Chapter 121: Competition (2) Saron the Tyrant

"Good arrow!" The fat man looked at Kestaite under the stage with such admiration. Such superb skills, I am afraid that the same mountain hunter Clolisat may not have him. The most important thing is Kesa With Stey fully taking advantage, he still only warns his opponent with an arrowhead, forcing his opponent to abstain, instead of shooting his opponent's throat with a single arrow. This kind of rare respect is what fat people most appreciate.
The off-stage Questay has retired, followed by a duel of two shield swordsmen, two people come and go, the shields smashed, and they cut each other out, although the offensive was fierce, but watch After the wonderful performance of the former Kestel, this ordinary game has failed to attract the attention of the audience. Many of the spectators who came for the Kestel have got up and left, and they have left most of them for a while, leaving only the scattered. Dozens of people, it seems that the influence of barbarian hunter Kestay is really not small
"I heard that Saron also signed up for the competition, is it true?" The fat man didn't want to waste time on these two mediocre fighters, and stood up and asked Situhan around him. "Salon is not a knight, how is he?" Enrollment?"
"The Japanese tile car has always been a place that pays more attention to identity, but this time I heard that the restrictions on ordinary games have been relaxed. As long as it is a fighter, you can register. The captain of Saron immediately registered because of itchy hands." The doubts on the face, on the contrary, showed the fat man's awakened appearance. "Oh, it seems that the Dardanelles are not stupid. They even came up with the name of the competition to envelop talent. This idea is really good."
　　 "It's really what happened when I heard that!" Stuart nodded in agreement. "Unfortunately, Captain Saron's preliminary match is scheduled for tomorrow, otherwise we can watch a wonderful duel!"
　　 "The double swords are interesting to the longbow! "The fat man has a pleasant smile on his face" I hope that the silly big man Saron will not let us down!"
As a rare double-sword warrior, Sauron is definitely an alien in this competition. Double-sword is a mercenary weapon with mixed skills. There is no standardized system, no unified technique, and more mercenaries fight. Shi Biao's embodiment is that if one knife changes for two, I will injure you and make it simple and cost-effective.
　　 Saron, a former mercenary, stubbornly filled in his weapon column with "double knives", which once attracted a booby from nearby applicants
　　 "What kind of weapon is the double sword? Is the double sword also a weapon!"
　　Salon stood quietly, the double knives behind him did not come out of the sheath, but the cloudy one-eye had made the "Lufthansa Shield" ten meters away feel cold.
　　 "The other party is a master!"
As the famous shield swordsman of Riwa, Sodas knows the strength of his opponent better than the "non-goods" audience in the stands. The opponent just steadily went there. Mi Wai has already suffocated herself, and the double knives are still unsheathed.
　　 "I don't care who you are, Lufthansa's shield will smash you!"
　　 Sodas raised the round shield in his handshake to his chest, only staring at Saron with a pair of eyes, secretly cheering himself up, teasing his opponent in language, hoping to be able to overpower his opponent in momentum,
　　 "Bee Stinger Strike!"
Seeing that his opponent was unmoved, Sodas suddenly accelerated and rushed into the two-meter range of Saron. The knight sword in his right hand slashed an arc into Saron's waist. At this moment, Sodas felt that he was so close to victory. , The other party’s arrogance allowed him to seize this rare opportunity
　　 "Does the opponent know that within two meters, is it the world of shield swordsmen?"
"Dang" sounded crisply, and Saron didn't move, but his body moved slightly to the right. Sodas's "strike of the bee sting" stabbed on the scabbard behind Saron. Long will use the scabbard to block the enemy's imperative stab, just at the moment when everyone is stunned, Saron's double knives finally come out of the sheath, and the moment is fierce like fire
"block!"
Saron screamed, and the double knives came out of the scabbard on the back, and turned into two flashes of light on the shield of the shield swordsman. The huge impact force made Sodas like a heavy hammer, and the shield was almost shaken. , With an unstable figure, took a few steps backwards, his face was sweating, and the tiger's mouth holding the shield was cracked with a mouth.
The two sharp swords that followed immediately came over like a storm. The sword was chopped on the shield of Sodas. There were no skills and no rules. Saron was such two long battle swords. cut.
　　 Sodas behind the shield was almost hacked off, and he could only kneel on the ground to resist desperately. The painful despair made Sodas feel like a boat in a storm. Every moment is as long as a hundred years.
　　 "Saron! Saron!"
The audience in the stands was heated by the blood of Saron’s violent double knives, shouting loudly, the situation was reversed so suddenly, the spirit of Saron’s body made them crazy, and even the audience shouted "killed he!"
"Poof!" With a muffled sound, the shield in Sodas's hand could no longer be sustained. After being cut in turns by the two battle knives, he finally broke apart and shattered into pieces, revealing Sodas' pale face and cold blade. Only a few centimeters from his forehead, the sharp knife gas left a blood line on his head
"you lose!"
Saron’s turbid one-eyed eyes are still as cold as ice, and his hands are turned into two rays of light to return to the scabbard. Sodas collapsed to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky~EbookFREE.me~ Soaking his clothes, Saron's cold blade completely wiped out his confidence,
　　 "Saron the Tyrant!, Saron the Tyrant"
　　 I don’t know who took the name, but soon the whole audience shouted like this
　　 "Oh, I didn't expect that Saron would also play deep!" The fat man in the stands smiled proudly, but this was his own captain. "The name of the tyrant is pretty good."
"Adult, tomorrow is the second round of the promotion game. Captain Saron may meet Kestay!" Stohan's face was reddish. The violent combos of Saron also made Stohan feel bloody. "Do we need to let Saar Captain Long prepares!"
　　 "Preparation?" The fat man stunned. "What preparation do we need?"
"Yeah, sir," Siduhanzhi said, "If Captain Saron can get a rebar shield, the opponent is a barbarian long archer who can penetrate the steel armor. Rush into the body and believe that Captain Saron’s double sword Jedi can cleave his opponent into pieces!"
　　 "Tell Xastar's information to Saron, let him choose, let's not bother about it." For Stuham's proposal, the fat man glared coldly at Stuham, and scared Stuham's timid bow.
　　 "The glory of the warrior is not understood by people like you and me!"
　　The fat man sighed. The glory of the warrior seems to have nothing to do with himself. Ever since he was about to trample the pride of the nobility on the ground, the word glory has gone away from himself.
"My subordinates understand!" Siduhan almost didn't get scared to death by the cold eyes of the fat man. The Zhivadin people all know that the Samoer fat man turned over his face faster than the book, and his heart was smaller than the eye of the needle. Be careful and whisper in a hurry, "I will send someone to bring the information about Kestel to Captain Saron as soon as possible!"