Sky Dragon Rider

The light blue sword energy struck like a waterfall, and the momentum was astonishing. .

Unexpectedly, a translucent brown round shield with a diameter of about one person's height appeared in the air between Siris, the seventh-rank wind swordsman of the Slan Empire, and the eighth-rank earth swordsman of the Tesi Empire. All of them were blocked.

The runes on the surface of the round shield flowed, flickering and flickering, but the structure of the earth spells remained motionless under the impact of the sword energy.

"Alchemy magic weapon?"

Serris was startled suddenly, before he could make the next move, he heard the opponent press the arm shield on his left elbow with his right hand and let out a soft shout: "Gravity shock!"

Caught off guard, his feet inexplicably became extremely flimsy, and he couldn't control his strength for a while, and his body was thrown up involuntarily.

"not good!"

At the moment when his body was in the air, Serris noticed a solid sword energy rushing towards him, and quickly twisted his body in mid-air, the fighting spirit broke out again, and a sword lotus came out from the sword in his hand to meet the sword gas.

The surrounding gravity seemed to have changed again, and the body sank again without warning. Although Jianlian tried her best to deflect the sword, Jianlian failed to meet the earth sword energy at the best angle, and lost [-]% of it virtually. strength.

This is just the effect of an earth elemental spell that doesn't have any offensive surnames, the gravity suddenly drops and then rises again, the situation on the field is completely out of Serris' control in the blink of an eye.

Snapped! ~

The lotus flower of sword qi shattered like a phantom, and the remaining earth-type sword qi pierced through the sword and arm and hit Serris' chest heavily.

A fishy smell surged down his throat, and a cloud of blood sprayed out irresistibly.

As if being hit hard all over his body, the young Silan bodyguard was thrown into the air again, slammed into the barrier on the edge of the duel field, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Admit defeat, Muslim, I can spare your life!"

Holding the sword horizontally, the body is full of breathtaking fighting spirit. The great swordsman Gothe of Texi held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and once again gained momentum, there were mysterious marks on the arm shield with a diameter of about 12 inches on his left elbow. The runes and magic circle patterns are emitting a strange light.

No one thought that he would carry an alchemy hair weapon, which unexpectedly activated and interrupted the opponent's attack rhythm.

"Gravity Hell"!

It was as if three times the gravity was pressing hard on the opponent in front of him. Even if he wanted to make a move, he might not be able to move as quickly as usual.

Wind-type swordsmen have a natural advantage in speed and agility over earth-type sword qi, but under the interference of the gravity of the earth-type alchemy artifact, the advantages and disadvantages of both sides are completely reversed.

As the magic weapon initiator, not only did he still maintain his rank advantage, but he also completely lost the advantage his opponent relied on.

One goes up and the other goes up, and the Texi people seem to have the initiative on the field.

Although the use of alchemy artifacts is not prohibited in duels, not every swordsman can activate these special alchemy artifacts and successfully release the magical effects contained in them.

Mental strength is required!

Spells are the professional ability of master magicians, and mental power is the biggest difference between spellcasters and warriors.

Although high-level fighters can condense a little bit of spiritual power, compared with real spellcasters, they are still far behind, and it is not enough to release a low-level spell.

When the released mental power can activate the alchemy magic weapon, it means that you already have the most basic spellcasting talent. For example, the opponent in front of Serris, a general of the "Magic Eye" army of the Tesi Empire, an eighth-level soil He is a swordsman, Gothe.

The auditorium and all the boxes in the duel arena were dead silent, and many Muslims could no longer bear to look directly at the scene on the field. The Tesi people had completely gained the upper hand, and the lives of their own warriors were hanging by a thread.

But this is not important anymore, they lost, even if the Islamic warriors and the Tesi died twice, it still cannot restore the fact that the Tesi are about to win this duel.

There was silence inside and outside the barrier, as if everyone bowed their heads to the upcoming fate.

Serris, who didn't expect the opponent to hide this kind of trump card, spewed out another mouthful of blood, and was severely suppressed by the opponent's ruthless gravity field. It was difficult for him to stand up again, let alone burst out again. fight back.

Is this giving to the dying self?Compared with the fate of the empire, my own life is nothing at all!

The young guard smiled with a pale face, and said dismissively: "Here! ~ Go pick up soap! Texi people!"

With the last bit of strength in his body, he threw something the size of a fist and rolled it all the way to Gothe's feet.

It looks like it's still in the mouth of a dead duck!

Gao De, the eighth-rank earth-type great swordsman proudly looking down at the defeated opponent in front of him, involuntarily lowered his gaze to the metal lump that rolled to his feet, which seemed to be emitting ridiculous smoke.

