Until Slytherin turned and left the arena, the bald Herald raised his hand and sang, "Godric Gryffindor wins, Salazar Slytherin is out."

Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as his hand tilted, he opened his mouth and spat out a jet of bluish black liquid. That's the first venom Slytherin injected into him.

After he vomited the poisonous blood, his blue and black neck faded slowly and regained a trace of flesh color. The golden Rune on his neck faded away.

Coughing, he stood up and went to the bald Herald.

The queen sitting on the chariot and the wand standing beside her, symbolizing the king's power, magnified in his eyes.

The bald Herald folded his hand in his sleeve and looked around: "is there anyone else to challenge? If no one challenges me, I will decide who will be in charge of Pandora's palace. "

There was no sound.

Before that, Slytherin and the gaze of a basilisk killed too many people, but even so, they failed to defeat Gryffindor.

The Slytherin camp has been beaten down by Gryffindor, and the rest of the people who have no camp can not take up much courage to challenge.

Seeing that no one answered, the bald Herald nodded.

"Well, now, I announce...

" wait a minute. "

A cold call interrupted the herald's reading.

The voice came from the high platform and attracted everyone's attention.

Those who were still alive were astonished. The spectators, the guards, the maids, the heralds. Godric Gryffindor looked at the gray haired boy who came down slowly, with a look of astonishment. Only queen Pandora's eyebrows slightly up, I do not know what to think of.

Slytherin's face became confused as he watched sylby walk down the stage, because he had already sent sylby to a competition.

He was clearly the first guy to go on the court. He lost to the red haired deformer at that time. But why did he turn around and run on the court again? That's not right. That's not the rule.

Other people were also confused. Some people called out: "Hey, you guy, didn't you lose once before? Why can you go up again? "

No one answered, the herald had no intention of answering, and sylby did not speak.

But when they finally saw Silby take out a red invitation from his pocket and put it in the hand of the bald Herald, they took a breath.

The bald Herald raised his invitation and said, "sylby Spencer, challenge Gryffindor."

Slytherin suddenly realized that the killing in his eyes could no longer be restrained. This guy pretended that he didn't have an invitation before, but ended up with an invitation from bloodthirsty Gemini DORO and Tara. Losing is also a bloodthirsty Gemini losing. He never lost.

No wonder this guy didn't work hard in the first game. He looked like a fool and didn't show up.

"You guys...

" you guys! "

After thinking about all this, Slytherin roared out, only to feel a little black in front of him, which was angry. Losing to Gryffindor wasn't so angry.

Countless thoughts poured into Slytherin's mind.

If he had an invitation, wouldn't he have been acting since we met? Pretend to be ignorant, pretend to be a beginner, pretend to be indifferent to the throne. Is it all for this moment!? Let yourself work for him? Let yourself help him weaken Gryffindor's strength. If you want him to take advantage of the weakness, why dare he do so? How can he have the courage? Did he have a premeditated plan to enter the snake's belly?

a big play was staged in Slytherin's mind. He felt that he had been cheated, which meant that he was very stupid, and Slytherin could not be very stupid, so the only reason was that this guy was too slippery.

His heart is to blame!

Soon, Slytherin made a decision. He didn't have to wait any longer. He strode back and didn't want anything. He just wanted to kill Silbiger on the spot.

But a silver hand stopped him. The bald Herald didn't know when he came to him. He held out his hand and said with a smile, "your grudge will be solved by yourself after the tournament."

Slytherin tried to get around the silver hand, but no matter how he did, the silver hand was placed in front of him and couldn't get around.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up. He looked at the back of the gray haired boy with hate, forced to bear the killing intention in his heart, threw his long sleeves, walked up the high platform and sat cross knee.

Silby sensed Slytherin's anger at him and the pain of his arm, but he stood in front of Gryffindor without a word.

