Everything changed too fast, and it shocked everyone in an instant. The old dog slowly stood up from the ground, reached out to pick up a ball of things from the ground, dyed the ball of things red, and then dissipated. At this moment, the few people with higher cultivation levels could see clearly that the old dog was holding a transparent knife.

Everyone has secrets, and everyone has a trump card. This is the old dog's trump card, a transparent and colorless short knife.

Just now, he stabbed Sicilis in the joint and tested the defense of the armor. The old dog had already responded. After being thrown to the ground, the old dog seemed embarrassed, but did not lose his composition, and drew out a transparent long sword in an instant.

Seeing the old dog holding a knife and rushing towards Sicilis, he actually held two knives. After rushing into Sicilis' arms, the short knife stabbed Sicilis' wound again, and the furious Sicilis grabbed the old dog. However, he did not pay attention to the old dog's other hand. The transparent short knife cut Sicilis' head in close range, against the gap in the armor.

The decision of life and death, the victory and defeat is just a moment. The old dog picked up the thrown knife, then grabbed Sicilis' head with one hand, looked at the crusad opposite him, opened his mouth and let out a wild roar. What about the warriors who awakened the ancient blood of the Vikings? So what about the warriors with strong plate armor? What about the guys with almost no exhaustion of brute force?

He was cut off his head by himself and became a dead soldier on the platform!

At this moment, the old dog was filled with a domineering aura, as if it was a peerless magic weapon. His eyes were chilling with sword lights, and the crusaders, who were already noisy, couldn't help but close their mouths. In an instant, they felt that they were the head held by the old dog in their hands.

"Waste! Waste!" Johnson felt that his chest was about to explode, and Guangming immediately selected another candidate. Johnson had a heavy head. One hundred and twenty evolvers of earth-like supernatural powers ran out of the Crusade, and built the same earth-quality platform on the other side. Then a soft figure came out of the Crusade.

The slender man was wearing a blue velvet cloak and a black top hat. Walking in the sturdy Crusaders, he was so delicate and so weak. His fair skin had bright red lips, and a blooming rose was placed beside his lips. The green rhizomes were covered with sharp thorns. The contrast between his fair skin and bright red rose petals was so weird for a moment.

Under his slender figure are two long legs, black horse boots grow under the knees, light but not heavy. Taking standard steps, he walked up to the earth platform step by step, took off his blue velvet cloak, and was wearing a blood-red practice suit. He was wearing a slender flower sword by his waist. The hilt of the sword was decorated with marrow stone, shining brightly in the sunlight. He just stood there simply, and the whole person seemed to be a sharp sword blade.

"Rose Swordsman!" Magneto, who was standing in front of the queue, felt his breathing heavy, trotted to Hua Yang's side and introduced him to him: "This is the Rose Swordsman of the Holy See, and the speed of setting the sword is very fast. Every time they draw the sword, they will pick a rose petal at the corner of their mouth. No one can live before all the rose petals fall."

"So awesome?" Zou Xiaoqiang smiled. He looked at the rose swordsman on the table seriously, and then asked seriously: "What if he picks off the rose petals and has not solved the opponent yet?"

"This?" Magneto was speechless! Looking at Zou Xiaoqiang with a black face, he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, his head shorted and said in a low voice: "Maybe there is a second rose in his pocket!"

"Hahaha!" Zou Xiaoqiang smiled happily, and even Hua Yang on the side couldn't help laughing. There was a second rose in his pocket. Magneto is so talented, so talented!

Zou Xiaoqiang looked at Hua Yang with a flickering eyes, which made Hua Yang feel like he was actually fighting. Hua Yang was in trouble. Zou Xiaoqiang was not the best candidate. Looking at the flower sword beside the rose sword, Hua Yang felt that Wang Guangming would transform into a robot to fight and could achieve an overwhelming victory. Now Zou Xiaoqiang, who is in high spirits, disrupted Hua Yang's overall plan. In this case, Hua Yang could only choose to agree.

Zou Xiaoqiang, who was wearing a black and strong body, had no armor or shield, but was just holding a chain hammer with a rough and rough look. He walked onto the ring like a gorilla.

On one side is the elegant, weak and beautiful rose swordsman, and on the other side is the vulgar, Lugan, careless black tortoise. Just appearing on stage has caused a different impact on everyone.

