v2 Chapter 1998： Soldier

There are more and more gods and people coming over. This Colosseum is crowded with people. There is no way to accommodate more people. Countless people still want to squeeze in. I want to see the battle inside. I want to know the emperor. Who is God?

After a while, the excitement and excitement of the people slowly calmed down, and a pair of eyes looked at Zhao Wei, who was in the center of the field.

And that power **** has been lifted to heal the wound.

Zhao Wei turned around and looked at the gods in the stands. His eyes were slightly scornful and his voice was more overbearing. "Who else?"

"This person is too crazy!"

Many gods' faces are full of anger, but they are not Zhao's opponents. They can only look at a young man with a cold face and a purple dress.

He is the last fight, and he ranks first in strength. Now he can only stop the crazy guy. Others have no hope, because the third-ranked person is killed by a second, how can they win each other? .

In the face of everyone's eyes, the cold youth did not change his face. He flew down from the stands and landed on the ground. A pair of eyes looked at Zhao Wei coldly.

The scene was completely quiet, and countless people looked forward to watching the field. This time, the last fights were shot by themselves, and countless people were more excited and excited.

What kind of battle will they break out in the end?

Zhao Wei’s look is slightly more serious, because it also feels that this cold young man is not simple, much stronger than other gods.

Oh...

A huge force broke out from the cold youth, and he did not have any accidents, directly using all the strength.

A piece of weapon emerged from the void, including knives, swords, guns, axes, sticks, spears, and various weapons of the Ge, each emitting a faint purple light with a powerful momentum.

The cold young man is a soldier, capable of manipulating countless weapons to fight, and his strength is very strong. He defeated countless people in the last session and eventually won the title of Fighting God.

It’s awkward!

Zhao Wei also directly used the powerful force of the gods, and the terrible blood-colored lightning spread out, turning the 100-meter range into a thunder pool. The lightning flashed, flashed, collided, and hit the ground.

The arc is bloody, forming a **** thunder pool. Zhao Wei is standing in the center of the thunder pool, emitting a horrible momentum.

The cold young man held out a hand to Zhao Wei. One piece of weapon behind him was also directed at Zhao Wei. The cold young man was the soldier, and the outstretched hand pushed forward.

Oh...

The roots of the weapon with a powerful momentum, dragging a stream of light, quickly shot Zhao Yu, the power is amazing.

Oh...

The weapons were shot into the thunder pool, and countless blood-colored lightnings in the thunder pool, with fierce power, hit the weapons, all the weapons were crushed, and countless pieces collapsed.

The cold young man’s expression was a glimpse, and he reached out and grabbed a long gun in his hand.

I saw him holding the pistol in his hands and lifting it up. The gun head was facing down, and a huge amount of divine power was injected into it. The long gun ignited a purple arrogance, forming a gust of wind blowing around.

"Boom!"

Bingshen held a long gun in his hands and inserted it into the ground. A huge force poured into the ground and made a roar.

Oh...

Numerous weapons were pierced on the ground, like a river formed by a weapon. The fierce force with all the power penetrated into the **** thunder pool of Zhao Wei, and it was unstoppable.

It’s awkward...

Countless lightning flashes in the **** thunder pool, making a sound, and also began to gather to the front, with the power of breaking all things, densely shot to the front.

Oh...

A loud bang was heard, countless weapons and lightning struck together, a violent explosion, numerous fragments of weapons crashed, electric light splashed, and a strong wind raged around.

However, in the end, countless weapons were crushed by countless blood-colored lightnings, and those fierce and terrible blood-colored lightnings continued to fly toward the gods.

The soldier's face was expressionless. One hand raised the long gun that was inserted on the ground, and all the power was injected into the long gun in his hand. The long gun ignited an arrogance, emitting a terrible pressure.

Boom!

The Bingshen forced the rifle out of force. The pike had the power to penetrate everything. It seemed to explode the space and make a loud sound. No one could stop it. It was terrible.

Oh...

The countless blood-colored lightning that flew past the gods of the gods was directly penetrated by the powerful force of the long gun, and turned into countless blood-colored spots.

The rifle continued to carry amazing power, and the speed was extremely fast to Zhao Feifei, but only passed by in the air.

"Hey!"

The long gun directly penetrated Zhao's chest and directly nailed Zhao's body to the ground.

Countless gods showed a surprise smile, their fighting spirit is still strong, amazing strikes killed the other side, this is also the other side to live, there is no strength to install anything, now see the power of fighting God!

Many people have a look of sorrow, and they support the **** of the gods to die like this? They didn't even think of this scene.

Not only do they have a small face and a fog, but they also have a wrong face. What do they think is not simple, so simple to die?

The night family and the moon **** buds were also surprised.

The soldier's face was a glimpse, and he did not expect that the attack could kill and deal with it. There was some confusion in his heart. The feeling that the person gave him would never be so easily killed.

"Hey!"

A huge dragon rang through the eight squares ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Bingshen heart suddenly stunned, the body is like falling into the ice cave, the body trembles uncontrollably.

I saw Zhao Wei appear behind him, the left eye glazed eyes singularly shining, the right hand into a claw, countless blood-colored lightning emerged from his right hand, forming a horrible Thunder Dragon, with the power of blasphemy.

"boom!"

Zhao Yu's claw hit the back of the ice god, the horrible Thunder Dragon also hit the back of the ice god, has been hit by a kilometer, and the **** of war hit the wall of the Colosseum.

The wall was cracked and collapsed, and the stone flew, and several large blood-colored lightnings struck on the wall for a few seconds before finally dissipating.

There was a big pit in the wall, and the blood of the **** of the gods was inlaid with a weak breath. It was already unaware and fainted.

Time!

The audience of the audience hit Zhao Wei, and he was shocked. Didn’t he just have a long shot through his chest? How suddenly appeared behind the ice god, it is a stroke of the second god.

And this is not an ordinary god, nor a famous strong, but the last fight, the most powerful **** in this place, no one can compare with him.

"Can you be defeated now?"

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