The battlefield was silent, as if there was no one, so quiet that the elder could hardly believe his ears. He began to run wildly at full speed, no longer caring about his so-called image and majesty. Then, when he rushed into the battlefield, he was also stunned there like those people on the field.

At this moment, there was only a clear and loud sound in the decisive battlefield, the breathing of a beast that was exhausted, which was Richard's breathing.

Richard was still standing. Although he was reluctant, he did stand.

The barbaric massacre was inserted into the ground, and almost half of Richard was leaning on the barbaric massacre to maintain his standing. Blood was flowing from his body to the barbaric massacre, and then slid down the blade, a huge pool of blood accumulated on the ground, and several terrifying serrated teeth on the blade were dripping blood downwards.

The hot blood fell into the blood beach drop by drop, and the squeaking sound made was clearly visible.

Most of Richard was soaked in blood, his face was as pale as paper, and big beads of sweat were rolling out, soaking his clothes and mixing with blood. He gasped desperately, like a fish thrown ashore. Sometimes he even lowered his head and pressed the weight of his body against the knife, just panting. No matter how he gasped, Richard's lungs seemed to be on fire, and he felt so spicy that he couldn't say anything. There was always a strong fishy smell in his breath.

Judging from Richard's appearance, it might be difficult to lift another finger, but behind him, the blood hammer fell to the ground, and most of his upper body and head disappeared, and the splashed flesh reached twenty meters away. Judging from the traces, the blood hammer seemed to have exploded on its own.

No matter what the process was, the result was very clear. Richard was still alive, and the Blood Mat was dead.

A level 18 magician who took poison was still alive, but the level 19 high-level totem warrior died, and the elder refused to believe his eyes for a moment.

The people in the spectator were in a different mood.

At the beginning of the decisive battle, they saw Richard holding his sword and eyebrows, and then a fierce murderous aura that was completely indescribable rose into the sky. Some people with weaker mental power even thought that they saw a high blood pillar rushing over Richard's head.

The blood hammer was rushing, and Richard was also rushing. The two of them intersected in an instant, and the heavy hammer of the blood hammer fell into vacancies, while a shallow and long wound was cut under the ribs.

After passing by, the blood hammer froze in place, slowly lowered his head, looked at his wounds with a strange expression, and then a blood mist suddenly exploded on the battlefield.

Blood sputters like a fountain, and it is hard for people to even imagine that there will be so much blood in a person's body.

Ten meters away, Richard was like a traveler who had just walked out of the desert, plunging his long sword to the ground, gasping desperately.

Any barbarian strong man with some eyesight felt that Richard's current situation was a bit abnormal, but they never expected that the outstanding high-level totem warrior blood hammer in the Holy Temple was killed with one knife and died so tragically. This scene was so shocking that after so long, the people watching the game were still subconsciously holding their breath.

In the entire decisive battlefield, only Richard was gasping for desperately like a fish that was coming ashore.

"Richae won." The referee's voice came for a long time, but it finally came. There would be no change in this battle anyway.

At this time, the silence on the sidelines was broken, so with a loud bang, people started to talk, talking desperately, or asking desperately, just now, so that everyone had the desire to speak.

"Is it the reason for that knife? I don't know why, that knife makes me feel terrible." More than one person asked this.

"No, definitely not. No matter how powerful the knife is, it is not as great as this. It must be a powerful combat skill, similar to the explosion shock of our barbarians." More than one person answered this way, but there were much fewer people who answered. They were all real strong men, with extraordinary eyesight and experience.

"It's really... it's so scary." I don't know who said this suddenly. In the noisy sound, this sentence was so clear that everyone heard it, and then the scene suddenly became silent again.

Even the barbarians who admired the strong very much, no one laughed at the young warrior who spoke out in disbelief. Everyone was wondering whether they could escape Richard's sword if they were standing in the position of the blood hammer just now. The answer to this question made most people shudder.

The route of Richard's sword was extremely clear, allowing everyone to see clearly and the blood hammer to see clearly, but they just couldn't avoid it. This was an indescribable sword. Looking back at this moment, several powerful elders actually found that Richard's blade did not shake at all.

Maybe this seems nothing, but in terms of martial arts, it means that Richard's sword in his opponent has been controlled to the extent of his will. There are several superb martial arts passed down in the Holy Temple. The first is to require the warrior to have this kind of control. Because the requirements are too harsh, these martial arts often cut off their inheritance and are no one can use them in an entire generation.

