World of Gods

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The high priest's stiff face eased slightly, and he looked at Su Ye, who was doing his homework, thoughtfully.

The two teams quickly approached and charged at the same time.

The entire auditorium suddenly fell silent. In most people's imagination, it was sure that the two sides rushed together, the shields struck, and the spears waved.

However, an incredible scene happened to everyone.

As the two sides approached, the king sledgehammer and the black demon sheep suddenly rose into the air, and the two front hooves of the black demon sheep stomped heavily on the shield of the bronze warrior in front. on.

Boom……

Even if Wang Sledgehammer left his hand and did not attack with all his strength, the bronze warrior rolled his eyes and passed out.

Just as Wang Sledgehammer resolved the bronze warrior, Di Aotian even rolled through the crotch of another bronze warrior one by one. Before the bronze warrior reacted, the bone rod picked up sharply and smashed between the legs of the bronze warrior.

"Ao ..."

The bronze warrior made a beast-like roar, threw down his weapon, rolled around on the ground while covering his crotch.

Countless audiences showed sympathy.

The female audience was crying and laughing.

On the field, a black robe girl glanced at Su Ye, who was doing her homework, with her pink diamond eyes.

The team of the Eagle Academy was pierced and lost two fighters, and immediately fell into crisis.

The soldiers of the First Academy were intimidated by Julius, and they went all out and directly attacked.

After Diaotian and Wang Sledgehammer resolved the two again, the morale of the fighters of the Eagle Academy collapsed, shrunk together, and passively resisted.

They dared not surrender directly because the roar of the high priest blocked the retreat.

Their six tenacious battles inspired the sympathy of the audience, and more people began to cheer for the Eagle Academy.

However, the call to cheer for the First Academy is more neat.

The elemental smell of fire is accentuated again.

Finally, in four minutes, the last soldier was shot through the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The host shouted loudly: "Praise the Goddess of Controversy! With the absolute advantage, the First Academy maintained the status of the king in the arena, let us cheer for the First Academy!

The audience cheered, occasionally mixed with the "shady" cries of hip-hop.

After the cheers, it was the customary mockery of the Su Ye fans.

"Even the people in the chair can't beat them, and the people in the Eagle Academy are going to die!"

"Goblins are stronger than you!"

"The goblin's men are defeated!"

The spectators who supported the Eagle Academy before were sullen and suffocated.

The rest of the audience watched with a smile.

On the Longkou terrace, the priests looked at the high priest.

The high priest looked as usual, saying nothing.

Everything goes as usual.

One after another, but the audience suddenly found that there are good-looking battles, wonderful **** ones, but none are as interesting as the First Academy.

Two hours later, the first round of the double-ten battle ended.

After only ten minutes of rest, the host announced the draw of the double nine-player.

One by one passed, the twelfth lottery began. When the host pronounced the names of "First Academy and Sword Academy", most of the audience spirited for a while.

The old audience of the First Academy showed their strange looks.

The gladiators of the First Academy also looked at each other.

Sword of Waste ... No, it is the School of Sword of Wind, which I just met a few days ago, and the other party seems miserable.

The gladiators of the Sword School were all black, and an old man in a Chinese suit suddenly whispered a few words behind the team, and then glanced at Julius, sitting down helplessly.

Then, the host continued to report the name.

When the "Suye" was reported, the fans screamed collectively.

"Suye! Must lose!"

"Suye! Must lose!"

In the past, only the corners where the black fans gathered were shouting like this, but suddenly, there were people shouting from all sides of the auditorium, and it was quite tidy.

Su Ye looked around in doubt, full of question marks.

Does this work?

"Hahahaha ..."

The audience laughed happily.

The two teams walked onto the field, and everything seemed to repeat itself. Su Ye first summoned Diaotian and Wang Sledgehammer, applied protective magic to his teammates, and then took out his chair to sit down.

"Refund!"

"Refund!"

Fans shouted again, and the audience followed.

Su Ye ignored anyone and continued to read.

The referee whistled and the two teams looked at each other.

Wang Sledgehammer's soft voice spread throughout the audience: "Huh? Isn't this the old opponent's breeze chopper? You have to work hard this time, in case you lose as badly as the chick college just now, others think you are cheating the goddess.

The Gladiator of the Sword of Wind blasted his eyes, and the gladiators of the Eagle Academy were also outraged.

Suddenly, the audience shouted.

"Sword of Wind!"

"Sword of Wind!"

At first it was just people shouting in one direction, but soon people shouting in two directions.

Those who shouted later happened to be the supportive audience of the Eagle Academy.

The audiences on both sides are united, and the momentum is huge.

The audience at the First Academy was unhappy and shouted together.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

The gladiator hadn't fought off the field, and there was a fight in the audience.

During this period, occasionally, people with bad temper scolded.

Some priests in the Temple of Dispute smiled.

