Wan Lin gently placed the two leopards on the ground, turned around and glanced at his action team members, and saw that they were also shocked by the spectacle in front of them, especially Wen Meng and Wu Xueying who did not fully understand the leopard's abilities. The new team members had expressions of disbelief in their eyes.
The tense atmosphere on the field just now seemed to be calmed by the appearance of the two leopards. Wan Lin's nervous mood finally calmed down. Judging from the current situation, he finally no longer has to face these brave scimitar warriors.
The old clan leader slowly pushed away Hong Tao and Feng Dao, who were still supporting him. He turned around and looked at his clansmen, and saw that all the clansmen had stood up. Only Ahu, who had just been defeated in the swordsmanship competition, still fell to the ground. lying on the ground.
The old clan leader raised his feet and walked towards Ah Hu. When he came to him, he bent down and picked up the scimitar that Ah Hu had placed in front of him. He held it up in front of him and carefully examined the sharp curved scimitar that the tribe was proud of. Knife, he didn't understand how this famous scimitar in the clan failed in the hands of the first warrior Ahu.
He raised the scimitar to his eyes, his eyes suddenly widened, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank into a small dot: the scimitar tribe was proud of the scimitar, which had been tempered for thousands of times, and actually looked like saw teeth on the shining cold blade. It was also densely covered with tiny gaps, and a hole as big as a soybean on the blade flashed with the light of jumping fire on the opposite side.
Could it be that the small blade just cut down the indestructible scimitar of his tribe to this point? Could it be that the opponent relied on the power of two fingers to defeat the top master of his tribe?
He didn't know that just now the wind knife had been equipped with fierce internal energy, and the small flying knife made of alloy in his hand had been crowned with indestructible power.
The old patriarch was shocked. This old patriarch who had held a scimitar all his life and experienced countless killings was shocked: How could this scimitar that had been tempered for thousands of times in the hands of the first warrior of the scimitar tribe fall so fast in front of his opponent's small flying knife? So vulnerable.
At this moment, Ahu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly straightened up from the ground, his eyes flashing with grief and anger, and the veins on his thick neck were exposed. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the scimitar from the patriarch's hand, and raised his head Facing the curved moon in the sky, he suddenly swung it towards his neck...
"Ah." The whole audience immediately screamed. At the critical moment, "whoosh", a white light flashed, and with a crisp "clang" sound, the scimitar in Ahu's hand suddenly slipped from his chest, and the sharp curved The tip of the knife drew a long bloody mark on his chest.
A'hu's sudden move and the white light that flashed like a shooting star shocked everyone. "Pa", a crisp sound sounded. The old patriarch's eyes widened angrily, and he raised his hand to face the upright A'hu. slap.
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ... ......" Ahu, who was as ferocious as a leopard, suddenly let out an ear-splitting cry. Tears flowed down from his upturned face. His rough cries made people feel sad.
A competition completely shattered the self-esteem of this machete warrior who was not afraid of death. He never thought that he would lose. He always believed that no one in the world could defeat him, a machete warrior, with a knife.
But today, this uninvited guest actually defeated himself with a small blade, and he also defeated himself under the gaze of the Leopard God. This made Ahu, a tribal warrior who had always been proud of his scimitar, feel unbearable. The guilt and humiliation made him unable to bear the humiliation in his heart.
At this time, Feng Dao's dull face changed. He walked up to Ah Hu, suddenly covered his chest with his right hand, and bent deeply towards the wailing scimitar warrior.
The whole audience was stunned. All the warriors of the Scimitar Tribe stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open. Covering their chest with their right hand and bowing was the highest benefit for the people of the Scimitar Tribe. Unexpectedly, this victor actually attacked the defeated Scimitar Warrior. Such a great gift.
In fact, Feng Dao didn't know what kind of etiquette this was. He saw Abu and others using such etiquette when they met the old patriarch. He knew that this was respect for people. Facing the howling scimitar warriors opposite him, his heart It seemed that he felt guilty, and because he couldn't understand the language, he could only express his guilt in this way.
The kneeling Ahu was stunned. He stopped crying and looked straight at the winner in front of him. He suddenly shouted something and stood up from the ground. He also touched his chest with his right hand and pointed at the wind knife. He bent down deeply.
"Woohoo", "Woohoo", "Woohoo" suddenly a loud shout rang out from the scimitar tribe. All the scimitar men raised their weapons and shouted, with a kind of longing flashing on everyone's face. and a look of awe.
"They are shouting 'Warrior'" the guide Lao Liu turned to the action team members and translated loudly. He finally understood this sentence, with a smile on his face, and all the team members had smiles on their faces.
Ahu's bent waist suddenly straightened up, stretched out his arms to hug Feng Dao hard, and shouted: "Woohoo", Feng Dao showed a smile on his honest face, and patted Abu's shoulder gently.
Ahu put down the wind knife, bent down and picked up his scimitar. His eyes widened, and a small flying knife was stuck straight into his scimitar.
It was this small flying scimitar that had penetrated him just now that saved his life. The old patriarch and everyone on the scene focused on the small knife nailed to the scimitar's body, and they were stunned.
How much strength and speed is required to insert a knife into a scimitar made of steel.
Ahu suddenly knelt down with a machete in his hand and said something loudly. The blood that flowed out after his chest was cut by the tip of the knife had already dyed his animal skin vest red.
Feng Dao looked at Ahu in shock, not knowing what he was saying again, and quickly bent down to help him up, but Ahu stubbornly knelt on the ground and kept repeating what he just said.
At this time, Abu accompanied Wan Lin and walked over quickly. Abu turned to the astonished Feng Dao and said: "Ahu is saying that he is asking the gods and warriors to leave this artifact to him, and he will enshrine it from generation to generation. This is The magic weapon in the sword."
Feng Dao smiled, nodded and said, "Okay." Abu quickly translated Feng Dao's words.
Ahu's face was full of joy, he held the scimitar in both hands, lowered his head and kowtowed three times to Feng Dao on the ground. Feng Dao bent down to help him up, and conveniently stuffed the sapphire he had cut off from his chest in the competition just now. In his hands.
He returned the gem very quickly without letting anyone notice it, so as not to embarrass A-Hu. A-Hu held the gem in his hand tightly and glanced at this seemingly dull man with gratitude.
The old patriarch came over with a smile on his face, shouted to his men, and immediately two people ran over and helped Ahu down, who was still bleeding from his chest.
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