This knife was almost irresistible.

For the powerful barbarian warriors, being hit by their opponents occasionally is nothing, and being injured is common, but the body of the Blood Maverick warned his compatriots with blood splashed dozens of meters. The end of being killed by Richard was a knife that even the blood Maverick could not stand. How many of the people present dared to take Richard's sword.

This sword was incredibly powerful and looked equally huge. Richard's current appearance proves that perhaps he could no longer send out the second sword, but who can know about it?

Time passed like this, and when Richard was resting, the people who were informed were secretly anxious, but most people didn't think that this was anything. Both sides of the decisive battle were warriors, and of course they had to show up at the best state. Moreover, the next opponent who was going to fight Richard had not yet ended the battle.

Hearing that the game was over, Richard used a long sword as a crutch and walked back to his position step by step, then closed his eyes and quietly waited for the opponent in the next game. The knife that killed the blood hammer, Richard used all the power of life-killing. The whole five life-killings combined with the power of barbaric massacre created a terrifying knife.

The blade entered the flesh only a few centimeters, but the vitality of the blood hammer was cut off in an instant, and it produced an effect similar to an introverted burst, causing most of the blood hammer's body to shatter.

However, the cost of this knife is also huge. Life-Slaying Jue directly extracts the energy of the body to maintain its operation. Richard is in a state of poisoning again, which has caused permanent damage to the body. Richard silently evaluates the injury and suddenly smiles.

Just live three years less.

If you exchange three years of life for your opponent's life, this business would be quite profitable. Although Richard thought so in his heart, he knew that with a full-strength sword like he had just now, he would have the power of one sword at most. If he used it in the next game, then Richard would probably stop there if he could enter the quarterfinals.

Richard suddenly laughed. Now he didn't have room to bargain. Killing one or the other. Killing people under the nose of the elders was equivalent to giving them a loud slap. Richard calmly and slowly adjusted and repaired the functions inside his body, fighting against the poison.

In the distance, behind a window where you can see the overall situation of the battlefield, two men are standing at this moment.

"This Richard is indeed a variable. Fortunately, I was prepared for it. Do you still think that you can defeat him without any suspense?" Hua Wen said slowly, with a hissing sound in his voice.

The sixth prince Uli still had strong confidence and said, "This knife may not necessarily hit me. Even if I can't escape, it will be difficult for him to cut through Uli's powerful defense. Haven't you seen it yet? Richard's essence is still a magician, and it is impossible to have the attack power of the holy realm level."

Hua Wen shook his head and said, "This is not Richard's all trump card."

"You mean he has hidden means, and he has already made all his cards." Uli was a little surprised.

"He must have some means." Hua Wen said solemnly, "I know how to look at people's eyes, and from his eyes, I can still see hope."

Uli shrugged and said, "He can survive the next game first."

At this moment, there were dozens of red-burned steel needles wandering around in Richard's body. Not to mention the pain, the magic power was still slowly and firmly declining. At this moment, Richard had tried all the methods, but he still could not stop the poison. At most, he could only delay it slightly. However, Richard was very calm at this time, and he was wholeheartedly restoring his magic power and fighting the poison.

At this time, a bold voice came from the field: "Richard, your opponent is me, how long do you have to rest?"

Richard opened his eyes and saw a typical barbarian warrior standing in the field, wearing traditional barbarian warrior costumes. This outfit is colorful and is a must-wear for soldiers during major celebrations. The barbarian warrior has just experienced a fierce battle. It seems that his strength is consumed a lot, and he also carries a lot of wounds on his body. The serious ones are bandaged and the worse ones are just exposed.

The strong man roared like a thunderous voice: "I am Mza from South Carlando. Remember my name, because I will kill you here. After you die, you can complain to the gods of Norland. I'm waiting in Carlando."

Richard held the savage massacre, stood up with it and walked slowly towards the decisive battlefield. He was so weak that he seemed to be able to fall at any time, but for some reason, Mza felt his heart beating faster and faster.

The body of the Blood Maverick had been dragged away and the site had been washed with water, but there was still a large piece of dark red blood on the ground, which happened to be unfolding in front of Richard, as if he had a carpet woven flesh and blood.
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