Cthulhu Gonfalon

What kind of scene is it that tens of thousands of people stand in a square?

Yan Xiong yawned, feeling like he came to the festival square, the crowds of people and seas, not spectacular.

But the bandits of the Void Mask Church have been shocked. They have widened their eyes one by one, and even the snowflakes are quite lamentable.

“It’s spectacular!” she whispered.

"It's not a group of unemployed people who have a big party..." The ambiguous ambiguity in the heart of the ambition, the wave of tentacles, let Igor the Great Lord's sacrifice to do the first round of screening.

More than 10,000 contestants, no more than one screening, how long it will take!

Leon Igor nodded and stood up from his seat and walked to the rostrum.

"Now, first try."

He opened the door and said, then pulled the sword and made a vague wave.

The pressure of the legendary strongman overwhelmed the crowd, at least one-third of the participants directly stood unsteady, one sitting on the ground, many people have suspicious moisture in the crotch.

"Unable to stand, knock out."

Under the pressure of the legendary strongmen, those who were eliminated were not willing to resist, but they could only scream and complain, and they were asked to go out.

When Yan Xiong’s gaze swept, he counted the remaining number of contestants and couldn’t help but secretly pout.

Actually there are still more than 6,000, too much!

When he first confirmed that the number of applicants was over 10,000, he once suspected that Gerald had not carefully selected them to make him happy, so that those who did not understand the fart also signed up. It seems that it is not Gerard who puts water, but the overall level of the contestants is really not low.

Can stand up to the imposing pressure of Leon, the strength is at least equivalent to a qualified adventurer, can be done.

More than six thousand adventurers... Wouldn't the world's adventurers run here?

After the first round of screening, it was the official preliminaries.

For the sake of convenience, Yuxiong designed a preliminaries.

"In the giant arena, there is a big fight, every thousand people, one and a half hours, and only ten people can pass." The main priest of Leon looked at this rule and could not help but shed cold sweat. "This will kill many people." Ok..."

"No, four gods look at people, most of them are swollen and bruised, so they can break two bones, and they can't die." Yan Xiong said indifferently, "You see, as long as you play six games, six thousand people will become sixty." People - let's make an integer, get sixty-four people, then draw lots, and two people will be eliminated in two rounds and become sixteen people. These sixteen people will be drawn again, and they will be eliminated and finally decided. Champion. It's very simple and clear."

"...What exactly does that ‘single elimination’ and ‘double defeating’ mean?”

When he was awkward, he remembered that his followers had never touched the game on the earth. Of course, it was impossible to understand the system that he said, and he introduced it again.

As for the previous crazy preliminaries, since there is no death, then everyone has no opinion.

"It's a pity that the legendary strong can't play..." Leon sighed. "Otherwise, I also want to go out to compare it!"

"The power of the legendary powerhouse should not be simply described as 'strong or weak'." Woer, who has become the **** of knowledge, said with a smile, "Every legendary strongman has a different path, and it is not necessarily possible to fight." Higher, not able to fight may not go further... At this level, the strength of force is not very important."

He did not understand much when he saw everyone, and said: "From high-level to legend, where is the key? The key lies in 'finding your own path.' What does this road exist for? It is not for strengthening, but for transcending The common custom is to eventually become an immortal god. So for the legendary strong, what is important is not the combat power, but whether your own path can lead to the ultimate immortality. The rest is only incidental."

Everyone listened and nodded, especially when they had already reached the high level. They were looking for a few people who were leading the legendary road. They even looked at the dignified color and fell into meditation.

"Don't think so much, the impact of the legendary realm is not anxious in a day or two, first do the things in front of you!" Yan Xiong interrupted everyone's thinking, "And who wants to participate, you can also sign up Oh!"

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, more than one smile.

The world's first contest meeting... They are also very interested!

The next day, the qualifiers for the scale space began.

"Boom!" Hugely like a door, the wide knife slashed on the ground, and the magical reinforced solid ground cut out the cracks of the road, and even provoked a violent shock wave, making the players around a large circle stand unsteadily. Many people even flew out directly from the shock wave.

Choosing this knife is the only one in the "Quiet Tyrant" group of four who is not a dragon, claiming to be Phil's armor.

At first glance, he is a big man wearing heavy armor and not even showing his eyes. In fact, there is no flesh under the armor. He is actually the armor.

Known as the "Armored Sword", he was famous in the Northwest for many years. Although he did not have much achievements as an adventurer, he was famous as a Ranger. At that time, he often did things that were arrogant but completely unprofitable, and completely different from ordinary adventurers.

