Knight of the Light

Two axes struck each other when they rattled.

Schroeder shouted and went around for a week. His sturdy muscles are like carefully carved, each one is full of sense of strength, easily winning the applause of the audience. From a brutal and brutal point of view, he was really appalling.

Uncle Zhou is much quieter here. He neither clamored nor walked, only pulling out his slender cavalry knife and slowly stepping forward. He wouldn't give up easily even if Cerek said he would have difficulty winning.

The words of Mad God must also be listened to selectively, and it should not be allowed to be anti-passenger. Listen to everything, sooner or later it becomes a lost initiative. Don't forget, Cyric is the **** of murder.

In addition to 'lie', he also has two clergy, 'conspiracy' and 'fraud'.

When Zhou Qingfeng held the sword with his sword, everyone in the crowd was quiet. Everyone feels special about him, not only acknowledging his talent and status as a mascot, but also expressing concern about his force. After all, no one has seen him do it.

Schroeder was detouring, showing strength. Hearing the silence of the audience, he immediately turned his head, showing fierce light, and raised his axe at Zhou Qingfeng, swearing.

"I don't know where the liar came from? I was puzzled by a bunch of idiots who came to my Schroder's site to cause trouble. You are a harlequin playing tricks and see how I chop you into meat."

Sirek also reminded: "Boy, the opponent's power is far more than you, and the battle experience is hundreds of times yours. Your chance of winning"

Before the words of the mad **** were finished, Zhou Qingfeng sighed ‘Shut up’. He was underfoot and rushed forward. Everyone was staring at him, hoping to see if his boss could create a miracle. The young man's sword lit up and he started to attack.

Schroder's face was sloppy, with a twisted smile provoking. He intends to show his bravery, degrades his opponent's ability, and even spit on the ground to anger his opponent.

The light flashed, and the blade followed the axe blade raised by Schroeder, passing lightly on the outside of his arm. Zhou Qingfeng rushed in front of his opponent at high speed, and stabbed at his throat with the negligence of his opponent's arrogant yelling.

The barbarian leader is very agile. Even in the face of a surprise attack, he tilted his side of his neck and easily let go of Zhou Qingfeng's adventurous attack. The double axe in his hand danced at a high speed like a knife wheel, and the counterattack was extremely fast and efficient.

"You rookie, thought you could defeat me with a sneak attack?" In order to show his strength, Schroeder riveted his strength, opened his two axes and cut their faces.

Zhou Qingfeng's agility is 'ten'. He hopes to use the 20% bonus of 'boots of speed' to master the speed advantage. However, the missed blow actually put him in extreme danger. Schroder not only exceeded his power, but also exceeded his agility.

This is awful.

The tomahawk's blade cut through the air with a whistling wind. Zhou Qingfeng, who was heavily attacked, could not help but retreat. The cavalry knife in his hand was not suitable for blocking with heavy weapons, could not parry, and had no chance to counterattack in the face of the enemy's onslaught.

The crowd at the scene suddenly made a loud noise. Everyone immediately saw Zhou Qingfeng's embarrassing situation and was unable to fight back. He could not escape, so he would not be chopped into meat for long.

Inessa's heartbeat accelerated outside the field. But in only one round, she breathed a sigh of relief and determined that her judgment was correct. The young boy on the field was not Schroder's opponent at all, and it was a matter of time before defeat.

After confirming this idea, ‘Blood Widow’ went to the thin old man who started the gambling game and lost 10 odds. She made a bet of one hundred gold coins. If he can earn a thousand gold coins, the current plight of the Flame Village will be solved.

Rubio was tiptoeing into the field. When he saw that his boss was backed by his opponent's two tomahawks, he was in danger, his cold sweat was squeezed out instantly, his brain was blank, and a few beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The unscrupulous trader just entrusted his son to Zhou Qingfeng, hoping to find a strong point to trust the hope of the next generation. He saw all kinds of magical things of Uncle Zhou, and he knew that his boss must be able to fight, but who knows

The ‘One Loss Ten’ odds are only for making money, but the prerequisite is that Uncle Zhou must win!

