The flames were burning.
In the fiery air, a giant tree fell slowly and slammed to the ground with a bang, and the splashing sparks caused more chaos.
The eight-legged spider leader made a sharp whistle, almost piercing the eardrums.
This is its territory, its home, now burned to nothing. Everything in front of him made him very angry.
Unlike ordinary eight-legged spiders, it is not afraid of flames, and at the same time, the spider silk is also qualitatively improved, and it is not afraid of burning at all.
The culprit is right in front of him, and it will pour all its anger on these two people!
Zidi has been trapped by the spider web, and she is only a black iron breath, nothing to worry about.
The only thing to worry about is needle gold.
The young man's breath, the leader of the eight-legged spider, was also somewhat uncertain.
The leader of the eight-legged spider shrouded Zhen Jin with all his killing intent.
It shoots more and more spider silks at the needle gold.
At first, only the spear and the boy's hands were bound by the spider silk, but soon layers of spider silk wrapped around the whole body of Jin Jin, and even began to cover the ears and nose.
If at this time, there is a dagger to cut the spider silk, Zhenjin can get rid of this predicament.
but!
Huangzao had a chance to throw the dagger over, but he didn't!
Therefore, needle gold is in a desperate situation.
Weapons are the key to getting out of trouble at this moment.
Or if the long sword was in the hands of Zhen Jin, facing such a situation, it would be very easy to solve it.
Even without a long sword, a machete will do.
Not a spear anyway.
Needle Jin suddenly exerted strength in the spider web, and he still hasn't given up!
Although his strength has increased, it is far from the limit that the spider web can withstand and cannot break free.
The result of the attempt made Zhenjin feel a little desperate.
If you can't break free with all your strength, there is basically no hope. Random struggle will only make the spider silk tighter and tighter, like falling into quicksand. A worthless attempt will make death come sooner.
Zhen Jin was still, his thoughts flashed, trying to find a way out of trouble.
Layers of spider silk wrapped up, looking at the boy who seemed to accept his fate, the head of the eight-legged spider deliberately came close to the boy's face. On the top of the hideous mouthparts, there are a total of more than a dozen eyeballs, densely piled together.
The spider's eyes are all staring at Zhu Jin, and the mouthparts are slightly opened and closed, making a creaking sound, as if the spider leader is laughing at Zhu Jin!
It wants to ravage the boy well, it wants to pierce it and let the blood drain, and at the same time, it also injects the venom of the spider into the body of the needle, watching the venom erode, watching the boy turn from the inside out, It began to rot little by little, and in the end, it sucked all the youngsters who had rotted into a pool, and not a single drop was left, but filled it into its belly.
That's what offending it does!
Zhen Jin did not struggle, gritted his teeth, and was forced to look at the spider leader.
The two sides were face to face, only a few steps away from each other.
The spider leader raised the two tentacles at the front end, and the slender front ends of the tentacles were as sharp as a spear like a sword, easily piercing the spider web.
Immediately, Zhen Jin groaned, and he felt two tentacles, like daggers, trying to pierce from his back.
The chain mail worked and resisted the two tentacles.
This obstruction further angered the spider leader.
It pulled the spider silk fiercely, and the distance between Zhenjin and it instantly shortened, and there was almost only the width of a palm between its eyes.
squeak!
The mouthparts of the spider's head were wide open, and a strong sour stench sprayed on Zhijin's face.
At the same time, a large amount of green viscous liquid, like saliva, flowed out from the mouthparts.
Zhen Jin's eyes widened, almost thinking that the spider leader was going to devour his mind in one bite!
But the next moment, the spider leader slightly relaxed his strength again, his mouthparts converged, and shook his head at needle gold.
Zhen Jin actually saw the jokes and cruel smiles from the spider's face.
There was a chill in his heart, and he immediately understood that the spider in front of him just wanted to intimidate him, torture him, and slowly concoct him so that he could fully enjoy the pain. Listen to his screams and cries, watch him struggle and step into death little by little!
The pressure on the chainmail increased and finally reached its limit. The chainmail could not support it and was pierced by the spider's sharp tentacles.
The latter successfully penetrated into the flesh of the needle gold.
The boy felt cold at first, and then pain struck.
In addition to the intense pain, there is also the most vivid fear.
Pinjin can clearly feel the follow-up paths of these two contact pins. After they pierced the outermost flesh, a tentacle continued to penetrate, very slowly, and began to endanger the juvenile's internal organs. The other one encountered an obstacle and hit a rib.
The spider leader continued to exert force, and the rib of the needle gold was only slightly blocked, and then it broke.
"Ah!" When the pain came, Zhen Jin couldn't help but let out a low roar, his handsome face distorted in an instant.
The flame continued to burn, and the light of the fire reflected on Zhen Jin's face. At this moment, the young man was as ferocious as a devil.
The spider leader quietly admired it, and the dozen or so eyeballs perfectly reflected the young man's expression at the moment. But to the disappointment of the spider leader, it did not find any cowardice and pleading emotions of Jin Jin - only anger and hatred!
The flame in Zhenjin's heart burned more vigorously than the surrounding forest fire.
"Ah!" Under the torture of the spider leader, he let out a continuous low roar.
His head seemed to burst open, and a whole new memory suddenly emerged.
The outside of the arena was full of people.
The duel in the arena also came to an end.
"As expected of a former great aristocrat in the south!" A young man was forced into a corner.
He had wounds on his body, some of which were deep to the bone, and he was extremely embarrassed.
It was Qing Kui, the Templar knight.
And his opponent was a middle-aged man with a long slender beard, unscathed. He raised his head slightly, leisurely and calmly, and walked in front of Qing Kui almost pacing.
