The final was set in the evening. When Si Wu Lu entered the field, Fama Luo was already standing there. There were no surprises, nor what Si Wu Lu expected. Si Wu Lu's final opponent was this man who exuded a mysterious aura and made him feel cold all over.
I saw him holding a black cold gun in his hand, standing there calmly and calmly, without any trace of nervousness, just like a leisurely rich man who was traveling.
Si Wulu had watched his matches. Although the opponents he encountered along the way were not strong, all the matches were won with one move, which forced Si Wulu to be cautious.
But there was nothing to be afraid of. Now that he was standing on this stage, Si Wulu never thought of giving up. Instead, Si Wulu's fighting spirit gradually became more intense.
Famaluo was obviously in a very good mood, and Si Wulu could really feel some real happiness on his smiling face, but it made Si Wulu feel a chill running down his back.
As the roar of war drums resounded in the Colosseum, "Kill!" shouted, with murderous intent, Si Wulu took the lead to take action. The demon sword was like a silver dragon coming out of the sea, splitting the air, walking at a steady pace, step by step. In his seemingly steady steps, Si Wulu was slowly accumulating his original energy, accumulating strength step by step to take advantage of the momentum, just waiting for a thunderous strike.
The exchange of swords and guns is a momentary alternation of life and death, and it is the ultimate confrontation between swords and guns. There is a saying circulating in the Eastern Wilderness Continent: out of ten gun users, nine are usually big pits that are superficial, and the other is a sky-sweeping belt that sweeps across the same level. Anyone who uses a gun is either an invincible god or a ghost who never wins.
The moment he took action, the aura on Famaluo's body suddenly changed drastically, as if he was a different person. His whole body exuded an astonishing killing intent and a heavy smell of blood. At a glance, it was clear that he had experienced various life-and-death battles. People who crawl out from the dead are usually very experienced in actual combat, and they are decisive in killing and extremely difficult to deal with. Although they were both military commanders at the beginning, they were far more dangerous than William III, a young flower growing in a greenhouse.
The demon sword circulates with silver light and whistles like the wind. The cold spear rotates with black light, breaking the flowing front. The unique clashing sound of metal was accompanied by the high-pitched shouts of people in the Colosseum, gradually stimulating the heat of the confrontation.
The speed of the demon sword has no structure or rules, only the simplest speed, only the most direct speed, unbelievable speed, lightning speed, and unstoppable speed.
"Good sword skills!" Famo Luo praised without hesitation. Facing this unpredictable sword path, Famo Luo used his strength to control his speed. Weird swordsmanship. For a time, the two sides fought to the death, the sky collapsed, and the earth seemed to be eclipsed.
"Protect the world, the sword wings soar!" shouted suddenly, and then he was shocked to see Si Wulu leaping into the sky, with a pair of huge sword wings growing on his back. The two silver sword wings spread out like a roc in the sky, and suddenly formed a A view of incredible splendor.
"Holy Spear Vajra Break!" Faced with the pressure of strong attacks, Fa Moluo showed a solemn look on his face, quickly destroyed his whole body's original energy, and defended with all his strength.
The huge original blade slashed through the air as Si Wulu slashed towards Famaluo. Amidst the huge exclamations of the crowd, the two powerful forces of "Boom" exploded, instantly forming a dazzling light, and suddenly The sand and stones flew away, the wind and clouds changed, the ground cracked and mountains collapsed.
After the huge impact, Si Wulu plummeted to the sky like a peregrine falcon. The next moment, the weapons of both sides collided again. The handover is another confrontation between knives and guns, the ultimate confrontation between force and force.
Amidst the clash of sparks, the two of them flew backwards. Just when Si Wulu stood firm and was about to take action again, he saw Famaluo smiling at him and then putting down the cold spear in his hand.
Si Wulu looked stunned, not knowing what he meant by defeating Mo Luo.
"Congratulations, Si Wulu, you won." Famaluo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Are you admitting defeat?" The whole audience was in an uproar. Suddenly, all kinds of angry shouts and jeers suddenly erupted from the audience. For a time, countless curses and boos came overwhelmingly.
Since ancient times, wherever there are competitions, gambling has been inevitable. Although Famaluo has a bad reputation and a bad reputation, his martial arts talent is unquestionable. He has always been among the younger generation in Daslaga Province. First person. In addition, his previous matches were overwhelming and he won with a crushing force, which attracted countless people to bet heavily on him. Some even spent all their money on him just to get wealth and wealth. Now he has surrendered inexplicably, which can be said to be a trap. Quite a few people, of course, cannot avoid being insulted.
But Famaluo didn't care about this at all, he didn't even bother to pretend to be injured, and left the scene very calmly, with a faint smile on his face, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
"Look, brother Si Wulu won, Si Wulu won the championship. I said that brother Si Wulu was very strong, but you didn't believe it." In the audience, Meng Keer waved his hands vigorously. , screamed loudly, looking so happy as if she had won the championship of this martial arts tournament.
