Monarch of Evernight

“Yi… Lin Shuang is not such a person! Whatever it is, it's impossible to sacrifice so many red scorpions! ”

Wei broke heavenly, the slippery day swept away, looked at the excited and resolute look of the thousand nights, just patted him on the shoulder, did not continue talking.

There was confusion in the mind of the thousand nights, and the confusion that even he was unwilling to face. In my memory, Lin Xitang is definitely not the kind of person who would sell his men for a little benefit. If he could do so ruthlessly, he would not be dragged into the mud of the Xijiang rebellion.

I can't believe that man would do something like that! It was Lin Xitang who took him out of the dump and got not only a whole new life but also the goal of life. Thousands of nights of hard work and hard work were meant to finally stand before the man and let him know that he had not failed his expectations.

Even in the most difficult days after being contaminated by the blood of darkness, the thousand nights grabbed every hint of hope to survive, because the man gave his life so important that it could not be easily given up. But if Wei's speculation is slightly possible, then all his persistence and struggle in the past will become meaningless!

Wei Daotian reached out and held his arm tight for a thousand nights, “Xiao Night, forget about those things, you can't go back! ”

Thousands of nights I didn't expect Wei Futian, who was crude and upright, to say this, had to stay. He was confused and dull, and asked later, "Am I the only survivor of that battle? ”

“In fact, in the eyes of the Empire, you are long dead. ”

This evening, a thousand nights of total inability to fall asleep, he ended up sophisticated, skilled in the state of golden blood gas running independently in the body. Since General Manager Wen thinks that his abnormal physical behavior comes from the early morning dawn, make good use of this misunderstanding.

The next morning, the battle ring took place in the arena behind the Grand Duke of the Patriotic Court. The huge stadium is divided into dozens of venues, and the competition can take place simultaneously.

Hundreds of people, the vast majority of them sergeant children, signed up for the competition. The first three rounds are the pattern of eliminating the race plus wheels, which means that each liner has to beat several opponents in a day. A child like Kiki won't be in action until the fourth round tomorrow. Zhao Junhong and Song Zining will enter the fifth round, and can choose which opponent against them.

Unlike hunting grounds, where the world is dominated by teams, fighting is the stage where the sergeants can truly stand out. Not to mention anything else, the highest reward for a fight is a Grade 5 tailor-made version of the Force Gun, which is probably the most powerful weapon a family of samurai can get!

With the addition of the word tailor-made, it is not limited to the level of a force gun. In the hands of some people with special talents, a Grade 5 gun that can fully leverage its gifted abilities may ultimately have more power than a regular Grade 6 Force Gun.

Zhao Junhong's iconic silver wing fantasy is a custom version of the Lv5 gun. As one of Zhao's newborn four sons, he also used a Grade 5 bespoke gun, which shows how tempting the prize in the fight is.

In addition to those generous rewards, this is also the ladder of climbing for the sergeant's children. The presence of the Duke of Wei and his guests is more intuitive than the actual battle of the hunting grounds, where outstanding contestants, without exception, are enthusiastically solicited by the world community. Therefore, every disciple of the Serbian tribe attaches great importance to this race and strives for it.

The atmosphere of war was felt as soon as we arrived on the field. On the martial arts side, the contestants are lined up in a long line and are picking up number plates. The first three rounds depend entirely on the drawing of lots to determine the order of the battles between them, and perhaps the first round of two powerful fighters will be split together, something that happens every spring hunt.

The Patron would never have taken steps to avoid such a situation, and luck was equally a part of the imperial concept. If you have the heart of a strong man who wants to climb to the top, you must have the courage to crush all opponents on the road.

Stand in line for a thousand nights, slowly move forward and receive a number card of your own: 163.

A huge virtual light screen was raised on the side of the stadium, showing all the martial arts. Then a pair of numbers start to appear in a battlefield, which is the matrix that the row will start.

Thousand Nights found his number on it and walked to Fighting Ground 20.

A bald man stood in front of a thousand nights. He had a thick beard with strange blue and gray eyes, a body almost two or three laps bigger than the thousand nights, and a single arm thicker than the thousand nights' thighs.

The big man smiled unkindly and looked up and down for a thousand nights and said, "Gun boy, I know you. I heard you used a hawk to play with Mr. Zhao's team? This is amazing, but this is the ring, and we're going to fight with our fists, and you won't be able to use your gun. ”

The big man moves his hands, his joints keep making crackling noises, and then he starts running around the night, walking around and saying, “I've always hated snipers, very, very hated them! You know why? Because I think those guys are cowards who don't have * * to hide in the darkest corners and deal with their opponents far away with bullets. All they need is the power to move their fingers, so one looks like a skinny monkey, or one looks like a woman! Yes, you are! ”

Drop your eyes low and your legs slightly apart from your shoulders flat, which is the most basic form of combat in the military. He didn't move, as if he didn't hear what the big man was saying.