Later, he met the snowflakes, and together with the three dragons formed the "extreme tyrant tyrant", and operated a free and happy Longyan town, so that behind the scenes, basically no longer take risks.

Usually, he is not looking at the store in the grocery store. He is planting flowers in the flower field of the Temple (Dragon Nest) deep in the deserted mountains. Sometimes he will swim in the mountains. If he encounters a hunter in distress, he will rescue him. He is a I won the respected elders of the hunters in Longyan Town.

But in fact, Xiong Xiong has already seen his identity - his armor is actually just a cover, the real identity is actually the sword that looks like a weapon.

The broad knife that is called "Bast" is his body.

Yan Xiong did not ask him to inquire about his past, but he is sure that this person, or this knife, has a story behind it.

I would like to ask, how many weapons have self-consciousness in the world, but who has heard of a self-conscious sword is not interested in fighting, but is keen on planting flowers?

This style is wrong!

Phil – or Buster’s strength is strong, and a long knife can make a gust of wind, and the strong shock wave makes the contestants with him groaning, almost no one can get close to him. When he found that the efficiency of clearing the field was not high enough, he used a larger and wider shock wave.

"Isn't it said that he is best at using his fist? How did he become a sword?" asked Xiongxiong questioningly.

"Probably the opponent is not strong enough, it is not worth using the real ability." Leon said, "I believe that by the time of the race, you will meet opponents who need him to use his fist."

However, in fact, it did not wait so far in the race. Just a moment later, Phil was forced to use his fists.

It was a golden lion. I didn't know what it was used. It was all around with lightning and it looked like a mighty. His speed is amazingly fast, his strength is very strong, especially his shot is extremely fierce. If there is not a wolf looking at the stadium, I am afraid that there are not many people who want to die under the hand!

"It’s a lion, and the people of this family have reappeared..." Morani, who was more knowledgeable, whispered, "This is a famous battle race in the orcs, and there has been more than one 'Beast King." I don't know. How strong is this little guy compared to his ancestors in Megatron?"

The golden lion is obviously a fighting madman. Whenever he sees a strong opponent, he rushes to the challenge. He soon took Phil as a target, screaming and laughing and rushing over, his fists seemed to turn into an electric light, directly to Phil's face.

His pace was strong and powerful, and the shock wave of Phil's sword slammed on him, only to blow his golden hair wildly, but could not let him stop even one step.

Seeing that he rushed to the front, Phil finally used real kung fu.

He put a huge weapon that didn't know whether it was called a long knife or a long sword, and the right hand ignited a bright red flame, and slammed his fist against the golden lion that rushed over.

His fists were amazingly fast, and they were full of fiery firepower. They hit the other side before the Golden Lions, and the strong lions flew up in a punch. They also had flames and rumbling. Many people, finally lying on the ground, did not move.

"Killed?" Rhodes was shocked.

"of course not."

As Xiong Xiong said, after a while, the golden lion's lion was crawling up, even though he was burnt black by Phil's flame fist, and even spit black smoke in his mouth, but he actually still There was a lot of effort to punch a guy who wanted to be cheap and even flew out with weapons to fall outside the arena.

After throwing this punch, he looked at the whole side and stood there, no one dared to challenge Phil.

"You are very strong!" He yelled, his face was not beaten or frustrated, but full of joy and high spirits, full of fighting spirit, "I will fight you again, defeat you!"

Under the heavy armor, Phil’s laughter came out: “I’m looking forward to it.”

After the game was over, Xiong Xiong secretly found Phil and asked curiously: "You just put the sword on the ground and fight with your fist... It's weird!"

"Where is it strange?"

"That sword is your body, put your own body in the side, use the armor that was supposed to be a cover-up... How did this happen?" How couldn't he think about it, he had to ask him. I am.

Phil was silent and said: "This is my unique trick. What is going on? Actually, I don't understand. In short, it will be."

Yan Xiong curiously extended his tentacle and touched the right hand he had just burned, but found that there was a slight trace of melting on the strong armor, and suddenly he was shocked.

"Is this thing melted, will it affect you?"

“Intuition tells me that the impact is not big.” Phil laughed indifferently. “At least, ‘melting’ has little effect.”

"What do you mean... there is a higher level trick?"

"Of course. But I won't use it in the contest." Phil smiled and turned away. "Only when I want to win anyway, I will use that trick."