the strength of the god of war, but mortals still can't become gods, and even if they temporarily obtain the strength of the sword god level, they will pay an unimaginably heavy price.

Now, after the glory, it's time to pay the price, for Manan. This is terrible news.

The opponent is still alive, but he has reached the end of his life, even if he is unwilling, but he is no longer able to return to the sky, and the side effects of the "blood of the god of war" have begun to completely erupt and are irreparable.

Lin Mo still maintained his original movements, his eyes unblinking as the Portland swordsman cracked, withered, and cracked little by little

With a loud thud, Manan's two-handed greatsword fell to the ground, and after a series of terrible evolutions, a large living man was left with nothing but a small pile of tattered clothes and armor. There was only a small pile of ash left, and there was no more.

The Dragon Slaying Sword casually folded into the silver dragon egg talent space behind him, Lin Mo picked up the opponent's big sword, poured the light battle qi into the blade, and gently inserted it into the ground, like a tombstone, in front of the small pile of residue.

Just now, the "Dragon General" captured Manan's battle qi exhaustion curve through optical reaction and self-matching mathematical model, and deduced that it was impossible for him to successfully rush in front of him.

In fact, this deduction is correct. There were only two steps missing, even if the tip of the sword was less than one step away from Lin Mo's nose, and the distance of half a meter from the tip would not be able to take a step forward. Eventually, he was exhausted and burned to ashes by the overbearing side effects of the outbreak drug.

"Portlanders' Jingguan, I'll build it one day!"

Lin Mo didn't care that the other party still had a look of "I won't let you go if I am a ghost" before he died, and his face and voice gradually took on a trace of murderous aura.

Living people are not afraid of cheating and drinking medicine. Where would you be afraid of a little ghost, how could there be a place for such a thing under the light.

There was a glimmer of light nearby. The enchantment of the alchemy artifact "Barbarian God Pillar" dissipated into the air, and the deafening cheers came to your face, and you could feel the madness and enthusiasm of the people in the audience.

"Who's going to come up and die? Who's going to die?"

Lin Mo activated the PA system of the "Dragon General", which shook the audience, and raised his right hand to point at the Tessies, Portlanders, Anstrassers, Larne, and Malaga!

Three "who" were used in a row, even if there was a "dragon general" tactical helmet to cover it, but everyone could feel the provocative and violent gaze in the battle helmet.

glanced around, but no one dared to look at Lin Mo, without exception, they turned their eyes or lowered their proud heads.

The Tessie Empire and the Republic of Portland colluded with each other, co-opted the other three countries to attack the Slan Empire, and repeatedly cheated under successive challenges, these despicable and shameless acts have long succeeded in arousing Lin Mo's anger.

With the power of a great victory that smacked Portland's people in the face, Lin Mo stood in the dueling arena and challenged the enemy missions of the two initiators.

The arrogant and domineering tone went deep into the bones of all the Slans, and this was exactly what they wanted to say to the envoys of the two countries.

The Silan people in the dueling arena erupted in applause, and looked at the five people viciously, hoping that the other party would jump out a few more blindfolded and take the initiative to die.

It would be better for these invaders to die a few more, and it would be better to die all of them, and use their heads to honor the heroes of the Empire who died on the battlefield and in the dueling arena.

The Tessi and Portland missions were silent, and no one dared to fight.

There is a genuine Silan Sword God standing on the dueling arena, who would dare to go up and die easily?!

The sword god powerhouse is not a cabbage in the vegetable market, grab a handful, even the Tessie Empire and the Republic of Portland only dare to send a master to duel with the Slans, but they never thought of opening the prelude to the sword god duel battle.

With a result as tragic as the previous twenty duels, a large number of sword gods killed or injured in such a low-value battle would undoubtedly shake the country's foundation, and the gains outweighed the losses at all, and it was not the result they wanted.

But no one dared to accuse the Slan, who let that royal guard still rank ninth before he came on the field, everyone witnessed his promotion, and the battle qi that was still rising showed that this level was stable, and it was by no means comparable to the use of outbreak potions.

There was only one voice left in the entire dueling arena, and the envoys of Adrisig and Ibiza were happy to sit back and watch the jokes of the five nations.