The rose swordsman opposite, with disdain in his eyes, held the rose proudly, and his slender fingers were placed on the hilt of the flower sword. He seemed to be standing carelessly, but in fact there was a different murderous intent inside.

Zou Xiaoqiang didn't care. The old man who had been through the battlefield had his own war wisdom. He untied layers of iron chains from his body, turned the hammer head with his palm, and provocation and disdain flashed in his eyes: "Can the delicate little man withstand my hammer?"

As soon as the words were finished, the rose sword opposite him moved, leaving a line of afterimages on the ground. The speed was too fast, and the hat on his head rolled down to the ground. The dazzling flower sword left the body from his waist, and the sharp tip of the sword cut the rose petals at the corner of his mouth and stabbed Zou Xiaoqiang.

"Good come!" Zou Xiaoqiang swung his hammer and smashed it over, buzzing! The hammer hit the afterimage of the Rose Sword Hand's body, and it was empty!

Just as Zou Xiaoqiang was stunned, the flower sword in the air turned into a dazzling star, which directly stabbed Zou Xiaoqiang's chest, puffing! It directly pierced Zou Xiaoqiang's heart.

Brush! As if a blow was as fast as thunder, the Rose Swordsman immediately took a step, holding the foil sword in one hand, allowing the blood to fall on it. Listening to the crusaders behind him cheer like waves!

Is it because I am too strong? No! The Rose Sword Hand flashed in his eyes, looking at the enemy who was killed instantly, a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the enemy was too weak!

How could it be! Hua Yang was surprised! I didn’t expect Zou Xiaoqiang to be so vulnerable, and I didn’t expect that the seemingly soft and weak flower sword had such attack power. This was just the first rose petal! It hurt Zou Xiaoqiang hard.

At the same time, a trace of luck rose in Hua Yang's heart. Fortunately, the scene is Zou Xiaoqiang, although he was stabbed in the chest, but it was not fatal. He has abnormal defense and self-healing ability. If he were replaced by Wang Guangming, the transformed heavy mine car would probably not be able to withstand such agility and such fierce attack power.

Zou Xiaoqiang, who was stunned, lost his focal length, and he was hit on the first strike. If it weren't for the zombie-turned body, he would have been dead long ago! Looking at the wound that was still bleeding from black blood, a hint of anger emanated from Zou Xiaoqiang's face. He opened his mouth and let out a hysterical roar.

Suddenly, he was yelled like this, and the Rose Swordsman on the opposite side was so scared that he took a step back, staring at Zou Xiaoqiang who should have died. No one could survive the broken heart, even if he was an evolutionist!

But the facts exceeded the routine. Zou Xiaoqiang, who should have died, gradually healed the wound on his heart. Zou Xiaoqiang, who was aroused from the wildness, stretched his neck and let out a roar of ups and downs. He casually removed his clothes. The tough and angular tendon flesh was exposed to the air.

Zou Xiaoqiang, who was flamboyant and domineering, stared at his eyes wide, showed his cold white teeth at the Rose Sword Hand, and took big steps to rush over. The chain hammer in his hand danced, and directly hit the Rose Sword Hand with the roar of wind and thunder.

Brush! It's empty again! The chain hammer that hit the sound boom hit the afterimage of the Rose Swordsman, biting the Rose's swordsman. He drew his swordsman again, and a second rose was picked up on the tip of the sword. He pierced into Zou Xiaoqiang's throat with a puff, and then quickly retreated to the side. Looking at Zou Xiaoqiang standing there, the Rose Swordsman believed that this blow would kill him.

The result was unexpected again. Zou Xiaoqiang, who should have died, rushed over again, which surprised the Rose Swordsman again. At the same time, it aroused his competitive spirit. There are no immortal species in this world. Even powerful zombies, as long as they are beaten to death, they will not escape the fate of death.

The Rose Swordsman relied on his agile steps and strange speed to surround Zou Xiaoqiang. How could Zou Xiaoqiang, who suffered two losses, suffer the third loss? He refined his body into an immortal body, but he did not also refine his head into an immortal one. So in this case, Zou Xiaoqiang dodged left and right in a very embarrassing manner for a moment. For a moment, he seemed embarrassed, but he had no worries about his life. Moreover, Zou Xiaoqiang was still gritting his teeth and waiting for the last chance.

