Hearing this, Zhang Yunfeng couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, and a shocked feeling in his heart. It is a fear that such a peerless strong man like Karibellu, who has been promoted to the realm of demigods, is respectfully called the God of Killing. It can be imagined.
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It is impossible to call it a god of killing, but it is a powerful man who has killed god-level masters. It is impossible to have three or five god-level masters in his hands.
But are god-level experts so easy to kill?
Not to mention a powerful person like Kariberu, who has an advantage in the domain, has the ability to limit the opponent's display to the greatest extent, and can also continuously replenish his own power through the domain. It can be said that as soon as the domain comes out, who will do it?
Before the battle started, I was already on the absolute advantage.
It is not necessary to have a higher level of domain to defeat the enemy, otherwise it would be too difficult to kill a demigod with a domain. Putting aside the demigod, the false god is not so easy to deal with.
The pseudo-god who has just entered the god level has reached a very terrifying level in speed. It is easy for a strong man in the middle stage of the pseudo-god to defeat a strong man in the early stage of the pseudo-god, but it is difficult to kill him.
Especially the god-level masters with wind and space physiques, the speed of understanding the elemental laws is really too fast. Even opponents at several levels are difficult to kill. Moreover, their cultivation level is at the top of the gods.
After level, both the understanding of the law and the self-repair ability have reached a very criticism. It can be said that as long as the head is not cut off on the spot, or the fragile parts such as the heart are completely crushed, no matter what the others are,
No matter how severe the injury is, the god-level master can repair himself with his perverted recovery ability. He can be called an immortal little strongman.
The seemingly unpretentious little beard standing in front of him could actually kill such a god-level powerful man who is an immortal little strong man. And just hearing the name of the God of Killing, you can know that the god-level master who is damaged under his command is considered a god-level master who is considered a
There are no double digits, but one hand is definitely not countable.
"Of course he has a big name!"
Karibelu sighed, "It is better to fight against the undead, and you can stop fighting against the light, but you will lose your life if you provoke the Black Bear. As long as you are a second-rate or above on the mainland, no one has ever heard of the God of Killing Sorog.
Name.”
His words are easy to understand. It is better to encounter a war between the Necromancers or directly conflict with the Holy See of Light. Perhaps he will not have any concerns about life, but only if he angers the black-bearded middle-aged man in front of him, he will lose his little one if he loses his little one if he angers the black bearded man in front of him.
life.
"Sorrog's life is almost a living legend. He reached the holy level at the age of twenty and broke the holy level at the age of forty. In the past few decades, he has lost no less than twenty powerful people of his level.
The other opponents are even more immeasurable. The most powerful one was when three god-level experts came to Sorog, who had just been promoted to the god-level at that time. The two sides fought with each other, and one of them was still in Sorog's strength.
Above, the other two have already been promoted to the god level. But in such a steep situation, Sorog forced to kill the middle-level master of the pseudo-god and another pseudo-god with serious injuries. The last three god-god levels were two.
After escaping, he completely established the name of Sorog's killing god."
Just from these three rumors, we can tell the fear of Sorog. People would rather encounter the most troublesome necromancer and the most powerful Holy See of Light than provoke this god of killing.
The terrible degree can be seen.
Hearing this, Zhang Yunfeng felt like a huge wave was stirring up in his heart. His eyes looked at the black-bearded middle-aged man without any noticeable fear, and he secretly decided in his heart; "There is no breakthrough in "The Unparalleled Goddess Art"
Before reaching the fifth level and reaching the god-level level in the continent of Augs, I will never provoke this god of killing. Damn, my hand is stained with blood from more than twenty god-level masters. God knows how this perverted God has reached now.
.”
Perhaps he noticed that he was staring at him, the black-beard middle-aged Sorog's gaze that had just moved away fell on Zhang Yunfeng again, scaring him so much that he quickly calmed down and stood on the ring without squinting his eyes.
I didn't dare to take a breath.
It was not until the almost staring and the striking gaze moved away again, Zhang Yunfeng secretly wiped his cold sweat. After this incident, he quickly cut off his communication with Kariberu and stood there honestly,
What tricks do you dare to play?
The eyes swept through more than ten contestants on the ring one by one. Sorog, a middle-aged black beard, just withdrew his gaze and walked slowly between the two contestants. A cold smile appeared on his dark and cold face, and said lightly; "Welcome to pass by you."
After coming here for the preliminary round, I am the referee of your competition. First of all, I want to explain the rules of the competition to you."
Hearing that the black-hun middle-aged man wanted to tell the rules, the two human players on the ring who were not aware of his identity suddenly became a little impatient. The team leader and mentor had already given the relevant rules of the game before coming to Free City.
They have said it countless times, and they have heard it, and their eardrums are almost calendered. After finally getting to this ring, they have to listen to it more now. They have long cursed and are dissatisfied with the black-faced and black-bearded middle-aged man in front of them.
At the extreme, if they hadn't taken into account the identity of the City of Freedom and the other referee, they would have cursed at him long ago; "We've known the rules long ago, and we need to talk about it. If you want to start the game, just be more careful.