The five big countries actually let a small guard trample under their feet, they are here to negotiate, or they have traveled thousands of miles to send a face to the face.

"Since no one dares to fight, then, this duel battle will end with the victory of our Slans, and the Tessi Empire and the Republic of Portland will unconditionally implement the agreement!"

The diplomat of the Silan Empire's military department, who was eager to rush to the field and hugged Lin Mo and kissed him fiercely, put forward his own resolution in a timely manner!

"Oh! no. I protest, you didn't win, it's war peace!"

The Portlanders and Tessies looked at each other, who was willing to accept this result, and hurriedly raised their voices against it.

"The first twenty battles were a draw, and the last two were won by our Slans, and everyone can see and hear clearly, it was you Tessies and Portlanders who took the lead in the challenge, but what about the current result? Who ended up standing in the dueling arena! Glared at your dogs' eyes!Who is it!?"

The Slan diplomat pointed to the field surrounded by six "barbarian god pillars". Loudly questioned these blind people who turned black and white upside down.

Then he also dealt a heavy blow to the two countries again: "If you are not convinced, you can continue to send people to challenge!

The Slans intend not to even save face for these shameless people.

"No, no, it's not fair!"

The Sword God War?! I can't even take the outbreak potion to kill the opponent, and if I continue to send people up, I'm afraid it will also be sent to death, and the Portlanders and Tessians are left with only weak protests.

"The Slans won. Successfully defeated the Tessie Empire and the Republic of Portland!"

"The winner of the duel battle is the Slan Empire!"

As allies, whether they are natural in-laws or in exchange for huge benefits, the envoys of the Adrisig Empire and the Ibiza Empire are quite conscientious, and everything is closer to their allies, the Slan Empire. Shouting and shouting on the spot, deliberately creating established facts and forming public opinion.

"Lord Alsop, Lord Dillon, have you figured it out. If there are no more challengers, then this duel will be won by the Slan Empire, and the two of you must abide by and carry out the agreed agreement. must not be violated. ”

The priest of the Bright Church stood on a neutral stand, alerting the two mission leaders whose faces had become extremely ugly.

The envoys of the other three countries looked at each other, they were just to strengthen the strength of the two countries, and they would not send their own strong men to fight for the Tessi and Portlanders.

A strong person is also a strategic resource, and wasting it in the duel arena in vain is definitely an act of having his head kicked by a donkey.

"Temporary truce!"

"Hmph, this is not over!"

Alsop, a diplomat from the Tessi Empire, and Dillon, a diplomat from the Republic of Portland, each left behind a sentence and walked away.

A cadre of diplomats and escorts followed.

The faces of the envoys of the Anstrasser Empire, the envoys of the Republic of Larne, and the envoys of the Malaga Empire were also extremely ugly, especially the Malagans, who were bruised, and as allies, they did not say anything, and they also left together, but did not follow in the footsteps of the Tersi or the Portlanders.

"Phew, these untrustworthy guys, I know it's not that simple!"

The angry and scolding Slan diplomat looked at their backs and spat on the ground fiercely!

"Lord Morin! Lord Morin! No one will challenge you, those cowards have fled!"

A palace attendant walked to the battle arena with a smiling face, stopping Lin Mo from continuing to challenge.

"What? They fled?!"

Only then did Lin Mo notice that the envoys of various countries had been standing in their original positions, whether it was the Tessi or the Portlanders, and even the envoys of their three allies, had disappeared without a trace.

"Peace is fought with fists, not at the negotiating table, and sooner or later there will be a war. ”

Quickly figured out this joint, Lin Mo walked off the field angrily, didn't take two steps, suddenly stopped, and said loudly again at the surrounding audience: "The cowardly Tessies and Portlanders have fled, they don't dare to fight, and they refuse to implement the negotiation agreement, they are just a bunch of bastards who don't keep their word!"

Since the slap in the face has to be done thoroughly, Lin Mo's words caused an uproar in the audience. (To be continued......)

PS: Huabiao's private station (skyplayer.vicp.net) recently revealed the content: the schematic diagram of the star gate, most of which are real shots, not composite pictures!