Bang! Another blow, Zou Xiaoqiang took seven steps back, his whole body was covered in scars. Except for his head, blood was dripping from other places. It was like a doll bitten by a mad dog, full of holes.

The rose swordsman, who was originally calm and gentle, was already panting at this moment. On the bloody sword, there was a row of rose petals on the rhizomes on the corner of his mouth. After the sword was stabbed, if the other party could not be killed, the rose swordsman really didn't know what else to do!

"Hehe!" Zou Xiaoqiang smiled and said in a low voice: "Thirty-two swords! You bastard, stabbed me with thirty-two swords!" As he said that, his expression was excited and ferocious: "You bastard, the thirty-two swords did not stab me to death! What a waste!"

Zou Xiaoqiang said, narrowing his eyes slightly, and looking up and down the Rose Sword Hand unrestrainedly: "Only the last rose petal is left. A friend of mine said that there is another rose flower in the pocket of the Rose Sword Hand. If there is one, you can take it out now!"

The plain words had an insult that was unbearable. The Rose Sword Hand stretched out his neck and felt that his soul was insulted. Even the noble swordsman profession was defiled by himself. The angry Rose Sword Hand opened his mouth slightly, took out the rose, removed the last petal, and then stabbed it on the flower sword, solemnly salute Zou Xiaoqiang. He was about to stab the last sword that each rose swordsman must practice.

Zhang Tianshi looked at Zou Xiaoqiang who was walking, and couldn't help but smile, revealing his only few teeth, and asked in a low voice: "Is the fight fun?"

Zou Xiaoqiang looked at Zhang Tianshi and said, "There is nothing fun or not. I think you are always itchy?"

Master Zhang really shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Then I'll go up and fight. The old man has lived for almost a lifetime and has never beaten the ring. It's really a pity in life!" As he said, he also said to the earth-system evolutionist below: "You guys go quickly and connect the two platforms into one. The old man takes action and wants to go to the big platform."

The earth-based evolutionist looked at Hua Yang, and Hua Yang slightly raised his head and signaled them to prepare quickly. Then he looked at Zhang Tianshi with a happy look. Seeing that he looked firm, he did not dissuade him.

The land between the two platforms rose and instantly turned into a fighting arena that was ten times the size of the original fighting field. The old Zhang Tianshi waved his sleeves and walked onto the ring. The old man was dry all over his body and wrinkled on his face. As soon as he appeared, he was ridiculed by people around him: "Is there no one in China who is so old to go on stage to die? "

"Let me go to this game! I can cut the old thing into many pieces in one round!" "..." "..." "..."

"Stop!" As he heard everything his subordinates said, Johnson couldn't hold back and shouted to the people behind him with a tense face: "I want to go away, he is a fifth-level peak evolver!"

"Fifth-level Peak..." These words seem to possess magic power, like heavy hammers hitting everyone's heart. The fifth-level Peak is a level that can only be looked up and invincible. In an instant, it is like the freezing technique performed by an ice psychic genius, killing all the noises.

Johnson, who was desperate for face, no longer knew what words to express his feelings at this moment. He reexamined the so-called general, but Johnson smelled a strong conspiracy at this moment. It was like a man holding a brick to tell him that it was tofu, and then fooled himself to bump up, once, twice, three or five times, and after hitting his head, the man changed into another nail and let himself continue to bump.

He was injured at first, but later he was deadly! Johnson was so angry that he was trembling all over, his face was pale, his chest was undulating, and his lungs were almost irritated! Is he his IQ low? No! The enemy is too cunning!

Johnson, who was still shirking responsibility for himself under such circumstances, was naturally unwilling to accept the bitter failure. Looking at the Zhang Tianshi on the platform, Johnson found that this was a deep pit and he would not be deceived again!

Johnson, who was thinking through and thoughtful, raised his knight spear and bounced his fingers on the armor three times, and the signal of the general attack was sent out. The 12 million crusaders gushed forward like a tide.

Zhang Tianshi on the platform changed his face and shouted: "You guys are cheating and you are willing to fight alone and not fight together!"
Chapter completed!