This is what the goddess likes to see, and it is better if the audience fights.

The dispute between the audiences on both sides aroused the interest of other audiences. Under the sunlight of the noon, the whole arena was fiery.

The two teams moved forward slowly, then began to trot, and finally charged.

Soon, as if the two walls collided.

However, one is an earth wall and the other is a steel wall.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Sledgehammer directly hit one person, cut through the formation, and then turned the sheep's head for a second round of charge.

The Gladiator of the Swords of Wind shouted in their hearts while shrinking their formation and passively defending.

Seeing the Sword of Windstorm so counseling, the priests of the Temple of Dispute elongated their faces.

There were boos in the auditorium.

The audience cheering for the sword of the wind suddenly decreased.

"Wang Sledgehammer!"

"Wang Sledgehammer!"

Many spectators began to cheer for the most striking king sledgehammer.

Su Ye blinked in doubt, why are there still many women's voices?

Shouldn't you cheer me on?

King Sledgehammer is like a man who is crazy, and his face is red, and he yells for a knight charge.

Just like the little devil bull in the field.

The audience became more and more excited, and the cry was loud.

Soon, the fighters of the Sword of Wind were torn apart again and again by the sledge of Wang Sledgehammer, and all the members were defeated.

Wang Sledgehammer, Diaotian and other bronze warriors raised their arms and cheered the audience.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

Many spectators cheered for the winner.

Julius patted his stomach with a smile on his stomach, his face complacent.

The other gladiator academy masters looked at Julius, some with envy, some with contempt, some with no expression, and some sneer.

The double nine-player battle ended and entered the lunch break.

The audience who left the meeting talked with great interest, and almost all of them were discussing the First Academy, Su Ye, Wang Sledgehammer and Diaotian.

At the end of the lunch break, everyone returned to the arena.

Everyone waited with anticipation for the double eight battle.

What surprised all the audience was that the first round was the first academy, and the opponent was the fourth-ranked academy in Sparta, the Raging Dragon Academy, whose owner was a Persian, and the proportion of Persians in the team reached half .

As soon as the host announced the list, someone in the audience shouted.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

"Spartan!"

"Spartan!"

Most Spartan audiences are in high spirits.

A few Persian viewers originally wanted to cheer for the Dragon Academy, but shouted a few times and found that they could not hear clearly, and there were countless angry eyes around them, silently shut up.

The priests in the Temple of Dispute all smiled, even the high priest.

It is a bigger dispute to make the Spartans hostile to Persia.

Julius hurried to Su Yedao who got up: "This battle must win beautiful, the better the better, it is best to irritate the Persians completely. This is a great opportunity! Can you get God's gift, this is crucial."

Suye glanced at the priests on the Longkou terrace and nodded gently.

"I try, I do this ..."

After Su Ye finished speaking in a low voice, Julius asked doubtfully, "Can I win?"

"can."

"Okay, I let them do what you say."

In the expectation of everyone, the two teams came on stage.

Everyone thought everything would be the same as before.

Suye only blessed Diaotian and Wang Sledgehammer with protective magic, and then sat back on the chair.

The remaining seven bronze warriors stood in front of Su Ye, lined up and motionless.

Di Aotian and Wang Sledgehammer put their shoulders on their shoulders and walked forward with the same grin as the two hooligans. The black demon sheep screamed aside.

After walking a few steps, Wang Sledge said loudly: "The other side listened well, Your Majesty said, to deal with you, so many people are bullying children, just the worst of our two strengths. By the way, my host is very kind You'd better prepare high-grade flame retardants, this time, we two will go all out! "

All the audience was stunned. This Suye is too arrogant.

Some Spartans who originally wanted to see the Persians lose, but were angry, in case they lost, would n’t they lose the face of the Greeks?

The priests in the Temple of Controversy were also puzzled. If they lost, although they could strengthen the dispute between the two countries, the Spartans would not be comfortable.

Suddenly, all the gladiators of the First Academy shouted together.

"First Academy! A must win!"

"First Academy! A must win!"

Afterwards, many audiences shouted helplessly. At this time, they had to cheer for themselves.

"First Academy! A must win!"

However, the shouts were scarce.

Suddenly, a neat voice sounded.

"Diaotian, Wang Sledgehammer! Winner!"

"Diaotian, Wang Sledgehammer! Winner!"

The black fans of Suye shouted in unison, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium was instantly ignited by UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

Even the audience who watched the Su Yedou fight for the first time today were infected, shouting the names of Diaotian and Wang Hammer loudly.

"Kill the Persians!"

"Victory belongs to Sparta!"

"The Greeks will win!"

More and more people shouted.

The big men in the field looked at Julius and saw Julius smiling with everything as usual.

They soon understood that Julius was betting.

Gambling lost.

If the bet wins, the Temple of Dispute must look at the First Academy and Julius differently.