After weighing the thick set of full-body steel armor and the terrifyingly large iron hammer, Ji Aojian quickly made an assessment of the dwarf's strength: This guy must be very smooth with my Macedonian spear, and his strength is not at the same level as mine.

However, as a martial arts master, the tenth sister also has self-esteem, and she will definitely not surrender without a fight. Although the psychological pressure was very high, he still picked up the spear and slowly put on a very beautiful forward stabbing pose.

However, the dwarf was completely different from his first two opponents, and did not take the threat of the spear into account at all, and just smashed the spear head with a hammer.

There was a loud bang, and the power of this blow was like a shock, which made Ji Aojian's heart suddenly feel a sharp pain, and he hurriedly clenched the barrel of the gun, so that he didn't let the spear go away, but under the influence of this heavy force, he couldn't help but take several steps back under his feet.

Without waiting for Ji Aojian to react, the dwarf stepped forward quickly, and smashed another hammer into the tip of the spear, which once again shocked Ji Aojian dizzy and retreated again and again.

And just like that, the dwarves hammer after hammer, smashing the spear non-stop, and the scene was completely an enlarged version of the hammer smashing nails, and it seemed that it would continue like this until the spear was smashed out of Stonehenge.

Ji Aojian retreated again and again, retreating about half a distance of the court, until the end of the gun touched a stone pillar, and finally stopped.

The dwarf did not continue his attack, feeling that he was in a desperate situation, and uttered a rude Celtic saying, "Throw in the towel, boy." ”

But Ji Aojian shook his head.

Then the hammer was raised and smashed again like a meteor, several times more powerful than before. It seems to want to kill him all at once.

Ji Aojian had support behind him, and the spear slammed back on the stone pillar. With this strength, the tip of the spear actually danced a little flexibly. Immediately dodged the hammer smash, and then it was like a nasty poisonous dragon swooping down on the throat of the dwarf—a place where armor was defenseless.

He was smashed so many times by the dwarf, he has long been familiar with the opponent's movement trajectory, just now the opponent is full of strength, the hammer style is easy to use, don't take advantage of this opportunity to win in defeat, when to wait?

The tenth sister thought beautifully: My move is comparable to a horse pistol, specializing in all kinds of reckless enemy generals who have no brains to chase. Who said that the spearmen can't pass the first three rounds, today I will create a miracle!

However. He is, after all, a spearman.

The dwarf smashed his hammer into the air, and immediately roared angrily, and without hesitation, threw away the weapon in his hand, and hugged the spear that stabbed at him.

At this moment, he Xu Chu possessed his body!

Ji Aojian immediately felt a huge force pulling from the body of the spear, and the other party grabbed the spear, so he naturally wanted to grab the spear.

The tenth sister naturally refused to let go: Isn't this equivalent to a tug-of-war? I have ancestral pile skills, and the foundation of the lower plate is the most solid. so that you will not be dragged away.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt his body lighten, and the dwarf on the opposite side directly raised his spear and led the person, and then waved it casually twice. He threw him like a worm from an eighteen-foot spear.

Ji Aojian almost roared: This European combat system is too disrespectful of the long-standing stake culture of my ancient Chinese country, obviously I just need to sink the dantian and take a step. It has the effect of rooting on both legs, like a thousand-year-old tree with intertwined roots. It is simply impossible to be shaken by external forces.

However, when Ji Aojian looked at the dwarven warrior seriously, he took it seriously. The anger of injustice suddenly vanished.

Look at the physique of the rocks, the thick short legs, the heavy soles of the feet, and the center of gravity of the whole body can not be lower, this is the best body made in heaven. If the standing pile is an art, then the dwarf's body shape is a perfect demonstration, and if the standing pile is a kind of avenue, then the dwarf's body shape is a large prop.

At this moment, Ji Aojian burst into tears: It's not that I don't work hard, it's that the other party looks like this, and he is born with the ability to practice piles for a hundred years.

"Boy, it's time for you to throw in the towel, right?"

"No!"

Ji Aojian turned over and stood up, without saying a word, he ran away.

The dwarf's jaw almost dropped in shock, "You obviously can't beat me, what's the use of running away?"

"Who said it was useless?" Ji Aojian was arrogant, "You can catch up with me!"

There are two rules to win: either you destroy your opponent, or your opponent throws in the towel.

Since the spearman refuses to admit defeat, the dwarves must kill him. But to do that, you have to chase him first.

But in any society, outside of the rules on paper, there are some tacit traditions that are obviously depicable in terms of etiquette if violated.

"Do you still have a little bit of the dignity and glory of a warrior?" the dwarf chased after him, and shouted angrily, "What's the matter if you don't have the skills of a person but don't recognize it?"

The tenth sister was silent, but she didn't hear it.

Escaping was of course a tactic he had adopted after careful consideration, and there might be hope of a comeback.

By the rocky physique of the dwarf, with the stout short legs, and with the heavy soles of the feet...... Is this a body shape suitable for long-distance running? I can run one step enough for him to run three steps, and I am afraid that I will not be able to outrun him?

Besides, the dwarven warrior was wearing a full suit of armor and a sledgehammer, and the weight of these belongings was only about to catch up with his weight, which was equivalent to running with a man on his back. And the spearmen can't beat the other party anyway, and they don't even want the Macedonian spear, and they don't have a burden to run empty.

The Stonehenge Arena is so big, equivalent to a stadium, and such a large space is not used for strategic transfer, it is simply a waste, what a pity!

As for the so-called dignity of a warrior, the glory of a warrior, that is only your unspoken rule. I'm a Chinese, why should I accommodate your rules?

So the tenth sister ran away without being able to beat it.

Whatever he cares, run a marathon first. When this dwarf is dragged down, dragged down, dragged down, I have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Before I knew it, I had already run down ten laps. Although the dwarf was interspersed with short-range pursuits, Ji Ao's sword body was fast, how could he let him get close?

He felt it was necessary to add that the constitution of the dwarf's innate standing stake was only a strength stake, not a light stake.

On the other hand, the other party that Ji Aojian was expecting was tired, and he never appeared. The endurance of the dwarven warrior was more terrifying than he had imagined, and although he could not catch up with him, the rhythm of his stride never changed.

It seems that it is really going to run a marathon. The spearman muttered in his heart, but he couldn't bear the loneliness, and looked up at the window of the game on the stone pillar.

The marquee-like event flashed many times, and Ji Aojian suddenly perked up: I actually saw the ninth sister!

The Berserker template of the ninth sister is really tall and mighty, although it is still the original pretty face, the body shape is already more than two meters, and the two arms are estimated to be thicker than Ji Aojian's thighs.

So Ji Aojian silently read in his heart: Ninth sister pure masters, iron-blooded real men, can stand on the fist, and walk on the arm.

is also well-developed limbs, but when it comes to the feeling of being well-proportioned and fit, the Berserker form of the ninth sister does not know how much stronger than the dwarf.

(To be continued.) )