“Boy, I'll punch you in the face when the game starts! So you better admit to losing faster, before I can stop! ”

The night still stands quietly like a statue.

At this time, a low, cold horn sounded over the martial arts, which marked the beginning of the fight.

The more you lift your eyes, the more furious you will be!

The bald-headed man had set his oblique lunge and was about to punch. At this time, he seemed to be suddenly stuck. He opened his mouth and even had a stagnation in his hand! In front of him, a wave of force appeared as if it were hidden from the sky, and the momentum was unstoppable!

Battle-experienced man suddenly returns to his senses and realizes that he is deterred by his opponent's temper! He made a strange noise, his fist quickened, and he smashed it in the head at a thousand nights!

But the big man's first chance has been lost. This punch hurried to break through the momentum of the thousand nights. It is more than just fierce, and the change is not enough. He looked at the work rack of the thousand nights as a fighting technique in the army, he was ready to be attacked by the ridge gap, and he thought about the next change of attack pattern.

Yet at night, he exhaled and punched with his luck. He actually blew out the exact same punch. He sturdily punched Dahan in the face!

The big man's face was like a kaleidoscope, and countless expressions instantly appeared at the same time. It was not clear whether it was fear or worry. His arms were suddenly squeaky and distorted.

The result of the fist is that the man's arm is directly broken!

A thousand nights flying and kicking in the stomach of a big man! This foot kicked the big man out of the sky, but it was weirdly glued to the Thousand Night Army boots and didn't fly out of the fight field instantly.

People who know how to walk immediately know that the foot strength of the thousand nights is too strong, and it is a sudden disease harvest, leaving no room for the opponent to retreat at all, and can only sustain the strength of this foot firmly on the ground.

Thousands of nights legs closed, the big man condensed in the air for a moment, which just pounced on the ground, face landed, pounding, more than a dozen teeth scattered in the blood water on the ground.

“Sorry, you admitted losing a little slowly, so I couldn't stop.” Thousands of nights said faintly.

The big man can only make a howling cry. After the war, he was crushed almost instantly by a thousand nights of destruction and decay. Where is there room to talk?

Two private guards of the Patriot walked over and lifted the bald man down.

Thousands of nights looked back and forth at the fighting field, mostly at the height of the fierce battle.

Most of the children of the soldiers who dare to participate in this type of wheel battle are of good strength, so there are quite a few battles that are equally powerful. Many martial arts have begun to see blood, and even two lives have been lost. In contrast, the bald-headed man who fell under Thousand Nights was slightly injured, but losing was really ugly. He was expected to walk out later and be ridiculed for a long time.

Slowly walking to the fighting arena for a thousand nights, I was looking for a place to rest, and suddenly a few applause came along, someone praised: "Good fight! ”

He looked up and saw Zhao Junhong standing beside him, not knowing how long he had been here.

Thousand nights smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao. ”

Zhao Junhong, as if he had not heard the slightest irony in the thousand nights, said: “That would be interesting, lest even my face be seen. I'll wait for you in the showdown, and if you win, my prize in the spring hunt will be yours. ”

Thousand nights laughed again, this time with a little more sincerity, “Thank you first for the generosity of Prince Zhao. ”

Zhao Junhong said faintly: “Wait till you see me with that skill. ”

A bunch of fighters keep walking to the battlefield, then either winning or losing, and then leaving. Some become corpses on the battlefield forever, and every narrow upward staircase is no more benevolent than the bloody fighting in the Black Stream of the Continent at night.

At last, the first round of fighting was all over, and the second rival, a rather sweet and charming young soldier girl, arrived at the end of the night. She stood in front of the thousand nights, with a beautiful pair of eyes, as if she could speak, watching the thousand nights constantly.

“You look great!” She suddenly said.

“Thank you." she replied faintly.

“My name is Xie Wenyang, will you give me a moment? ”

“Bad.”

The cold answers of the thousand nights made her eyes red as if she had been subjected to great grievances. She stood there with a little shyness, just bowing her head and shaking her horns. It didn't look like she came to the fighting field at all. It looked like the girl who raised her deep girlfriend in cardamom.

The trumpet sounded again, and the atmosphere rose again in the thousands of nights, turning to the sea. He arrived in front of Xie Yingxiang in a few steps and punched him in the chest.

Xie Language seemed scared, but did not evade. Instead, he raised his chest and faced a thousand nights of boxing. Her move almost squeezed all the stunning breasts out of her clothes, and even made two samurai teenagers look bloody and red-hearted outside the field.