Wasting our precious time.”
With his eyebrows raised, Zhang Yunfeng had the intention to hear what rules does Sorog, the God of Killing, have to say.
"The competition is not without regulations. You can choose a few people to compete with the same number of players on the other side to play a team battle, or you can decide the winner one-on-one." Sorog said lightly; "The competition is not limited to the outside world."
You can use objects, scrolls, alchemy props, and magic pets. In short, the contestants who can last until the end can enter the next round of the game. I won’t say much about it after all, and I will give you one minute of preparation time to discuss the competition method.
”
When talking about the demon pet, Sorog looked at a man standing on the right with a smile, and he kept watching the other person so hard that he continued to finish his sentence.
"Why is this black-faced killer looking at me like this? Could it be that I came here specifically for me this time?" An unknown thought instantly emerged, which scared Zhang Yunfeng so much that he thought that his secret allowed him to be free as the organizer.
The city noticed it, so he sent this famous black-faced killer to supervise his game, trying to find out his violations and then disqualify him from the game.
This idea was removed by him before it lasted for a long time. Even if the organizer really knew his true strength, it would definitely not be possible to use this method to disqualify him from the competition. Although it is true that he hides his strength, his
His real age fully meets the restrictions of the competition. He can't just cancel his competition qualification just because of his high strength!
After talking about the rules of the game, Sorog retreated to the edge of the ring and gave the space to more than a dozen players on the stage, allowing them to decide their own game methods.
The players from the Dwarfs still didn't move, but the two players from the human race walked to Zhang Yunfeng and smiled flatteringly and flatteringly, "This brother, I have been having a good time with you for a long time. Last night, your sport
He killed all directions and was invincible. He killed the boys in the Kingdom of Glory to throw away their armor, which made me even more provocative. I wonder if I can have this honor, fight side by side with you, and fight these dwarves together."
The words of these two people sounded high-sounding, and it seemed that both sides were just working on equal cooperation. But in fact, they were using Zhang Yunfeng's idea, or rather, having Xiaojiu's idea.
Yesterday they played on the same ring with Zhang Yunfeng, so they naturally saw the performance of Zhang Yunfeng and Xiaojiu. They knew their strength well, and they fought against these fully armed dwarves one-on-one.
In the case, they had almost no chance of winning. The only way was to use Zhang Yunfeng as a shield and let him resist the dwarf's edge so that they could benefit and obtain the qualification to qualify.
Looking at the two contestants in front of me who flattered me like the surging Yellow River, a look of disgust flashed deep in my dark eyes. I have never liked these flattering pranks Zhang Yunfeng, who has always been like this.
We have always only enjoyed happiness but not shared hardships. Once there is any danger, they are often the first to escape. Not to mention expecting them to be able to help at that time, it would be great if they didn’t take any harm.
"Sorry, I've found a good companion." Zhang Yunfeng smiled and said, "and he turned away the beautiful ladies around him. The meaning was very obvious; "I didn't see that there were three young and beautiful people here."
Are you a beautiful girl teammate? You two grandpas don't love you and grandma doesn't love you and want to hug my thighs and want to use me as a shield to deal with these dwarves. It's a good idea, hum... It's a pity that you all
If you are not a Peugeot beauty, you should go wherever you go!"
When the two contestants heard Zhang Yunfeng say this, their hearts suddenly became cold and their eyebrows were almost tangled. However, since the other party said this, even if they were pestering each other, it would be useless.
, with a happy smile, then walked to the side tactfully.
Looking at the two contestants who walked away with a embarrassed look on their faces, Connie's three girls just smiled slightly, but did not suddenly become kind and persuade Zhang Yunfeng to accept the two contestants. They all saw clearly that these two
The reason why a player was so polite to him was because he was attracted by Zhang Yunfeng's high strength and could help them deal with those dwarves. They were the most despised by using relationships like this. Especially the other party was still two irrelevant people.
Of course, they would not open this for no reason.
A minute passed quickly, Sorog glanced at the human race players who were obviously divided into two camps, and the dwarf players who were still unmoved there, and said softly: "Time is up, I don't know how you discussed it, tell me
Your choice!”
"We dwarves are born to be warriors who don't know how to fear. We will compete with each other as much as we want. We will take it all." The player, the most burly among the six fully armed dwarves, took a step forward and said loudly.
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Nodding gently, Sorog then turned his gaze to the temporary camp composed of Zhang Yunfeng and the other two players; "Where are you?"
"Your Excellency Referee, the four of us decided to fight in the team." Zhang Yunfeng said loudly after bowing his hand.
The other two players then chose the team battle. For them, they had almost no chance of winning one-on-one with the dwarves, and Zhang Yunfeng did not dump them. The only way out was to rely on themselves, and they just wanted to wait.
The dwarf players you meet should not be too strong, they may have the possibility of qualifying.
"Okay, since you have all decided, I announce that the competition in this ring is divided into two games. The first game of the Royal Magic and Martial Arts Academy vs. the Dwarf clan. The players in the next game should immediately withdraw from the ring. Please prepare for both players on the side.