Zhen Jin found himself in the crowd of onlookers and looked at the two people in the field nervously.
His eyes were mainly focused on the middle-aged man.
Because this man is his father, the patriarch of the Baizhu family!
And beside Zhen Jin, there are also many colleagues of the Templar Knights, all of them are familiar faces.
"Qing Kui, admit defeat if you can't do it!"
"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, it is not shameful to lose."
"Think that you still have a younger sister, Qing Kui, don't be stubborn."
The young Templars were shouting.
Qing Kui's younger sister was also outside the venue. At this moment, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and her delicate body was trembling, like a poor little flower in a storm.
Qing Kui took a deep breath, stood up staggeringly, and tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand and face the Baizhen Patriarch again.
"Alas!" A heavy sigh came from the crowd.
"This duel was initiated by Qing Kui. It's more difficult to make a guy like him voluntarily admit defeat than pulling a giant dragon back."
"This is how to do?"
"Even if Qing Kui voluntarily admits defeat, it depends on whether the Patriarch Baizhen is willing to let him go."
"Yeah, Qing Kui's father and grandfather both died in that battle, at the hands of the Baizhu family. The two families have too much hatred."
Qing Kui shouted and launched a useless charge again.
Patriarch Hundred Needles dodged easily, and the stabbing sword in his hand stirred gently, and the long sword in Qing Kui's hand was thrown into the air.
Clang.
The long sword flew into the air and immediately fell to the ground. Qing Feng cut into the marble and stuck behind Qing Kui.
The contrast between strength and weakness is very obvious.
Qing Kui's younger sister couldn't bear it any longer, and she pleaded with the old knight who was in charge of the duel: "Uncle Captain, please look at the relationship between our two families for many years, please take action and save me. Brother."
This old knight was the head of the Fifth Order of the Knights Templar.
He snorted coldly and looked unhappy: "This is a sacred duel between knights, fair and just, never partial!"
He looked at Qingkui's younger sister with sharp eyes: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he didn't even listen to me, the regiment leader, and insisted on challenging the Baizhen Patriarch. "
"Hmph, how old is he, how much strength does he have? How much actual combat experience does he have? He didn't even successfully cultivate the Qingkui family's signature fighting skill bronze armament, yet he dared to challenge the Baizhu Patriarch."
"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of a knight? It's being carried away by the idea of revenge, it's stupid!"
"So, you also saw it. The Baizhen Patriarch displayed a fighting skill, Qianzhen Lie, and completely destroyed your brother's bronze armament."
"Qianzhenlie is an advanced step of the Baizhen family's signature fighting skill, Baizhen Feng. It is a trick that can only be used by gold cultivation. There are hundreds of imperial knights who died under this trick. Even me, back then He also fell under this move and was pierced through the heart by the stabbing sword of the Hundred Needles Family!"
"Your brother Qingkui, he did not follow the Templar creed, he gave up his courage and violated his patience. This is his own death!"
"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. This is the price he should pay - even if the price is his life."
The merciless words of the old head made Qing Kui's sister completely powerless, and immediately slumped on the ground, covering her face and crying.
The indignant young knights around also fell silent because of the old commander's reprimand.
It's just that their teeth are clenched tighter and their fists squeezed harder.
Patriarch Baizhen took a deep look at the old head and approached Qingkui again. He said in an arrogant tone: "Patriarch Qingkui, what ability do you want to resist? Do you still have fighting spirit?"
"Then, I'll take your life in the next move." Patriarch Baizhen raised the rapier slowly, the tip of the sword pointing straight up, almost touching the tip of his nose.
"This will be the last scene of your life. So keep your eyes open and watch it."
"Don't worry, using Qianjianlie to kill you is too much to flatter you. You are far worse than your father and grandfather. Baijingfeng is the most suitable for you to be buried."
"After taking this move, you are lucky enough to survive, so what's the harm if I forgive your life?"
After speaking, the stabbing sword in the hands of the Baizhen Patriarch suddenly turned into a dazzling sword shadow.
Qing Kui roared, he had been waiting for this moment.
The only remaining vindictive energy in his body was forced out by his brain, and a long spear of a knight's charge was vaguely formed between the flashes of blue light.
boom!
The two sides collided and then passed each other.
An arm was thrown in mid-air, and after dripping with blood, it fell to the sidelines.
This arm also held a rapier in the hand.
That is the hand of the Patriarch Hundred Needles holding the sword!
The audience was shocked.
A dead silence.
With a plop, Qing Kui collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Patriarch Baizhen covered the wound that was almost shoulder-length with his left hand, and his face was extremely ugly.
"Father, father!" Zhen Jin exclaimed, his voice trembling violently.
At this time, the old head entered the field and stood between Baizhen Patriarch and Qingkui, separating the two.
His eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, and he stared at the middle-aged aristocrat with a severed arm: "Patriarch Hundred Needles, the words spoken in the duel are sacred oaths. The duel between you is over."
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, staring at the unconscious Qing Kui, clenching his teeth, letting the blood flow from the wound, his face full of anger and hatred.
After a long while, he slowly nodded, and with a strong sense of guilt and unwillingness, he staggered down the competition stage.
"Father!" Zhen Jinfei ran over and supported Baizhen Patriarch.
There was a roar of cheers around, Qing Kui's sister wept with joy, the young Templars raised their arms and shouted, and many passersby shouted in disbelief.
The middle-aged man looked around and took in the surrounding scene in his eyes, but his expression had returned to calm: "My son, look up at me. Tell me what my family's family motto is."
"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people." Zhen Jin reluctantly raised his head, his voice choked.
"Very good, remember it, remember it firmly!" Patriarch Baizhu gritted his teeth and said fiercely.