While moving, Zhou Li once again avoided Don Quixote's horizontal slash. The ease with which he appeared was very impressive. After all, Zhou Li's several dodges proved that he only had the physical fitness of a bronze-level professional at this time. Although his attributes are very balanced, he is only bronze and cannot beat Don Quixote, who is limited to the silver level. But the fighting awareness and skills he just showed are so amazing that it's hard to believe that he is just a teenager.
The people on the stage were enjoying watching the excitement, but Lild in the crowd looked gloomy at this time. He didn't expect that Zhou Li could really fight with Don Quixote. Judging from his appearance at this time, Liard fully believed that Zhou Li must have a way to escape, and this challenge would definitely not kill him.
Did the second level also fail...
"snort."
He snorted muffledly through his nose. Lild seemed to be only slightly gloomy, and his mood did not fluctuate too much. He took a long breath, closed his eyes, and didn't care about the duel outside.
It doesn't matter, no matter how hard they think about it, I still have a third level. And he is my trump card.
Lild felt relieved when he thought of his third level of protection. With a slight thought, he raised a flame in his hand and burned the exclusive card of the brave to ashes. Looking at the remaining gray-black residue in his hand, which he found displeasing to his eyes, Liard shook his hand and shook the residue to the ground.
When the ashes slowly fell to the ground, the battle in the audience finally came to an end. After being exhausted and unable to dodge, Zhou Li was finally hit hard on the chest by the hilt of the long sword. With a muffled sound, Zhou Li flew backwards and the long sword in his hand fell aside. Everyone on the stage suddenly burst into cheers, and some of the people who were escorting Zhou Li lamented, but didn't say much.
oh?
Lild's eyes lit up when he heard the commotion, and he looked at the audience with some interest. At this time, Don Quixote had placed his long sword on Zhou Li's neck. The sharp sword glow was showing a cold light, and it only took one strike to take away Zhou Li's life.
However, such a scene made Lild close his eyes slightly disappointed. The contract he signed with Don Quixote was to force her to defeat Zhou Li with all her strength. He hoped to kill Zhou Li directly in the battle without leaving any consequences. But in this scene, although Zhou Li was defeated, Don Quixote had fulfilled his contract and it was impossible to kill Zhou Li.
Forget it, anyway, the third level is still to come, and the fun is still to come.
Just when Liard began to think about how to kill with one blow with his third move, a shocking cry suddenly erupted from the audience. Liard could hear it clearly. Most of these cries could only be made by extremely frightened people. He quickly opened his eyes, and then a look of shock appeared on his face.
The yellow sand dispersed, and Zhou Li's left chest was penetrated by a long sword. Bobo's blood flowed from the sword's edge and dripped on the ground.
The heart is broken and the brave man dies!
"what happened!!!!!"
In the conference room, expressions of surprise appeared on Linghai and Azi's faces. Ah Zi stood up excitedly, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "How is it possible? How is it possible?"
She didn't know what to say or what to say. The impact of this scene on her was too great. When the long sword easily broke through Zhou Li's chest, Azi's mind went blank and she was completely lost.
"this……"
Ling Hai's eyes widened and he looked at everything happening on the screen in disbelief. It was difficult for her to describe her current mood, or in other words, under the huge impact, she no longer had any ability to think. She couldn't figure out why this scene happened.
Could it be that... Zhou Li is really dead?
Linghai sat on the chair blankly. At this moment, neither Linghai nor Azi dared to admit what happened at this moment. But for them, the truth is the sharpest knife.
"How can it be!!"
At this time, Liard stood up in the audience, his eyes about to burst. He was not ecstatic about this. On the contrary, this extremely abnormal behavior shocked Lild's heart, and a chill filled his heart.
Because Don Quixote has no reason to rebel! She made this move only because of Zhou Li's arrangement.
The crowd started to riot. They never thought that Zhou Li would be killed today. Even though he said before that the Brave Exclusive book he carried was fake, who knows if one of his books is genuine. Therefore, his identity as a hero is still somewhat convincing. However, today, this man who might be a brave man was stabbed to death with a sword in full view of everyone.
