People Are in Douluo, Good at Hugging Thighs

A quarter of an hour later, looking down from above, it was already pitch black.

Only the small circular piece in the field glows orange in the sunlight.

Da Tata... The footsteps are light, the dust is blown by the wind, and it is rolled back silently.

In the center of the arena, two figures, one black and one silver, stood majestically.

"Dinglingling..." After the crisp female voice, ear-piercing bells rang from all directions.

"Wh... bang... clang..." Overbearing knives and lingering swords collided with each other, passionate air waves spread to the bottom of the feet, and dusty sand swirled from the cracks in the floor, sweeping like a rock. It rushes to the surroundings like a falling bitan.

Click, the ground was overwhelmed and shattered.

The light of the sword was like a shooting star, and the light of the knife was like a curtain. The two figures of "Qiang" were shaken and each took a step back.

Immediately, there was a more intense confrontation. There were no gorgeous moves, only extremely simple collisions. The strong sunlight mixed with splashing sparks burst out between the interlacing of swords, producing a more blazing light.

"It's so strong!" All the people watching had such thoughts, and they were dumbfounded.

"It's exciting!" Ning Xiaotian was excited. The speed of the opponent could keep up with his own attack, and even the strength was not too much. Every time he parried his slashing, but the reaction was slightly flawed, and he could only attack in a violent attack. Counterattack after collision.

After all, his mental power is very strong, and he always moves one step ahead.

This is also Ning Xiaotian's greatest advantage, so he has been relying on fierce attacks to find flaws.

In terms of physical strength, with the blood beads in his abdomen and the soul bone in his hands, double blessings, he has never been afraid of anyone.

But it is only limited to his hands. The blessing of two spirit bones makes his arms extremely strong and resilient, but his spine and legs are weak in comparison. If the opponent has the absolute crushing power, he You can only retreat.

Unfortunately, there is no opposite.

The battle continues.

Ning Xiaotian attacked fiercely, not wanting to leave a single flaw for the opponent, and at the same time concentrated his attention, carefully observing the opponent's moves and the details of the linkage of the body.Fighting is like this, not only the swaying of arms, the collision of weapons, but the mobilization of every muscle in the body, joint force, even if it is to avoid, it is also moving the whole body.

The nearly two-meter body shape gave the opponent in front of him a powerful force, and the exquisite light armor endowed him with impressive defensive power. Coupled with his impressive speed, even if he had a sharp sword in his hand that was not inferior to the top-level primordial spirit, It is also difficult to break the defense and injure the physical body in a short time. "It seems that my action of piercing the light armor with a sword made the arena vigilant." Ning Xiaotian thought about cause and effect.

The arena equipped the gladiators in front of them with refined iron armor.

"However, how many swords can he block?" His sword can be made of cold iron, one of the hardest metals in the world. The managers of the arena probably don't even recognize it, let alone hire someone built.

In the battle of life and death, equipment can also bring great advantages.

Chapter 199 The Battle Continues

Stabbing, chopping and hanging... The sword in Ning Xiaotian's hand is like a phantom, and he cooperates with his arms, wrists, waist, legs... at close range... Every sword is full of extremely strong strength, and every sword is aimed at Vital points of the body, especially the throat area.

The throat is on the upper body of the human body. With such a tall man, raising a knife to block will put a huge load on the wrist and shoulders. This is the same as fetching water in his previous life. It is easy to carry the bucket on the waist, but if it is carried to the chest and walks, it will be very heavy. It was extremely laborious.

After a long time, the shoulders will be sore and the wrists will hurt.

The giant man tried his best to fight back, and as time passed, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, whether it was due to violent movements or the scorching sun. "Where did this man come from a monster?" The giant man was distressed, the opponent's offensive seemed to have never stopped, every sword was full of great force, and his tiger's mouth was numb, and the armor on his body felt more and more cumbersome.

He didn't know if it played a defensive role, but he really felt the burden.