He didn't care about Slytherin's thoughts or the gaze of others. The king is like dirt. He is not interested in the Queen's appearance. If you want to say that Pandora's condition can interest him, it is probably only her endless collection of books in the palace.

But he still stood in front of Gryffindor.

Because he has to confirm one thing. He has to confirm whether Godric Gryffindor is the guy he saw in his dream, who made him look up.Gryffindor's face lightened when he saw Silby give the invitation to the herald. Then he picked up his sword and stared at his eyes. No matter why this guy stands in front of him, since he's here, it's worth his 12 points.

At this time, the setting sun is thick, and the sunset in the sky is burning like blood. The sea is also sparkling. There is no one else. In this arena, the winner is the one who can stand on the stage alive.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Silby stood still, while Gryffindor bent down, pulled out his sharp goblin sword from his waist, and approached slowly.

The pace of his walking is very strange, just like the smooth ground under his feet, and he has to walk forward. It gives people the illusion of floating, just like those primitive black tribes dancing around the fire after celebrating the victory.

Sylby's pupil shrinks. Gryffindor doesn't use any of the magic moves he used before. Maybe he doesn't have much mana, but his posture is still full of pressure.

Suddenly, Gryffindor let out a strange scream, which made all the people's eardrums ache. His feet staggered and slipped, and his steps had become bigger. He kept throwing his sword from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left! He seems to be aggressive, but the steps at his feet are quite vain, drawing a curve. In fact, he will step back half step after step.

Sylby can see that Gryffindor is not so strong physically. If he takes advantage of the momentum to attack, he can naturally take advantage of the momentum to retreat and consume his physical strength to fight.

At this time, he had rich experience in fighting. Gryffindor's intention was clear in his eyes. His eyes showed a trace of prudence. He speeded up and aimed at the fierce English lion and rushed up!

Five meters, three meters, two meters!

Gryffindor silently counted the distance between each other in his heart, his breath suddenly heavy, and his eyes also showed a few wisps of blood. From the previous performance of the squirrel cage arena, the strange young man in front of him is extremely flexible.

However, no matter how flexible he is, as long as he can recover more than half of his physical strength. So the victory is certain, after all, he is too young.

So Silby raised his fist and ran over like a reckless African buffalo.

At that moment, Gryffindor felt the wind blowing on his face.

His lips rose slightly, and his steps made a ghostly detour. He stepped back three steps to avoid Silby's boxing.

Even in the process of retreating, Gryffindor is ready to fight back. He is very experienced in fighting. In this moment, at least seven ways are flashed in his mind to counteract the successive attacks of Silby.

In the end, he chose to try.

Gryffindor let out a shriek. He handed the sword in his right hand to his left hand with a slap. Then with a scream, the cold light flashed and the sword cut off.

But Silby is very indifferent to the left hand up a space!

The witches nearby exclaimed that Gryffindor's strength was obvious to all.

In an encounter with Slytherin, he even used a sharp sword to chop Slytherin's snake armor! In their eyes, Silby's end must be left hand was cut into two sections, and then by the way, most of the body was cut open!

But as expected, the bloody scene did not happen.

The sharp blade of the goblin sword cut on the palm of Silby's hand, which stimulated a long string of sweet tremors, but it could not hurt him.

He grabbed the sharp goblin's blade with empty hands, which he had never heard of.

But a closer look, you can see that there is a layer of transparent border in the palm of Silby's hand, such as invisible diamond gloves, protecting the palm of Silby's hand.

Sylby's voice was sweet. He didn't know before he started. After he started, he felt an indescribable force coming from his wrist. Every cell in his arm was crying and his whole body was deflected.

This is still the case of Gryffindor injured, if the win, how terrible is his strength?

After releasing the sword.

Sylby flies back with the anti shock force from Gryffindor's sword, but after a few steps back, he immediately finds that he has been forced to the edge of the arena. If he falls down, he will be judged as a failure immediately.

So he made a stroke with his right foot and stopped the retreat abruptly.

