Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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Corleone and Ivan the Great in the Golden Ring Town Arena, both of their weapons had been torn apart and were thrown on the ground casually. They planned to fight hand-to-hand.

Corleone wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, exerted force on his feet, tensed his body and swooped forward, waving a ferocious iron fist.

"Come on! Let me see your true strength!!!"

The big Ivan on the other side similarly savagely launched a charge, and once again entered a violent state, his whole person looked like a muscular behemoth.

"God of War is supreme! Die!!!"

The air waves generated between the two collisions caused many standing spectators to fall to the ground.

The floors and walls of the entire arena have become riddled with holes, and many stone bricks are directly broken into powder.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The air was full of **** smells, and the sound of blows on the court was so dull, every blow could shock the audience's hearts, and even the sound of the heartbeat was affected.

The audience cheered loudly from the beginning, and turned into silence for everyone, because the battle in the venue was too cruel, far beyond the endurance of mortals.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and neither of them showed any signs of stopping. At this time, the arena had turned into a large area of ​​scarlet.

"Boom!!!" With another heavy blow, Big Ivan was beaten and flew out. He staggered trying to get up from the ground again. At this time, he was already scarred.

And Corleone gradually clenched his fist until blood gurgled from between his fingers.

"Don't surrender yet? You will be beaten to death by me if you continue."

Big Ivan roared and continued to charge, but Corleone dodged flexibly, and then hit him in the abdomen with a heavy knee blow.

The blow made Big Ivan vomit unstoppable, and he collapsed to the ground, blood constantly pouring out of his mouth, it seemed that he couldn't hold on anymore.

The audience on the field finally reacted and uttered noisy cheers, paying tribute to the mighty Corleone!

This inhuman duel is finally over!

Big Ivan lying on the ground showed a lonely look, but he didn't expect him to be defeated again.

Ever since he killed the white dragon with his own hands a year ago, Big Ivan felt that he was an invincible existence, and no one could beat him head-on.

But the reality is so cruel. The head of a mercenary group, a legendary swordsman younger than him (actually a fighter by profession), overturned him twice.

Big Ivan didn't want to stand up, he seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around him, and darkness slowly enveloped him, leaving only his own heavy breathing.

At this time, Corleone walked over and pulled him up from the ground, the sharpness in his eyes that made people afraid to look directly.

"Take him down for treatment." Corleone said to the men who ran over.

Several subordinates said concerned: "Head, are you okay! I will help you bandage the wound first."

At the moment when the Great Ivan was being carried away, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, as if something precious was leaving him forever, disappearing into the darkness forever.

This extremely strong feeling made him kneel to the ground involuntarily, and he couldn't even breathe.

"What's wrong with me! Is it so weak after being defeated by a strong man?!"

The subordinates of the Eagle Group quickly put Great Ivan on a simple stretcher and took him to the room where the doctor was, where he would receive the best treatment.

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Turning the time back to 1 hour ago, several Viking villages near the Cato Pass have all turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The giants smirked triumphantly, and the Viking warriors in front of them were vulnerable. Only a single charge completely defeated their simple line of defense.

In particular, General Enceladus, who led the giant, this flame titan could make most Vikings lose the courage to fight back just by standing in place.

The hot, foul air exhaling from his mouth could ignite those wooden houses.

However, under the command of the general, the giant warriors finally did not kill the remaining poor people, but tied them together with shackles and ropes.

However, some disabled, inconvenient Vikings, and too old Vikings will be killed on the spot.

Holding two blazing swords, Paltrow is running towards the forest at full speed. He is a strong and cunning fire giant. His lips were torn apart by a certain winter wolf with sharp teeth. There is always a weird smile on his face.

Among the fire giant swordsmen team, apart from the Flame Titan, Paltrow has the highest prestige, and the other fire giants respect him very much.

"Humans, you can't run away!" Patrow is proficient in tracking, and soon discovered the whereabouts of the lord's wife Shicouti and others.

Then, Paltrow ordered the other 10 fire giants: "You guys go and copy the bread! Don't let anyone go."

After dozens of minutes of crazy chase, the tall giants finally surrounded Shikoudi and others in the dense forest.

Looking at these hideous giants, Shikoudi and the waitresses bravely raised long swords and short axes, trying to protect dozens of children behind them.

"Go away! You disgusting monsters!"

As the wife of the Great Ivan, Shikoudi is also full of fearless courage. Only such a great woman can nurture and train the strongest Viking warrior.

"Hahaha! This female human actually says we are monsters?"

The fire giant Paltrow’s eyes were filled with hatred:

"You are really disgusting creatures! You humans killed innocent civilians with plague, shot down [Sky City] by magic, and detonated [Fire Blade Nest] with dwarves with explosives!"

(Sky City, Cloud Giant’s top alchemy creation, was once known as the never-falling floating city; Fire Blade Nest ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The majestic giant city built by the Fire Giant on Pakaya Volcano.)

"My compatriots, because of what you have done, do not keep one out of ten, are displaced, and are struggling to survive in this ghost place like wild dogs!!!"

"You--what qualifications do you have to call me a monster?!" Patero said word by word, anger gushing out in his eyes.

"But that's all the work of the Holy Empire. What does it have to do with our Vikings?" Shikoudi quickly explained, hoping to delay it for a while.

"——No! You humans are all the same, you are a lowly despicable race, a race that must be wiped out and enslaved! Hurry up and die!"

"Captain, the general said he wants to stay alive!" A fire giant swordsman tried to stop Paltrow, but was pushed aside severely.

Immediately afterwards, Paltrow swung the blazing sword and shot Shikoudi mercilessly.

At that moment, the great Ivan in the distance felt a strong throbbing in his heart. He misunderstood this feeling. This was not the humiliation of losing to Corleone, but the fear of losing a certain connection forever. . .