A head rolled in the mud and stopped at Toba's feet. With brown skin, long brown hair tied into three braids, and a tattoo on the left cheek, there was no doubt that this was the remains of a female warrior from Colombo.
"The spear thrower of the M19 Broom Star." Elliott only glanced at it and said slightly sadly.
"Hi, long time no see. Now let's talk about the boat tickets."
Three people walked towards the closely guarded Pitchfork Team from the rain curtain. The man in the middle wore a big wide-brimmed hat, and raindrops rolled down from the brim like pearls, soaking his green cloak and white linen shirt.
But this man still looked leisurely, as if walking in the spring sunshine, walking at a leisurely pace.
"W!" Xibi screamed, fully pulling the bow string, and the flowing arrows buzzed and trembled in the air due to tension and anger.
"Hi, how are you?" Mr. W stretched out his hand to say hello to Xibi.
Toba took a step forward, blocked the little grasshopper behind him with his generous back, rubbed his hands and said humbly: "Mr. W, I didn't expect you to also participate in the arena... You have never entered Cherry Crossing to participate in the competition.
Any activities organized.”
"Yes Toba, I owe an old friend, so I can only shamelessly rent a room from my dad and find a partner to join in the fun." Mr. W politely took off his hat and bowed slightly to greet him.
Toba hurriedly bowed in return, and Elliot performed a knight's sword salute on his horse.
"Sir W, you are the person we least want to fight." Rose Knight said frankly, "plus the two gentlemen behind you. If we are not mistaken, the one on the left is Hasar from the V2 'Debris' team
Your Excellency Qin?"
Standing one step behind Mr. W, a tall, thin man wearing a slate-yellow robe nodded in confirmation. This man's frame was astonishingly large and thin, and a robe soaked with rainwater hung around his body, like a
A skeleton wrapped in a shroud hanging on the gallows.
"Who?" Toba asked confused.
"The main damage dealer of V2 'Debris', a partner of Gwadar, and an heir to the ancient bloodline with terrifying combat capabilities. He is a sorcerer." Elliot explained to everyone in a low voice.
"No wonder it looks familiar!" Toba patted his forehead.
"We are not very familiar with the other one, sorry." Rose Knight greeted the third enemy.
Mr. W waved his hand and said, "You must not know him. He is my old friend and my client. He is an old scholar who can't fight. He only joined in order to get enough places for three people."
The old gentleman, wrapped in a heavy felt cloak and wearing gold-framed crystal glasses, couldn't help coughing and looked at Mr. W reproachfully.
"Okay, okay, it will be over soon. Let's go back to the room and light a fire to keep warm." Mr. W comforted helplessly.
Elliot, Toba and Long Ji looked solemn.
How powerful is Mr. W, the King of the Night in Cherry Crossing and the Emperor of the Powerless? No living person can prove it. There is a legend circulating in the streets that he once single-handedly annihilated an entire branch of cherries that unfortunately disturbed his sleep when he was out on a mission.
After crossing the V-class team, after this battle, V2 "Debris" rose to the top of the rankings.
How powerful is the spiritual wizard Hasarqin? There are too many people who can prove it. His weird fighting method makes the loser unable to move and can't figure it out when his head is smashed by Gwadar with a cast iron scepter.
, why did he lose his life?
How powerful is the team formed by these two people? The old man with glasses can prove it. Taking a tourist with no fighting ability to the dangerous twilight arena, killing all the enemies leisurely, and talking to the enemies easily, this is
It is the absolute confidence brought by absolute strength.
Jekong looked at the rain with an empty expression, and gently placed his fingers on the handle of the Buddha's tooth, feeling the rhythmic trembling of the famous sword due to excitement.
Elliot turned to look at Toba: "Mr. Room Chief, do you want to fight?"
Toba seemed a little hesitant.
"Let's start a war, uncle!" Xibi gritted his teeth, his wet wheat-colored hair sticking tightly to his face, looking like a helpless child.
Toba looked at Long Ji unnaturally. The oriental woman was holding a dagger, standing like a shadow in the heavy rain.
"You are the captain. But I have a reason to go to the south." Long Ji said softly, her two slender eyebrows painting a determined expression.
Jekong remained silent.
Toba looked back at Elliot, and the Rose Knight sighed: "If you want to fight, let's fight. Everyone, the way of fighting is very special. Please remember one thing: when he shouts
When asked about your real name, never agree. Remember, it is your real name, that is, the name your mother used to call you at the moment of your birth. Keep it deep in your heart, please."
"Understood." The tenants of A51 had no doubts about the knight's words, even though the request sounded a bit ridiculous.
Toba nodded, took a deep breath, and his broad chest swelled high. Just when he was about to shout out the attack order, Ye Kong took the lead.
The scene that Jonah saw became low again, and then retreated at high speed. The sword-wielding Jialan was close to the ground like a cheetah and quickly approached the enemy. The long sword Buddha plowed up high waves behind him. Mr. W's face quickly zoomed in, and Jonah
It seemed as if I could see a happy smile on the corner of W's mouth.
Before he could see clearly, everything became blurry.