Then, his left hand suddenly burst out a dazzling light.

Gryffindor decided that it was a dangerous spell and immediately raised his sword to make a defensive gesture.

But there's a flash in the air!

A mass of purple smoke exploded in the arena.

Gryffindor a Leng, slowly at the moment of the sword.

The charm of bewilderment is not a profound charm. On the contrary, it's just a very simple charm. It has no other effect except to blur the vision.After that, Silby quickly moved on the arena, releasing a smoke curse every few steps, and a smoke curse every few steps.

Gryffindor frowned in bewilderment. This guy didn't think that he could attack himself only by a few clouds of smoke. He's not a bum wizard in the rat road. As long as he recovers a little, it's easy to kill him.

Instead of taking advantage of his fatigue to attack himself, he's making these frills here. What on earth is this boy doing?

However, Gryffindor soon stopped wondering if there were any. If Silby wanted to get smoke bombs, let him. He just breathed calmly and regained his strength quickly. Anyway, as long as his strength recovered a little, Gryffindor thought he could beat sylby with his eyes closed.

In the stands, Slytherin looked at the smoke, and his mouth could not help showing a sneer. Somehow, his hanging heart gradually fell back to his chest.

I really think too much.

After the initial shock, he saw that Silby's real strength was nothing more than that. It's OK to gamble and fight with gangsters in the dungeons. It's not a suicide if you meet an opponent like Godric Gryffindor and use the dungeons. It's just smoke. Can it stop Gryffindor?

The hard power gap is too big.

After ten breath, the arena is full of smoke, and Gryffindor also opens his eyes from the recovery. Ten breath is enough for top experts.

Blood flow in the human body has to flow 6894 kilometers every day, and after Gryffindor inhaled deeply, the blood flow speed at this moment is more than ten times faster.

He boldly shot, immediately locked the position of Silby in the smoke, his steps no longer flighty, and became courageous. Bend down, sink shoulders, dash forward, slam the top, all at once.

Peng!

Smoke was torn by the wind, a dull sound came, Gryffindor ran like a giant elephant, hit the youth in the smoke with his shoulder.

Sylby's eyes widened in consternation! Spit out a mouthful of bitter water, rapid retreat.

Gryffindor has a little experience. This guy can't stop him. He has to bear his full impact with his body! Also the back exposed to themselves, which is tantamount to exposing a huge flaw!

For the fighting scene at this time, the flaw is equal to death, and Gryffindor's fighting instinct will not let this flaw go.

Less than a second.

He caught up with the fleeing Silby and swept with his sword.

This sword took Gryffindor's anger and his new physical strength. He was sure that even if the boy had any strange border, he could divide the border and his arm in two.

Silby looked at the silver light behind him, and stopped instead of hiding. He stopped at the same place with a sudden brake, then rolled on the spot without any image, avoiding the fatal blow that was enough to cut off his head.

Gryffindor took advantage of his inertia and made seven or eight more steps forward. He made an emergency stop and landed on the edge of the arena.

With a cold smile, he twisted his side and flew back to kick Silby on the ground.

I don't know whether I can't dodge or I didn't expect Gryffindor to be so fast. Silby firmly grasped the ground and took this step.

The kick broke three of his ribs.

Click!

after the terrible crack sound reached the whole audience, more than 90% of the witches on the scene felt it, and made a "hiss" backward breathing sound.

Sylby spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he climbed up and tried to step back.

Then came Gryffindor's powerful knee bump, which heavily pushed against Silby's belly and bent him down.

Sylby's face turned blue. He spat out blood and bile and knelt heavily in front of Gryffindor.

Never move again.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, everyone saw the gray haired boy kneeling in front of Gryffindor and spitting blood. Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. He regretted that he had not been able to witness a good turn over. It's also a natural feeling.

That's right. It's really beyond everyone's expectation that the teenager will continue to play after his defeat in Slytherin.