My wrist was numb, even a little swollen, and my right shoulder had a faint tingling sensation, which was extremely uncomfortable.

While thinking about it, the parry action slowed down slightly, "We can't go on like this anymore! We must organize an attack and get the upper hand to suppress it first." With a slump in his heart, he held the handle of the knife horizontally with his wrist, curled up his waist, and swung the knife with all his strength. collision.

The powerful impact caused the ground under their feet to crack instantly.

"Good opportunity!" Ning Xiaotian's eyes lit up. The roll at the waist of the giant man was a bit big. After a knife, the upper body, especially the right shoulder, retreated slowly, and the posture of holding the knife with his wrist was also a bit wrong, too reluctantly.

He waited for the expected gap.

While thinking, Ning Xiaotian put his heels on top, and his body became stable first, and then his right sword slashed towards the upper right.

"Clang!" The broad blade flew in the air, and the giant man's knife was released from his hand, and his body was also thrown to the right.

"It's over!" His heart tightened, and he stepped hard, wanting to retreat.

"Pfft..." There was a crisp tearing sound, the tip of the tongue was cold, and the Adam's apple gurgled, but no sound came out.

The blade pierced his lower jaw from bottom to top.

Phew, the blade was pulled out, blood poured out, the giant fell limp, his brain was penetrated, and his life disappeared very quickly.

"Hiss..." The people in the stands only felt chills on the back of their necks, trembling slightly, and unconsciously covered their throats with their hands, their Adam's apple surged violently, as if they were confirming whether their lives were still alive. "Ah!" A woman screamed, quickly covered her face and turned her head away, fearing to take another look at the giant man in the scene, she buried herself in her partner's arms and kept trembling.

The crimson under the head surged and flowed, really penetrating.

We broke up after we got out, and actually took me to see such a horrible scene... She looked cold and thought regretfully.

Seeing this, the man next to him swayed his arms slightly, and was full of sweet words.

Horrible scenes flashed through the woman's mind at this time, the more she wanted to forget, the clearer she became, she completely ignored the thunder and cries around her, and she pulled the man's collar tightly with both hands, as if she didn't listen or listen to me appearance.

"It's okay, that person has been carried away." After a while, the man continued to speak close to her ear.

"Really?" the woman said, holding her full chest and slowly raised her head.

Sure enough, the giant man's body was no longer there, and there were only faint traces of solidification left in the scarlet pool.

Apparently it has been cleaned up.

"Then why is the golden warrior still standing there?" The woman asked in confusion, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"The Golden Warrior chose to continue." The man showed excitement.

"I won't read it." The woman's face turned pale, she struggled to stand up, turned her head and left.

The man looked hesitantly at the pretty woman who stopped every three steps, then at the burly gladiator walking out of the corridor, and shouted loudly, "Tweety, you go home first, I'll go find you after I finish watching." After all, he twisted his buttocks and stopped moving.

I am also a sword martial soul, such a battle is too difficult to encounter.Tweety will coax her when she gets back...he thought so.

"Woooooo..." the woman ran away in tears.

"Brother, how could you do this?" Beside the man, another male companion stood up, with a distressed look on his face, "I'll go and see, Tweety is alone, it's not good if she is in danger." , ran away quickly.

How could the game be as good as Tweety...he thought so.

"..." The man was silent, then his eyes were firm, and he continued to look at the field.

Without strength, nothing can be grasped.What he wants to protect is not just lovers.

"Dingling..." The ear-piercing bell rang again.

"What's the matter? Both sides didn't move." In the stands, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"General, is this arrangement really okay?" Behind the top window, the man in Tsing Yi turned his head and asked.

"Skills are not at the same level at all. I can't beat him anyway. Why not try his attack strength and physical strength limit." The old man sighed, "At my age, I can no longer fight high-intensity and long-term fights."

"Hey." The man in Tsing Yi's eyes dimmed, and then his heart moved, and he forced a smile: "Maybe the Golden Warriors won't continue to fight after this round." At least it won't continue today, and the general can spend more time with his family and brothers one day.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer.

