Sky Dragon Rider

In an out-of-key, almost human-like roar, the Portland swordsman jumped up, like a crazy trapped beast, mustering up the remaining fighting spirit, pointing the big sword at the opponent, frantically Come rushing.

Fourteen steps, thirteen steps, twelve steps...

However, Lin Mo dragged Zhanlongjian obliquely and stood there motionless, ready to go. The fighting spirit on his body continued to rise, and the intensity of fighting spirit on both sides had reversed.

...eight steps, seven steps, six steps...

Just watching his opponent rush towards him, he still didn't make any move.

Four steps, three steps!The Portlander's movements suddenly froze, keeping his forward posture unchanged, and the sword was still pointing at Lin Mo's door, still only one step away.

It's such a step, but it's like a moat, no matter how hard Ma Nan moves his body, he can't move even a little bit, and even the fighting spirit is hidden in his body very disappointingly, and soon he is like a thief going to the sky, and he can't feel them anymore The presence.

"No!~"

Bright red tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and Ma Nan howled in despair, his voice was as shrill as a lone wolf in the desert.

His time is up!

But it is powerless to change all this!

Inexplicable and strange cracks crawled all over his body, including the wounds torn out by the "Sword Qi Lotus", his whole body looked like a piece of cracked glazed porcelain.

In fact, his body at this moment is indeed no different from the fragile porcelain, perhaps with a light touch, it will be turned into countless fragments that are no longer difficult to put together.

White smoke started to rise from his body, it was not a battle qi inflammation, but rapid dehydration.

The "God of War Blood" endowed him with the power of a god of war, but mortals still cannot become gods, and even temporarily gaining the power of the sword god will pay an unimaginably heavy price.

Now, after the glory, it is time to pay the price, and for Manan, this is really bad news.

The opponent is still alive, but he has already reached the end of his life. Even if he is extremely unwilling, he is already powerless to recover. The side effects of the "God of War Blood" have begun to fully erupt and are irreversible.

Lin Mo still maintained the original movements, watching the Portland swordsman cracking, withering, and cracking with unblinking eyes...

Finally, with a clang, Manan's two-handed sword fell to the ground. After a series of terrifying transformations, a living person was left with nothing but a small pile of ashes except for a small pile of tattered clothes and armor. up.

The dragon-slaying sword was conveniently put into the talent space of the silver dragon egg on the back. Lin Mo picked up the opponent's big sword, poured the fighting spirit of the light system into the blade, and gently thrust it into the ground, like a tombstone inserted into the small pile of remaining in front of things.

Just now, "Dragon General" captured Manan's exhaustion curve of fighting spirit through optical response and self-matching mathematical model, and deduced that it was impossible for him to successfully rush in front of him.

In fact, the result of this deduction is correct, only two steps away, even if the tip of the sword is less than one step away from Lin Mo's nose, half a meter away from the tip, he can no longer move forward. Overbearing side effects burned to ashes.

"The Jingguan of Portlanders, I will build it one day!"

Lin Mo didn't care at all that the other party still had the look of "I won't let you go even if you're a ghost" before he died, and his face and voice gradually took on a murderous look.

Living people are not afraid of cheating and drinking medicine, how can they be afraid of mere ghosts, under the light, how can there be a place for such things.

There was a gleam of brilliance nearby, and the enchantment of the alchemy instrument "Pillar of God" dissipated in the air, and deafening cheers rushed to the face, and one could feel the madness and enthusiasm of the Muslim people in the auditorium.

"Next! Who comes up to die? Who else? Who?"

Lin Mo activated the "Dragon General" public address system, which shook the audience, and raised his right hand to point to the Texi, Portland, Anstruther, Lahn, and Malaga people!

Three "who" were used in a row, even if it was covered by the "Dragon General" tactical helmet, everyone could feel the provocative and violent eyes inside the helmet.

They glanced around, but no one dared to look at Lin Mo, and without exception, they turned their eyes or lowered their proud heads.

The Tesi Empire and the Republic of Portland colluded with each other, wooed the other three countries to attack the Islamic Empire, and cheated repeatedly under continuous challenges. These despicable and shameless behaviors have long successfully aroused Lin Mo's anger.

With the power of a big victory that beat Portland's face, Lin Mo stood on the duel field and challenged the enemy missions of the two instigators.

The extremely arrogant and domineering tone penetrated into the bones of all Muslims, which is exactly what they wanted to say to the envoys of the two countries.

The Muslims on the duel field burst into applause, and looked at the people from the five countries viciously, wishing that the other party would make a few more unsightly actions and take the initiative to die.

It is best for these invaders to die a few more, and it would be best if they were all dead. Use their heads to commemorate the imperial heroes who died on the battlefield and in the duel field.

The missions of the Tesi and Portlanders were silent, and no one dared to fight.