Ye Kong's left foot stabbed deeply in front of Mr. W with a pop, stopping his forward momentum, spinning with huge momentum and dragging the knife. The Buddha's tooth spilled out a crystal curtain of water, drawing a mournful half-moon.
Shape knife light.
Mr. W pulled out the light sword with a gauntlet, lightly touched the light of the sword, and his body floated backwards as if it was weightless.
Ye Kong turned his body again, and the second knife emerged from the mud on the ground, cutting every rain line he encountered into two sections. Mr. W defended with his sword horizontally, and the Buddha's tooth intersected with the light sword from bottom to top, "ding"
With a crisp sound, the enemy who was not at all affected by the force floated away again as if it violated the principles of physics. Without using up his remaining strength, Ye Kong jumped high into the sky with his long knife, hovering for a moment like a big ocher red bird, and the knife
The light split the air again.
Mr. W raised his sword to defend, and the serrated teeth of the Buddha's teeth locked the sword body with a clang. Mr. W stepped back and took off the long sword, only to find that the only sword in the air exuding endless fighting spirit was that the owner of the sword had disappeared.
.
He sensed the aura of danger and glanced downwards, seeing a pair of gray eyes that were empty and unfocused, but made people breathless.
Ye Kong was lying low in the mud, with his left fist on his navel, his right hand making a wish, and forming the Karma Seal. The secret technique from the ancient country in the far south summoned violent destructive power from the void.
"Nu Guang... Ming Wang Spear..." His arms glowed with golden flames, "...double consecutive shots!" Ye Kong pushed with both hands, and two powerful wind circles burst out in the air, two astonishingly bright and hot spears.
The flame spears shot out one after another, turning the raindrops along the way into milky white steam, penetrating the short space between the two people, and instantly illuminating Mr. W's slightly surprised face.
Perhaps feeling the amazing power of the Mingwang Spear, Mr. W did not use the light sword to resist this time. He stepped lightly and stepped back. It seemed that he was not very fast, but it offset the rapid force of the Mingwang Spear. Two flames The gun whirled and screamed in front of his nose, but it could never shorten the distance.
"You..." Mr. W wanted to say something, but had no chance to finish the second half.
Jekong closed his eyes. He put his Vajra palms together, his index fingers bent together, and his thumbs on both sides, forming the Mahamati Knife mudra of Victory Buddha Top.
"Nam, Sanmanduobo tuo na, thatch, provoke Yu Usenisa, sing and congratulate..." The ancient Sanskrit words sounded like morning bells and evening drums in everyone's hearts, and the rain seemed to slow down at this moment, until The trajectory of each drop of water can be easily discerned with the naked eye.
Toba slowly opened his mouth wide. Long Ji bent her body and would be ejected in the next moment; Elliot raised his long sword, Xibi's bow string was empty, and the silver arrow had left the snake bow and was breaking open. The air moves forward slowly.
"...Cut off the root of ignorance, realize the Nirvana of Silence, the incomparable, the top of great silence..." Ye Kong slowly opened his eyes, his pupils turned golden red, and Yona, who felt the battle through his body, exclaimed in surprise , he felt that a black hole had appeared inside Ye Kong's body, greedily devouring the remaining vitality in the life pool of Jialan holding the sword.
In Mr. W's eyes, there is a small jekon. In front of the little jekon, a brilliant golden lotus is growing. Each golden petal of the lotus grows rapidly and withers quickly, turning into blood red. Guanghua.
"...Jiu Guang...Red Lotus..." Ye Kong formed a seal with his hands and pushed forward. The gorgeous golden red lotus was as heavy as Mount Sumeru. Every time he pushed it, every ounce of life was consumed, but every time Every little push shakes the whole world.
The corner of Ye Kong's left eye cracked, and bright red blood beads slowly fell. At the moment when the blood beads fell into the solidified mud, he uttered the last word of the incantation of the Nine Light Forbidden Technique.
"……put!"
The red lotus flowers are in bloom.
The red lotus bloomed in the arena at dusk, and the dense layers of blood-red petals split the space. It seemed that the entire Cherry Crossing was in turmoil because of it. Dad sat up from the chair and threw away his pipe: "Good guy!"
In Mr. W's eyes, the lotus flower was so big that it covered the sky and the sun. He quickly retreated, but the lotus shredded the two previously fired Mingwang spears and kept approaching. Mr. W once again defended with his sword horizontally, and the light sword that was obviously highly enchanted made a crack. After a series of crackling explosions, the enchanted circle finally burst like a piece of soap. The entire sword was immediately twisted into shiny metal powder by the petals. Jonah could clearly see that the brim of Mr. W's wide-brimmed hat was also covered by the light and heat emitted by the lotus. It burned, turning a strand of his white hair into fly ash.
At this time, Jekong, who had over-exhausted his life energy, fell headlong into the muddy water. Jonah's vision suddenly darkened, and then the world turned upside down, and he couldn't help but scream because of the strong sense of separation.
With the tearing pain in his head, Yona opened his eyes again and found that he was back on the bed in Cherry Crossing Room A51, surrounded by five friends with pitchforks, and Ye Kong was squatting beside him, holding his hand Putting it on his chest, in his hand, he held the little mouse - the Punjabi animal spirit that records and reproduces fantasies.