"Mace? It's still such a long pole..." Ning Xiaotian looked at the heavy armored man who was holding a two-meter-long mace in front of him and glared at him. He didn't know what to say for a while, "Do you think I can't run Do you want to have a tough battle with me?"

"Such a long mace has a very wide attack range, and with the heavy spiked hammer on its head, its strength is absolutely domineering. Even if you stand still and swing it in place, you can kill me with just one swing. Seriously injured."

"Wearing heavy armor, the defense is not something I can break through at will." Ning Xiaotian analyzed the situation between the enemy and the enemy, "But wearing heavy armor is easy to slow down the speed, and carrying a mace made of fine iron, the physical strength can be reduced." The consumption can be imagined."

"Besides, the lethality of the mace is mainly concentrated on the top hammer. With such a long rod, according to the principle of leverage, swinging it will definitely cause a huge load on the arm muscles, and it will easily break the balance." He thought about the countermeasures , "I can dodge my head, fight close to me, and attack my palm with all my strength, provided I don't get caught by him close up."

"His head and bulky legs are also attackable points."

"I need to take advantage of my speed and at the same time use my perception to dodge it."

"It seems that today I have to show off the king of Qin's circle around the pillar." Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian's eyes narrowed, the blade in his hand changed from a straight grip to an inverted grip, and he galloped forward.However, before the distance of three meters was close, the opponent's mace waved like a windmill.

The powerful force caused a gust of wind to blow up on the field, sending dust flying.

"Damn, it's really violent." The audience in the stands and Ning Xiaotian had such thoughts at the same time.

Chapter 200

The opponent is now in full swing, it seems that he can only temporarily lure the enemy to make moves on the edge of the attack, exhausting the opponent's physical strength... Ning Xiaotian had no choice but to stop quickly, and while testing, he observed the frequency of mace swings to find the opponent's strength. body gap.

For a while, the two fell into a stalemate.

"Nimma, it's like a tortoise shell, how can you beat it?" The audience outside the venue felt their scalps go numb.

"It feels like I can only use up the opponent's physical strength, and now I can't get close at all." Someone shook his head and complained, "This gladiator is a real dog, so he just stands there and swings his club. Do you dare to take a few steps forward? blush for him."

In his opinion, anyone who does not take the initiative to attack is a coward.

"If I were a golden warrior, I'd just sit and rest." A teasing voice came from beside him.

"You rest, isn't that gladiator resting?" The companion rolled his eyes violently.

"It's really going to be dark." A man in the back row grabbed the front seat with both hands and laughed.

"Let's see how the Golden Warriors break the game." The man who spoke first in the front row shook his head helplessly.After finishing speaking, he slapped his thigh, raised his eyebrows, and shouted loudly: "What did the steward of the arena think? Sending such a person here is far from the last one."

"Agree!" Everyone around said in unison.

They came to the arena to watch the fights, so what's the point if they can't fight now.

It's a man's romance to see blood from the stick to the flesh.

"I feel like I can do it." Suddenly a person uttered a strange cry.

The partners stopped talking, and looked at the past together with a look of caring for the mentally handicapped.The man beside him also chuckled, winked and said: "Go up, I can take my brothers to your house for dinner at noon."

The boat of friendship turned over as soon as it said it, and he glared at his companions angrily: "You really hope that Dad and I will die soon?"

The ridicule is all ridicule, he is not really blind, the timing and strength of the giant's swing, even the elders of the soul king in the clan can't do it.

"Get out!" Everyone found a venting point and punched hard.

"Wipe, don't slap your face!" the man wailed.

"Who the hell is tearing my pants?" His face was suddenly terrified, and some of his friends had a bad taste.

"..."

On the audience stage, people's heads were moving, and there were loud noises one after another. Many people gathered together and discussed fiercely.

"How should the Golden Warriors break the game?" became the focus of the topic.