Standing on the duel arena is a genuine Sri Lankan sword god, who would dare to go up to die easily? !

The strong sword god is not a Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market. If you grab a handful, even the Tesi Empire and the Republic of Portland only dare to send a master of the level to fight the Muslims, but they never thought of pulling the sword away. The prologue of the duel battle of the gods.

As tragic as the results of the first twenty duels, a large number of sword gods were killed and injured in such low-value battles, which would undoubtedly shake the country, and the gains outweighed the losses, and it was not the result they wanted.

But no one dared to accuse the Silan, who made the royal guard still rank ninth before entering the field, everyone witnessed his promotion, and the still rising fighting spirit indicates that this rank is stable It is definitely not comparable to the use of outbreak drugs.

There was only Lin Mo's voice left in the entire duel field, and the envoys of Adrichig and Ibiza were happy to sit and watch the jokes of the Five Kingdoms.

The majestic five big countries were trampled down by a small guard. They came to negotiate, and they traveled thousands of miles to beat them in the face.

"Since no one dares to fight, then this duel will end with the victory of our Muslims. The Tesi Empire and the Republic of Portland will unconditionally implement the agreement!"

Desperate to rush to the stage to hug Lin Mo and give him a few kisses, the diplomat of the Silenti Ministry of Defense put forward his resolution at the right time!

"Ah! No, I fuck, you didn't win, it was a war! A war!"

The Portlander and the Texier looked at each other, but they were not willing to accept this result, and quickly objected loudly.

"The first twenty games were war draws, and the last two games were won by our Muslims. Everyone can see and hear clearly. It was you Tessi and Portlanders who took the lead in launching the challenge, but now What is the result? Who will stand on the dueling field in the end! Widen your dog eyes and see! Who is it!?"

The Islamic diplomat pointed to the field surrounded by six "barbaric pillars" and loudly questioned these blind people who turned black and white.

Then he gave the two countries a heavy blow again: "If you are not convinced, you can continue to send people to challenge! Let's see who is the coward. If you can't afford it, don't come out and show yourself!"

The Muslims intend to not even save face for these shameless people.

"No, no, it's not fair!"

Sword God War? !I can't afford to be hurt!They couldn't beat their opponents even after taking explosive potions, and if they continued to send people up, they would probably die. The Portlanders and Tesi people were left with weak bodies.

"The Slans won and successfully defeated the Tesi Empire and the Republic of Portland!"

"The winner of the duel is the Islamic Empire!"

As allies, whether they are natural in-laws or in exchange for huge benefits, the envoys of the Adrihiger Empire and the Ibiza Kingdom are quite dedicated, and everything is moving closer to their ally, the Islamic Empire, shouting on the spot , deliberately creating established facts and forming **.

"Master Alsop, Lord Dillon, have you thought about it? If there is no more challenger, then the Islamic Empire will win this duel. Both of you must abide by and implement the agreed agreement, and you must not violate .”

Standing in a neutral position, the priest of the Holy See reminded the two mission leaders whose faces had become extremely ugly.

The envoys of the other three countries looked at each other in blank dismay. They were just trying to build up momentum for the two countries, and they would not send their own strong men to fight for the Texi and Portlanders.

A person with a strong status is also a kind of strategic resource, and wasting it in the duel field is definitely an act of being kicked in the head by a donkey.

"Temporary truce!"

"Hmph! Silan, this matter is endless!"

Alsop, a diplomat from the Tesi Empire, and Dillon, a diplomat from the Republic of Portland, left without saying a word.

A group of diplomats and guards followed closely behind.

The envoys of the Anstruther Empire, the Lahn Republic, and the Malaga Empire also looked extremely ugly, especially the people of Malaga, whose faces were ashen. Follow in the footsteps of the Tracy or Portlanders.

"Bah! These dishonest guys, I knew it wasn't that simple!"

The furious Islamic diplomat looked at their backs and spat hard on the ground!

"Master Molin! Lord Molin! There will be no challenge anymore, those cowards have all escaped!"

A court servant walked onto the battlefield with a smiling face, stopping Lin Mo from continuing to challenge.

"What? They escaped?!"

It was only then that Lin Mo noticed that the envoys from various countries were standing at the original positions, whether they were Tesi people or Portlanders, and even the envoys of their three allies disappeared without a trace.

"Peace is won with fists, not negotiated at the negotiating table. Sooner or later there will be a war."

After quickly thinking about this joint, Lin Mo walked off the stage angrily, stopped suddenly after taking two steps, and loudly shouted at the surrounding auditorium again: "The cowardly Texi and Portlanders escape Now, they dare not fight, and they are not willing to implement the negotiation agreement, they are a group of bastards who do not believe what they say!"

Since the slap in the face must be done thoroughly, Lin Mo's words caused an uproar in the audience. (To be continued.)