If the boy really defeated the seriously injured Gryffindor, it would be a chance to become a God in the first World War and become a myth.

Unfortunately, looking at him now, mythology can't be a success. It can only be a joke and conversation for others.

There is a big gap in strength.

What else can Gryffindor do besides set off his strength?

Gryffindor coughed a few times with slight dryness. After defeating Slytherin in more than ten battles, he continued to defeat an enemy with serious injury. Even at the moment, he reached the limit.

But he still stood up, wiped the spilled blood on the corner of his lips with his middle finger, put the goblin's blade on the neck of Silby kneeling, looked around the room, and continued coldly: "who else is going to challenge?"Dead silence.

I'm afraid it's a brave man to give the most daring and greedy Challenger at this time. They're afraid they won't challenge Gryffindor any more. This man is really terrible.

In the stands, Slytherin's back gradually relaxed. Yes, he didn't expect it. Sylby still lost, even though he was brilliant and talented. But after all, he has been in touch with magic for a short time and is far from the opponent of Godric Gryffindor, who has been immersed in the wizard world for more than ten years.

Now just wait for him to come back.

Slytherin narrowed his eyes and had already imagined in his mind that he would devour the sly Silby with ten thousand snakes.

Seeing that there was no one to answer, Gryffindor coldly withdrew his eyes, looked at Silby, and said, "you are too eager for quick success and instant benefit. Even if you really want to be king, you can't be at this age."

Sylby kept his head down, motionless.

Gryffindor shook his head, folded his sword, sighed, and turned to the herald. Sylby has lost. He has no fighting power at all. Now, just wait for the herald to pronounce the victory.

But after a few steps, Gryffindor saw the bald Herald slanting his head and looking at him with a smile, not declaring his victory.

Then, behind him came a hoarse laugh: "you are too careless, Gryffindor."

Gryffindor turned his head fiercely, but he saw the guy who had been kicked to the gall and vomited out. Now he stood up wobbly. He was very embarrassed, but he had a strange expression on his face, which was... Disappointed?

Gryffindor frowned and pointed at Silby with his sword: "don't hold on, you're at the end of the storm. Now you are definitely not my opponent."

"Of course," said Silby lightly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I am not your opponent now, of course. I have never been your opponent, but who said that your opponent is me?"

"What?"

Gryffindor looked at the pale gray haired boy. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what he wanted to express, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Silby put up two fingers:

"rule two: in the arena, there must be a champion who can challenge continuously. No matter the order or the means, he can enter the main palace only after fighting to the end. If you leave the position of the challenge arena, you will be judged to admit defeat. "

"So what, did you fight to the end?" Gryffindor asked scornfully. He thought that this guy might have been damaged by himself.

"It looks similar." Sylby laughed. "But how can you be sure you never left the ring?"

Gryffindor was stunned and looked at his feet.

WOW!

Within ten steps, a series of landslides formed. Gryffindor immediately lowered his two heads and stood on the common dirt mountain road. He instantly widened his eyes, cold sweat spread all over his back on the spot... This, when did it happen!?

In contrast, Silby, standing on the edge of the rift, said in a slightly disappointed tone: "I didn't want to take the initiative to fight you. From the beginning to the end, I used metamorphosis to expand the arena. At the beginning, the arena was 100 steps wide and 150 steps long, but now it is 150 steps wide and 110 steps wide.

And you are in the position where you came from. It's a pity that it's fake. I made it. "

"So, cough..."

sylby coughed twice, "you lost, you lost to the rules."

Godric Gryffindor was completely dumbfounded. At this moment, countless clues cascaded from his mind, such as smoke bombs, luring him to attack continuously, and the strange action of dying rather than moving forward. At this moment, Gryffindor's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, stepped forward and wanted to say something more.

It's too late.

The baldheaded Herald, with his smiling eyes bent into the crescent, raised his hand: "winner, sylby Spencer, Godric Gryffindor, out."