Brando realized that the other party was also a veteran of the November War after a brief loss of consciousness. Perhaps it is not surprising that he knew his grandfather. It's just that Kuran was born in a knight family, and the gap between him and his grandfather Tobbs can be said to be the difference between aristocratic masters and commoners. How did they meet
He suppressed this doubt for the time being, because the battle on the field had already begun, and the three-headed hell dog seemed extremely dissatisfied with the disappearance of the prey from his eyes. As soon as Kuran walked on the sandy ground of the arena, the monster was already howling and earning money. Open the chain.
The thin iron chains of his arms broke apart one by one, making a loud bang. "Good fellow!" Kuran thought to himself. He drew out the long sword with his right hand and threw the sheath away. He has dragged countless broken chains and pounced directly on his head.
But the old man frowned, his eyelids lifted slightly, and the dark gray pupils already reflected the demon leaping in the sky. He moved the root of his right foot one step back, raised the sword with both hands, and roared:
"roll!"
A layer of clear air shock suddenly exploded in all directions centered on Kuran's body, and the Hellhounds in mid-air were swept away directly-the violent speed of the air currents was comparable to that of wind bullets, and they seemed to swish towards a knife with a handle. After advancing for about a hundred meters, it gradually weakened and disappeared.
But before that, the Hellhound had fallen and hit the wall on the other side of the arena. With a loud bang, countless bricks suddenly collapsed.
Smoke and dust filled—
"Fuck!" Brando couldn't help but cried out in his heart when he saw this scene. This is the explosion of sword aura of the swordsman, it is a kind of skill swordsmanship-but to push the wind pressure to a hundred meters away, he is wondering how big the bonus of Nima's core swordsmanship is
In the sword of amber, any skill is divided into basic and skill. Skills are based on basic skills or physical fitness, just like white crow swordsmanship and frontal breakthrough. These two skills are based on Brando's military swordsmanship in actual combat, while power burst and charge are based on Three attributes of strength, physique and dexterity.
The higher the core skill level, the stronger the physical fitness, and the greater the power of technical skills. However, at this stage, the explosion of sword energy must be pushed to a hundred meters away.
Brando is simply unheard of.
He remembers that in the past games, he was almost at this level when he was at level eighty or ninety. But Kuran was no more than the golden mid-range strength, and Ding Tian was in his forty-fifth level.
At this time, the hellhound also stood up from the rubble. It shook its three huge heads, and the sand and stones rushed down from its body and the top of its head, looking embarrassed.
But in fact, this demon from the river of sulfur was not seriously injured, especially the last fall injury before it hit the wall of air. If the big dog was standing on the ground at the time, it would be better for it. Yes, but the drag in the air has been correspondingly reduced a lot.
It had just stood up, and Kuran had already arrived in front of him—the old man did not charge, but kept slinging on the sand, fast as lightning, a distance of twenty to thirty meters in one rise and fall—the three-headed hell dog just raised his teeth with a grin. At the beginning, the approaching sword was already reflected in its big wheels-like eyes.
There is no room for evasion at all, and even fear is too late.
With a loud'bang', everyone saw the old man holding a sword in both hands, leaping high and leaping downward, and a sword struck the head of the demon from the underground of the river of sulfur—the blade plunged into the handle, and then continued downward. Divide that huge head into two.
As soon as Kuran fell to the floor, he flicked his sword aside, and the black blood drew an arc on the sand. But he immediately backed away, avoiding the end of being sprayed with blood from the foul-smelling black blood.
The three-headed hell dog couldn't bear it, and his limbs slid outward and crashed to the ground. However, this ferocious beast did not give up resistance. As soon as Kuran retreated, its remaining two heads each spewed a pillar of fire forward.
Although the old man had already guarded against this trick, he did not expect that the pillar of fire would have such a long range, crossing half of the field like a fire dragon shot by a flamethrower-although he hurried to the side, his clothes, A corner of the eyebrows and beard were burnt.
The accident made him tremble with anger, and the beard that he built up with great difficulty was his treasure. With a roar, Kuran rushed directly to the three-headed hell dog, and hit the chin on the left side of his head with a punch—everyone heard a crisp fracture, but this was nothing, it was a huge force. The monster, which was close to a floor high on the ground, was lifted directly from the sand.
The weight of the giant beast's whole body flew upward with its left head, as if it would fall again in the next moment and crush the old man below to pieces.
But Kuran remained motionless, only leaning forward slightly-his right hand shot upwards from the bottom, this sword started from the lower left crotch of the Hellhound and extended to the upper right shoulder. There was a loud tearing noise, and the whole monster was in the air. One is divided into two.
The black blood raged and fell like raindrops.
Then the corpse split into two pieces crashed to the ground.
