Chapter 3494

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the battle was stopped, because the Blanton's sword had been broken, and the two daggers on periner's side had become extremely dull, and the tips of the daggers had been crooked.

It was a bad fight for both men, but soon the happy Rhodes sent them new weapons, along with a set of armor.

"Hahaha, don't get me wrong, it's not to save your life, but I think your fight is more interesting than us!"

The barbarian Rhodes held up his horn bone cup and motioned to them.

"Good luck to you

The Brighton chose a big sword with two hands, and then put on a suit of close fitting half body armor. His hat is very chic. It's a kind of PigHead triangle hat. The eye part has a protective mesh, while the upper body only has a half piece of skin armor to protect the heart, revealing his body full of wounds.

"I'm sorry, I don't think the fight between the two men is enjoyable enough, so to give you some color, Barney, pull out the last group of slaves!"

A prison car was pulled over from one end of the camp. There were several elves sitting on the car, including men and women. They were all bound and wounded.

It seems that on the Rhodes' side, they suffer a lot.

Soon, the competition started again. Palinal chose a traditional leather armor, two high-quality steel daggers and a half meter long dagger tied to his thigh.

The rest of the Elves were armed with daggers, and one was assigned a short bow.

But the Brighton man didn't seem to have the idea of forming a team with them. At the beginning of the game, he killed an elf as his companion with a backhand sword. Before the opponent even had time to react, he split half of his body.

The rest of the elves who stood on his side were startled, but no one dared to fight him.

Blood, the organization fell to the ground, perinal moved his legs in disgust.

Beside him, there are two teammates, but it's hard for them to take care of their own lives.

This Brighton man is very powerful, at least more difficult to deal with than the enemies he met before. The main reason is that his destructive power is too strong, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of pain. But for normal human beings or other non undead life, there seems to be no other race that can be immune to pain except orcs.

In the process of fighting, pain often stimulates people's body. Severe pain may even lead to syncope or loss of normal action. However, an opponent who has the same destructive power and is not afraid of pain and death is absolutely terrible! Palinal can be sure of his judgment, because the dagger in his hand has stabbed the other party's muscle. Such penetrating injury can make ordinary people lose their mobility, even those who are as strong as fighters.

At the moment, the braytons are full of wounds all over their body, and there are even several penetrating wounds in their chest and abdomen. However, their opponents are not only immune to pain, but there is almost no blood flow from the wounds. Even if periner wants him to be paralyzed due to bleeding, it is impossible.

Perinal was panting on the ground, his hands were full of wounds, his upper body had been soaked with blood, and the flesh and blood in one part of his leg had been completely gouged out, and the white bones inside could be seen vaguely. At this time, because he lost too much blood, he began to feel dizzy, and his legs kept twitching.

However, the opponent has come slowly towards him with a big sword. In the eyes of the opponent, he is just a fast running corpse. It only takes a little more time to cut off his head, and then drink with his flesh and blood.

His desire for blood and killing stimulated him. Although he was wearing a covered helmet, his crazy blood thirsty eyes could still be seen through the metal mesh.

About eight steps away, he suddenly waved his big sword. The sword spread out and shoveled a big hole out of the ground. Even the underground rocks were cut in half. At the moment before the arrival of the sword spirit, perinal rolled to one side and covered his body with dust and plasma. Fortunately, the sense of crisis at the critical moment prevented him from becoming a ghost under the sword.

Two fellow elves around also tried to avoid, one barely avoided, but the other

Welling is a wood elf from Weimu province. He only came to sirodil because of his escape. But now, he is going to say goodbye to the world.

He was very unfortunate, including when he was still in his hometown, the turbulence did not make him give up the idea of living, but later he was captured by the Rhodes in a war.

He was tortured again and again and was beaten back.

Then, today, he came to this arena and faced an opponent like death.

This time rolling, let the spirit exhausted the last trace of strength, he slightly opened his eyes, looking at the dark sky, the corner of his eyes left a line of tears.

"This world is a cannibal world, but everyone is working hard for this world. So, my child, I hope you can see the first day of the clouds. "At the last moment, he seemed to see his father's smile. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't touch it

Brighton's sword had fallen in front of him, and it was only a few inches before his life would end. At this time, a sword slanting out of the side blocked the Brighton's big sword, making it unable to fall.

The Brighton turned his head and looked at the uninvited guest.

When he came back to fight again, he saw the thrilling scene. Without thinking about it, he pulled out his sword and blocked the blow for welling.

He's not as powerful as the Brightons, not even as fast. But he didn't have so many ideas. He just made a sword, and then he felt like the God of war possessed himself. His whole body was full of strength and his speed was much faster. He made it! This sudden sword saved him. While the Brighton people were in a daze, other elves rushed to periner and dragged him back.

The clang of swords and swords stopped gradually, and the duel came to an end. The Brighton came over with a bloody head.

Patta! The head was thrown at periner's feet, and then he let out a dull sound with his hair down.

The Brighton put the sword away and let it fall on the ground. He dragged the sword, turned and walked to his own guillotine. Then he sat on the guillotine, inserted the sword into the ground, and began to take off the protective gear on his head.