Monica next to her said nothing, staring straight at Si Wulu who was still in the field. There was also a rare faint blush on her beautiful face: This bastard is obviously a junior military commander, but he is actually in the first trial. Sometimes you hide behind me, how shameless!
Thinking of this, Monica couldn't help but feel angry and itched her teeth with hatred, and her eyes towards Si Wulu were not so friendly.
And at the highest point of the Colosseum, a pair of falcon-like eyes stared calmly at the audience. There was no expression on the majestic face, and the thoughts were unpredictable.
"Although this young master of the Fa family has inherited the Church's Bishop's Curse, it is a pity that his combat skills are too powerful and are not suitable for competition in the ring. Otherwise, given the strength of the Fa family, he may not easily admit defeat." Next to him. A middle-aged man sitting down said with a hint of regret.
Yinhai Mengcan actually nodded, seeming to agree with this person's statement. The middle-aged man was stunned. He had a deep friendship with the head of the Fa family, so he wanted to say something nice for the young master of the Fa family who easily gave up in the ring. He didn't expect that the usually moody city lord didn't blame him at all at this time. The meaning was beyond his expectation.
Suddenly, he thought of a rumor that had been circulating in Dathra City. According to legend, the purpose of the city's lord's martial arts competition was to find powerful young geniuses to seize an extremely rare secret medicine in the mysterious realm. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man understood.
After all, this alien genius who is equally powerful but has no background is obviously easier to control than Famaluo, who has the support of the cardinal.
Si Wulu won the championship in this martial arts tournament inexplicably.
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Das Laga City, the city lord's palace.
By this time, night had already fallen. The special venue for the cocktail reception in the city lord's mansion is brightly lit and radiant, making it breathtakingly beautiful. At this moment, under the performance of the band, beautiful dance music floated in every corner of the venue. On the spacious dance floor of the venue, pairs of handsome men and beauties danced gracefully.
The elegantly-spoken guests chatted quietly among themselves, making the sound of wine glasses clinking from time to time. For a time, the entire cocktail party was filled with beautiful people, fine wines and delicious food, singing and dancing.
In the VIP room on the second floor above the venue, Yinhai Mengcan was standing in front of the window, holding a wine glass and looking down at the dance floor of the venue below.
"Is this the Sanshengliyanhua?" Si Wulu behind him was carefully looking through the illustrations on the file in his hand.
Naturally, a banquet was inevitable after the tournament. That night, the city lord's palace held a grand banquet to celebrate the success of the tournament. However, when the banquet was halfway through, Si Wulu, the champion, was taken to the second floor alone by the guards from the city lord's palace.
"This three-life Liyan flower is a unique holy medicine in the mysterious realm of the mysterious world, and it is also the only solution to treat my little girl's stubborn disease. For many years, my little girl has suffered from this stubborn disease, and now she is even more critical. Can her life be saved? , it all depends on your thoughts, I hope you can put more thought into it after entering the secret realm." At this moment, Yinhai Mengcan is no longer a tycoon who holds the power of life and death in the city, but just a young and critically ill girl 's father.
Si Wulu smiled bitterly in his heart. This trip into the mysterious realm was really a heavy task. Not only do they have to find the long-lost Splitting Wind and Chaos Feather Spear for the Simon family, but they also have to find the mysterious and rare Sansheng Liyan Grass. It's a pity that Siwulu people are so soft-spoken and have no room for rejection. Fortunately, they have half a year, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.
Moreover, Yinhai Mengcan is well aware of the truth that "if you want a horse to run, you have to feed the horse grass." Not only did he agree to exempt the Nico family from taxes, but he also promised many benefits. Of course, the premise is that Si Wu Lu De brought back Sanshengliyancao.
At this time, Yinhai Mengcan did not hesitate to play the family card and could not tolerate any rejection from Si Wulu.
Finally, Si Wu Lu closed the file and asked, "Then when should I set off?"
"If you can, it's best to set off tomorrow. When you get to Koleron City, you still need to take care of yourself." Yinhai Mengcan said with a smile.
The trip was scheduled for the early morning of the next day. There was also a woman wrapped in a black robe with her. Her face was covered with a black cloth, only a pair of green eyes were exposed. She could not tell her age. She stood there silently. , but learned from Yinhai Mengcan that her name was Ye Gui.
Yinhai Mengcan did not hold a grand farewell ceremony for Si Wulu, and Si Wulu did not tell anyone else that he was leaving. Yinhai Mengcan sent the two of them all the way to the bridge a few miles away from Daslaga City. superior.
Amidst the sound of horse hooves, Si Wulu and Ye Gui rode their horses quickly towards the vast distance until the end of the sky.
Yinhai Mengcan stood alone, turned around and left after seeing the two people's figures disappear completely. However, the moment he turned around, his eyes that originally held a little hope suddenly turned back to the gloomy and indifferent look of the past.