There was silence for a while on the court—
Uta, who was trapped in the cage, took a breath of air-conditioning, and there was a trace of shock in his faint green eyes, "Awesome..."
Not only her, but the teenagers in the other two cages had been stunned long ago, and they couldn't make a sound when they opened their mouths. The inhuman power of the golden realm does have an overwhelmingly strong impact when it is fully displayed.
"He is also injured," Qian grabbed the iron railing with both hands and looked over there quietly. "Otherwise, there is no need for such a great deal of effort."
Uta nodded. She knew it was difficult to understand at her own level, and Akane, who had experienced that height, had a much better vision than her.
At the same time, Joka in another cage was whispering to the thin boy next to him:
"Kewen, do you think they will save us?" he asked.
The thin boy shook his head: "It's hard to say."
"I don't think so," Maher looked outside with a complicated expression. "Why are they trying to save us, not for relatives or reasons, besides, it's not a joke."
"Then what will happen to us?" Joka asked.
The thin boy shook his head again: "I don't know."
"We won't be locked here forever?" Some people were already crying.
"Can't think of a way, Ke Wen." Joka was also a little anxious, he shouldn't be kept in this ghost place forever.
"I'll try." Ke Wen took a look outside and replied.
"Who can I ask for help?" Joka asked.
"Of course it is the captain of the security, I heard people say that no one in Tonigel is his opponent!" someone said. Everyone turned their eyes to Ke Wen, but the thin boy did not answer.
He looked at the field—
…
Brando didn't have too much surprise on his face. For Kuran's victory, it might be better to say that the old man's injury surprised him. It would take so much time for a golden swordsman to deal with a three-headed dog from hell.
He turned his head slightly: "How much did you hurt him?"
"Thousands of troops strike." Medissa replied softly.
The young man wiped his sweat, wondering what kind of monster Kuran was, and he could survive a single blow from a thousand troops. However, Metisa immediately said: "If he missed a hit, he avoided, but was swept by the current and hit the rock again. I chased and he gave up..."
"I don't have a strong sense of resistance." Brando suddenly remembered the sentence that Kuran had called to stop, and realized that the other party might have recognized him early in the morning.
He rubbed his brows, how did the other party recognize him? It can be said that the swordsmanship he used was not from the same system as his grandfather. Although Eruin's battlefield swordsmanship had been reformed after the November War, it was further streamlined after the player's reforms.
But he didn't have time to think about it, the battle on the arena once again opened the curtain, and the old man really asked for a challenge again. The corpse of the three-headed hell dog on the field then turned into white light and disappeared, and a fence to the southwest rose, and a dwarf covered in armor came out from behind.
When the heavy steps sounded, the little silver elf princess suddenly said: "Lord Lord, I know this person."
Brando saw that his whole body was shrouded in heavy plate armor, wearing a savage helmet with four horns on his head, and carrying a warhammer almost half his size on his shoulders—the warhammer was painted with a burning flame. The dwarf with the sign of the fist also said:
"I know too. Lord Evarian, this man is a very famous lord among the gray dwarves. He was a slave to the rune dwarves in the early years-but this is just a phantom, not himself."
He added: "About the strength of the golden early stage."
"Couran is in trouble now."
Medissa did not answer, but gave her master a curious look. She knows the identity of Brando's travel mage, but the travel mage is not the same as a prophet. No doubt Brando knows a lot of knowledge that he shouldn't know.
The history of rune dwarves has long been turned into smoke and dust, not to mention humans, even among the wizards of Buja, only those who have been buried in the literature all the year round, the old man with gray beard and glasses can understand the silver elves and rune dwarves. Some of the secrets.
But as Brando said, Kuran was in trouble.
Evarian may not be as flexible as him, but the old man can hardly pose any threat to the dwarves in this fortress. Moreover, the warhammer used by Evarian is called Rage Flame, and it is full of flame storms within a 20-meter radius of his swing. Kuran tried He attacked several times, but in the end all his beard and eyebrows were burnt to a mess.
The battle is in full swing. Everyone—especially the teenagers in the cage—has raised their hearts to their throats. In their eyes, this old man is their hope, but now this hope is in a hard fight, which makes them feel confident for a while. Shake up.
This is only the second challenge.
However, Kuran was finally forced to the corner by Evarian, and the combat experience of both sides seemed to be similar. The virtual image of Evarian represents his most heyday in the arena, and Kuran is a veteran who survived the blood of the November War, but the gray dwarf lord obviously has more physical strength and excellent magic. Armor also provides him with a huge advantage.
The dwarf let out a roar, and finally launched his most powerful move. A raging flame ignited on his warhammer and swept towards Kuran like a meteor hammer.