This is too exciting.
At this time, the protagonist Zhou Li felt the life in his body passing by rapidly. A void and ethereal spirit permeated his whole body and gradually invaded his brain.
Then, in the splendid watchtower, the group of nobles who were sitting quietly suddenly became stunned. They watched in astonishment as wisps of black energy in their bodies condensed in the air, and then dissipated.
"This, what is this?"
A nobleman asked tremblingly. Winston looked at his palms with a blank look on his face and murmured: "I don't know either... I really don't know."
Just when he was about to sort out everything that had just happened, this inexplicable gathering of black energy disrupted his thinking. When Winston wanted to think again, he was shocked to find that he was extremely tired and had no power to think at all.
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That is to say, there are no mourners to carry out the execution, nor does the person die in the grave.
An indescribable and ethereal "blessing" sounded in the ears of Zhou Li, who was gradually losing consciousness, and "qi" composed of light and black floated around Zhou Li. Under a wave of nothingness, the energy condensed on Zhou Li's chest, and a deep darkness covered his fatal wound. A biting cold temperature filled the air from the darkness, directly condensing Zhou Li's dissipating soul back to him. body of.
When Zhou Li opened his eyes again and regained his life in front of everyone, the crystals on the field suddenly glowed brightly, and soon, a curtain of halo enveloped the battle area of the arena. Don Quixote on the side helped Zhou Li, allowing him to stand up tremblingly.
"What a fast sword."
Zhou Li praised Don Quixote in a low voice. The sword strike just now was quick and accurate, sending him away without causing Zhou Li any pain. Then Zhou Li raised his head and his eyes intersected with Lid's on the stage. Then, he gave Lild a bright smile.
Liard looked at Zhou Li, whose face was full of sunshine, and his mind kept boiling, thinking about the purpose of Zhou Li's actions. Zhou Li looked at Liard, who was silent and had a gloomy look on his face, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper. Then he stretched out his hand and tapped the medal on his chest. A buzzing sound suddenly came from the surrounding crystals, and Zhou Li's words reached Lild's ears.
"Do you really think I'm playing a game with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lild's expression suddenly changed. Zhou Li's words brought to mind a very terrifying fact. He immediately punched his heart. For a moment, Lild's eyes suddenly turned red, and a fierce look appeared on his originally kind face. The surrounding crowd immediately dispersed in panic. If Eluma had not prepared countermeasures, a stampede would have been inevitable.
However, Liard was not aware of the changes around him. He just used all his strength to mobilize the linking runes in his body, and blood and bone marrow continued to fill the bottomless pit. As the life and energy in his body were gradually devoured, Lild's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
At this moment, Zhou Li suddenly raised his head and looked towards the audience. Everyone followed Zhou Li's line of sight and saw a pretty blue-haired woman wearing a long blue dress and a jeweled crown sitting quietly on a seat. The surrounding area had been cleared away, leaving her alone.
Afterwards, Zhou Li spoke.
"God of life, Atalona."
Call God’s name directly, and call God’s name directly in front of everyone. Zhou Li didn't realize that this was blasphemy. On the contrary, under everyone's shocked gaze, he raised the book exclusive to the brave in his hand and shouted loudly to the smiling Eluma:
"Those who are resurrected from the dead, those who have the exclusive possession of brave men, those who become the Black Emperor who blasphemes life."
"It's me."
After Lild heard this, his chest felt tight and his mind went blank. He slumped down on the chair. He raised his hand and looked at the contract emblem gradually dissipating in his palm, as well as the growing flesh buds. He finally understood everything.
It turns out that I am just a pawn of Zhou Li.
On this chessboard, Zhou Li holds the black piece, and the person sitting opposite him holding the white piece is neither a noble, nor a king, nor himself.
But gods.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black tree with green spells in the shadow suddenly rose up, and the dagger revealed a cold glow.
Like a poisonous snake burned by anger.