In fact, Rubio didn't pay as much money at all. This was just 'pulling the tiger's skin and pulling the banner'. He realized that the situation was not good, and immediately wanted to wince and fled, but turned around.

A horse stopped in front of Rubio, and ‘Blood Widow’ Enissa stared at Rubio with a mocking sneer, “Dalit, you'd better have a thousand gold coins to lose to me. I demand priority to pay. Otherwise”

"Okay, okay, of course, no problem." Rubio knew that he couldn't escape, only embarrassed smirk when he saw the 'blood widow' pressing the handle.

At this moment, there was another noise in the field. Zhou Qingfeng failed to hit, and was confronted by the opponent's absolute strength. He lacked strength and agility, and was forced to retreat to the edge of the field.

Only three or four rounds have been played in this game.

The leaders at the scene also realized that Zhou Qingfeng was really not good at head-to-head fights, and then his boss had to hang up. This is a key figure that has a bearing on the future and fate of humans in the Black Forest. He must not die here.

The lower-level armed attendants also followed the noise. They had full confidence in Zhou Qingfeng and bet on him. But now it was obviously wrong. They booed and turned to look for Rubio, and took the remaining silver coins in their pockets.

"Bet once again, this time betting on Boss Schroder to win and lose ten!" The crowd was so noisy and aggressive. Just now they bet Zhou Qingfeng, but now they find that the form is wrong, and immediately change their position.

Rubio was still willing to accept the "one lose ten" odds, he repeatedly waved his hands and shouted: "The game is closed, the game is closed, once the game is started, the game is closed. No bets will be accepted."

"No answer. We cannot lose money."

Several swords were pressed against Rubio's neck. How can the armed attendants give up? They pulled out all the gold, silver, and copper coins in their pockets, stuffed them into Rubio's hands without making any records, and forced him to collect the money.

With a sword, the black-hearted traitor wanted to cry without tears, and he dared not move. He could only stand in place and receive several times the previous bet without having to read it. He knew that he couldn't afford it, and this time he had to take his life to accompany him.

On the court, Schroeder was laughing loudly, exposing Bai Sensen's teeth. He smiled happily, and his heart was depressed. This laughter is not only for the upcoming defeat and victory, but also for the strength of everyone present.

The axe blade flashed cold, with the coercion of blood and killing.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart seemed to be pressed against a heavy stone, almost out of breath. Sirek shouted in his mind: "Boy, let it go. This time the opponent is really too strong.

Worship me, shout my name, believe in me, serve me, follow my path, and obey my teachings.

I am here forever, I am here forever, I am forever sacred, I am the master of everything in the world, and surpass everything. Accept the divine power I give you and you will become extremely powerful. Only then can you defeat your opponent.

Youth, willfulness will ruin you, obedience will regenerate you. You have no other chance, one step further is death. "

The **** of murder has a cold tone and an ethereal tone, like the supreme throne that lives on the sky, overlooking the tiny creatures on the earth. Those who watch it, tremble with fear; those who follow it, panic; those who favor it, glory.

but

Sirek, you die for me!

Lao Tzu is an atheist, and the gods are garbage in my eyes. I am me because I have an independent personality and dignity, and I will not yield to any power.

Zhou Qingfeng turned a deaf ear to the sound in his head. He gritted his teeth, panting breathlessly, with sweat beads dripping on his tight face, facing Schroder, who said that he was so stupid, "Fool, if you have only this ability, you can die! "

Ok?

Schroeder, who was flaunting Wu Yangwei, was even more furious, roared, and cut his axe. He has never hated an opponent so strongly, and his anger makes him hate that he can't unload the kid in front of him.

The axe chopped, blowing a strong wind.

In the strong wind, the boy with bright eyes went against the trend. Its speed exploded again, the blade of light flickered, and it split into the enemy's throat again in an instant.

Burst fast!