Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

The thugs did agree to Takusha.

This was totally unexpected.

Or, you know, this kind of thing doesn't seem intelligent at all, after all, it's the urinary nature of the mob.

Instead, another young thug caught Su Shen's attention when the thug rushed out earlier.

He has good hearing.

Through the wind, he could hear something implicitly.

That man, dissuading the previous tyrants.

From Gu Xiaoluo, Su Shen knew that that person was Dunbar.

A smart, cautious and bold tyrant.

Su Shen began to realize that this was perhaps the one he had been conspiring against: a rare Ken Brain tyrant.

This was further confirmed by what Dunbar and Su Shen negotiated next.

Dunbar suggested that Takusha could take place, but that the spectators must be far enough away from both sides of the duel to ensure that the duel took place with absolute fairness.

If any other person or mob is involved in the fighting, it is deemed that the other party has failed, Takusha is cancelled and the other party may withdraw in a timely manner.

Su Shen agreed.

He had no intention of playing tricks in that regard, but the other party's caution proved that he was not a careless opponent.

Perhaps his series of practices were not inspired by grand sacrifice.

With the permission of both parties, Su Shen, Gu Qinglo and He Yuandong withdrew with Dunbar and Mentiano to the distance.

Fall back far enough.

Retreat to a distance that will take them a while to reach even if they rush with their full strength.

There were only two people left on the scene.

Wang Doushan and Ferraro.

Yes, Wang Doushan was the participant in this duel.

It took Su Shen a lot of effort to convince everyone.

At this moment, under the hunting banner, Wang Doushan stands against Ferraro.

Looking at Wang Doushan, Ferraro grinned and revealed Sensen's white teeth: “Will the weak finally have the courage to come out and fight? Looks like you're the strongest of them all. But you're too fat to show real power! ”

Wang Doushan whispered: “I didn't know the mob had so much to say. ”

“It's just a final gift to the dead.” Ferraro shook his arms and soared up a strong sense of war.

He shouted:

“Die! ”

In a wild roar, a chilly fist surrounded by death stirred up a hurricane rage, rushing into Wang Doushan in an unstoppable way.

Wang Doushan smiled.

Faced with this horrible and destructive force, Wang Doushan returned with the same attack.

“Ho!”

Same roar, same punch.

Lifting intense smoke and dust flat, the wind swept and swept and fought.

Boom!

Iron Fist Collision.

Rolling dust and waves roll out.

The center of the collision emitted a platoon of downward sea power, and the next moment the two figures flew at the same time.

Wang Doushan flew to the mountain peak, slammed to the ground, treading on the ground, the earth sounded violently, violently vibrating.

By contrast, Ferraro was much more flexible, rolling over a dozen heels in the air, removing the terror from his opponents, landing easily, not bringing up a bit of dust and smoke, and demonstrating incredible control over power.

This fight is a chess opponent.

Ferraro looked at Wang Doushan and looked at him with excitement: "Your strength is much greater than I thought, it doesn't look like it's all fat. ”

“Didn't you say it was the last sentence?” Wang Doushan scorned.

They looked at each other, and at that moment, their pupils flashed simultaneously through the iron blood warfare.

“Howl!”

Together, they roared at each other, waved their fists, and began to unleash their wildness and wildness.

So on the earth, the dust and smoke swept, and a tide of iron and blood erupted.

Watching two people fight far away, even Dunbar's eyes were a little surprised. Though the people have never been fierce, when a people is really fighting a temple warrior with their own strength, it still feels a little shocked.

But that's why Dunbar was relieved.

Conspiracies always unfold when they are less powerful than their opponents, and conspiracies are meaningless when they are powerful enough.

A people demonstrates the power to confront Templar Warriors, which may be why people dare to use Takusha.

If that's the case, Dunbar's not worried.

The least fear of the mob is the hard work of the real knife gun. If it is defeated in a fair fight, it will die without grievance.

Mendiano next to him suddenly said, "This fat man is good, but it would be a big mistake to think that he could outdo the Ferraro warriors with this level of strength. For Ferraro, it's just warming up. ”

He said, looking at Su Shen like a provocation.

He didn't forget, this is the guy who shaved them before everyone entered, the one Mori Khan ordered to kill first.

Had it not been for Takusha, he would have washed up to kill this skinny man.

Su Sin sneered back at the provocation with Mentiano: “Oh, really? But for us, it's not even a warm-up level. ”

Mendiano's face was heavy: “No shame! ”

Su Shen replied with a sharp irony: “Oops, you can still say idioms. ”

Gu Qingluo couldn't hold it down any longer and smiled.

Mendiano wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Dunbar: "Don't argue with the people, that's their specialty. All we have to do is kill them! ”

Mendiano nodded and backed away.

At this time, the wind and clouds changed sharply on the dueling field.

Perhaps a little tired of such a purely transgressive way of spelling power, Ferraro growled once again after being separated from Wang Doushan, and his whole body of totem tattoos began to shine.

Unlike the thugs that Su Shen had killed, he was bright and all.

The bloody fireworks rolled up with a totem pattern and contoured a huge and elegant pattern over Ferraro's head.

A red-eyed wolf!

The mob's totem pattern is not a random combination, but a degree of integration into a complete whole, transformed into a real totem, the so-called guardian totem.

In an era when there was no temple of energy, the guardian totem represented the power of the tyrants and was the direction of their development.

It's just that most thugs need at least boiling blood to congeal up a complete guardian totem, and Ferraro has done that, even perfectly, in an exhaled atmosphere.

The vast red-eyed wolf in the sky raised his head and roared brightly, some like blood of a blood nobleman, but made a difference.

That horrible image, the pounding momentum, represents an outbreak of horrific power.

Ferraro swept up a flaming airflow all over his body, making the whole space virtually untrue.

“Die, people, the wrath of the Red Wolf! ”

The red-eyed wolf in the sky roared down.