!” Soto said.
The two contestants who were ignored by Zhang Yunfeng and others quickly evacuated to the bottom of the ring, while the dwarf left four contestants on the ring, and the other contestants also evacuated the ring.
"Hey! Isn't that Shaq, the leader of your dwarves this time? Why didn't he stay?" In the small private room, his vision had returned to normal as the scalp storm just disappeared. The sharp-eyed Venina looked at him.
The young dwarf who had retired from the ring, who was slightly stronger than the other dwarfs, asked in suspicion.
"Why let Shaq stay? Isn't it just a group of little kids who can only advance by relying on magic pets? Why do elites like Shaq take action? The four little guys on the field are enough to deal with the little guys and magic pets on the other side.
.” He leaned against the wide and soft wooden chair. Perhaps because of drinking a lot of wine, his eyes looked a little drunk. The Sixth Elder raised his eyebrows, glanced at the eight people on the ring, and said carelessly
.
"Sixth Elder, do you underestimate the players of the Royal Magic Martial Arts Academy too much? Just relying on the four young players of the nobles on the stage, I am afraid I can't get it under their hands!" Liu Mei frowned slightly.
, Venina said with some concern.
She knew Zhang Yunfeng's strength very well. When the Moon God Plain fought side by side with the other party, she could see that the other party's strength was almost at the peak of the holy level. Such a perverted opponent was even the younger generation of their elves.
The strongest man is afraid he can't escape when he meets him. Whether he can pass ten moves depends on the other party's mood. But the dwarf player led by the Sixth Elder is fine. Not only do he despise the enemy again and again, he also takes the strongest man
The players were drawn. In this way, the four dwarf players were not opponents of Zhang Yunfeng and others. I am afraid that the snow-white little beast could easily defeat the four dwarf players and end the game.
"Haha, don't worry! I said they can win, they can't lose in this game no matter what. Isn't it the Royal Magic Martial Arts Academy? Isn't it impossible to even pass the preliminary round in the previous race competitions? What's the opponent like this?
So worried." Speaking of this, the sixth elder of the dwarf suddenly smiled mysteriously and said mysteriously; "Don't think that those little guys are not the most advanced players in our clan, so I'll tell you a secret, the above one
Among the few little guys, one of them was the nephew of the third elder, who was even favored by the old madman of the third elder. It is said that before this competition, the third elder was with him for a treasure.
His personality, the treasure he can show off, must be the top equipment in the ranks of holy artifacts, and it is absolutely no problem to use it to deal with the little kids in the Royal Magic and Martial Arts Academy."
"Is that person the nephew of the third elder?" Hearing this, a hint of shock flashed across Venina's pretty face. As an elder of the elf clan, she had more or less knowledge of the situation of the dwarf clan.
.The third elder of the dwarf tribe is one of the elders she is familiar with.
Speaking of these three elders, they are famous figures in the dwarf tribe. In terms of reputation, even the great elders cannot compare. Only the dwarf king can surpass them. The reason why the third elder's reputation is so high is because of his madness.
The Sixth Elder was originally just an alien among the dwarf clan. He had an average status and did not like to forge iron, but instead liked to tinker with some strange things. Especially some things that had long disappeared from the mainland, which was his favorite research.
Things even threatened to bring those lost things back to life.
It was obvious that many people were not optimistic about the Third Elder and thought that his dream was a dream. After all, the period of the Gods has passed so long, and some things have long disappeared in the long river of history. How could they restore it with just the words in the literature?
!But the facts were beyond everyone's expectations. The third elder, who was considered to be delusional, was really successful. He restored several antiques depicted in ancient books, which created the reputation of his third elder.
She quickly swept to the four contestants standing on the Black Stone arena. Soon she discovered that one of the four dwarfs had a few points better than her companions. Although it was also silver-gray armor, the dwarf had a few more armor.
The armor is obviously not forged with refined steel like the armor of the companions beside him. Instead, it is made of precious materials mixed with mitril silver. It can't help but have a more exquisite style and has a certain bonus to fighting spirit.
The magic pattern on the double hammers on the waist is obviously much more complicated than the double hammers on the waists of other players.
"Yes, that little guy!" Nodded with a smile, the Sixth Elder said with a blushing face. Look at his excited appearance, as if the contestant was not the nephew of the Third Elder, but his nephew of the Sixth Elder
of.
"Can you tell me what holy-level equipment the third elder left for that person?" Venina asked with interest.
"You'd better stop asking, but I can tell you that the power of that thing is absolutely terrifying. If you use that trump card, even Shaq is not Cheri's opponent." The Sixth Elder smiled and pretended to be mysterious.
"Sixth Elder, don't lose my appetite anymore. Let's tell the third elder what the trump card left for Nacheri is. With the relationship between our two tribes, you don't have to worry about me spreading the news!"
Venina urged her impatiently.
"No!" The sixth elder shook his head, shaking his head as if it was a rattle. The scalp hidden inside the chicken coop head seemed to swarm in with this wave.