If he was from Portland, I'm afraid he would never be so arrogant. The Portlanders who have suffered enough from gunpowder and weapons still keep a lot of information from the Tessie.

Now, it's time to pick up the soap!

boom! ~

An unimaginable flame and loud noise exploded.

In the smoke and dust that exploded suddenly, a broken body flew out.

The movement produced by the explosion of the grenade was like a thunderclap in the hearts of all the Muslims. They couldn't help but widen their eyes, and tried their best to look into the field wrapped in the magic barrier.

"Ah!~Ah!~Ah!~"

Tessie's screams could be heard all over the venue. The terrible movement just now did not kill him, but his armor was shattered, and his body was ripped apart and rolled all over the ground.

Bah bah bah! ~

There were three loud bangs.

Serris shot without hesitation.

In order to avoid accidents, the sisters of the Li family taught him how to use a pistol during the days they got along. Although they had never actually fired a gun, Lin Mo, a guy who is very good at masturbating, gave him some pointers. Right now, whether he is holding the gun or firing the gun, his posture is vague, and the muzzle of the black hole with a faint white smoke is pointing directly at the Tesi man.

The other party was silent, one-third of the forehead was knocked off by the bullet, most of the dog's brain was blown out, and the other two shots were shot under the neck and shoulders, and he couldn't die anymore.

As the opponent was killed, the gravity field pressing on his body disappeared immediately, and Serris, who felt a sense of relief on his body, took a deep breath and stood up unsteadily leaning on his battle sword.

There was a hole in the barrier, and the cultivator of the Bright God Court hurried in and came to the corpse of the eighth-rank great swordsman Gothe of the Texi Empire. He just glanced at it, and quickly suppressed his nausea and turned his eyes away. announce loudly.

"The warriors of the Tesi Empire died in battle, and the Islamic Empire won. The two sides had four wins, four losses and two draws. Ten rounds were tied!"

This was a duel with no winner, but the Muslims in the surrounding auditorium cheered like mountains and seas. It was beyond all their expectations to turn defeat into victory.

"Slan!~Slan!~Slan!~Slan!......"

Rhythmic cheers spread like the wind from the duel field to the city of Delan fifteen miles to the east, and the whole city fell into jubilation, from high-ranking officials and nobles to traffickers and pawns.

Only those Tessians and Portlanders looked extremely ugly as if they had eaten flies.

The boiled duck actually flew away, which turned the situation into a draw for the Silan people.

"Despicable! You cheat!"

Alsop, a diplomat of the Tesi Empire, could no longer maintain his calm and calm all the time. He remembered that before the Slan warrior entered the arena, a royal guard seemed to give him two things halfway.

But now, the means used by the Islamic warrior to turn defeat into victory are precisely those two strange-looking things, one will explode violently, and the other will make a lot of noise, as if something slammed into it. It drilled into or smashed into the body of its own warrior, causing such a tragic death.

"Shameless Texi people, there are alchemy weapons, don't you Texi people use alchemy weapons? Who used the alchemy weapon in the duel first? The Texi people who turned black and white, if this is cheating, then who first used the alchemy weapon? Cheating? You are only allowed to stab people in the back, and others should suffer death?"

The diplomats of the military department of the Islamic Empire did not show any weakness, glaring at the Tesi people, and made no secret of threatening to let go of the film on the spot if there was a big disagreement.

"Hmph! I will file a complaint with the envoys of various countries!"

Flexibility is the basic quality of a diplomat. Alsop suppressed his anger, gave a cold snort and then waved his sleeves away to find his allies to discuss countermeasures.

To be able to launch this challenge, whether they win or lose, they have corresponding countermeasures. Even if the probability of a war is extremely low, the Tesi Empire still has a certain degree of psychological preparation.

"Thank you! Lord Molin! The Colin family owes you a favor!"

Serris, who was carried out of the barrier, handed back the Type 92 combat pistol to Mo Lin, who was already a royal guard. He knew that his life should be saved by the other party.

This favor is voluntary, even the head of the family will admit it.

If it weren't for these two weapons, I'm afraid that not only would he lose his life in vain, but he would also damage the interests of the empire. Neither he nor his family could tolerate such a thing happening.

"You're welcome, I'm a Muslim too! Take a good rest and I'll come to see you!"

Lin Mo waved his hand to signal the servants to send Serris away. Serris, who has become a hero of the empire, needs rest most at this moment.

The last match is the duel between the Republic of Portland and the Slan Empire. Dillon, the leading diplomat of Portland, bowed his head and walked towards the duel area with an uncertain face. Make a final draw.

Although all parties already know the answer to the final draw of lots given the fact that they already know the list of opponents participating in the duel, but the rules are the rules, and the necessary procedures still have to be followed.

"Slams, don't be complacent!" (To be continued.)