Creating Your Own Era
Seven against one

"Today is the last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony." A cold voice rang out from a woman with long hair that glittered with a blue light standing in the middle of the arena. "Now, let eight young men rise to the top of the arena."

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

Eight shadows leaped onto the top of the dueling arena consecutively.

Lou Rong glanced at them and found that almost all the other seven opponents were staring at him. Clearly, the seven of them were disgusted that he was allowed to be directly placed among the eight finals without having to advance through as many battle tiers as they had.

"Do you think I want to be like this?" Lou Rong pursed her lips. It was really the decision of the ruler of the Lou Young territory for him to be appointed as one of the eight. “However, these seven people are really tall. Even the shortest of them, a woman, at least 1.7 meters tall, was slightly taller than me. Yes, and this big and stupid man was probably 2.3 meters tall. ”

Even though they were 'youths', they were all very successful in their training, and most were almost sixteen. Only Lou Rong was only ten years old. Naturally, he was the shortest of them.

"The four of you will fight each other, one by one. The loser will go, and the winner will stay, until four remain. And then, you will duel until only two are left, then finally, the strongest will be chosen. ”That long-haired woman's words.

Lou Rong and seven other young men were listening.

Suddenly…

"Stop!" A cold voice sounded.

The witnessing tribal youths and the citizens of the Lou clan from the Western region all turned towards that voice. Even the long-haired woman turned around and frowned. He was a Xiantian level expert from the Lou clan in the Western region, and he had only come to lead today because it was the last day. Who caused a commotion at a time like this? He turned his head and saw that the speaker was a callous man wearing white fur.

The long haired woman trembled.

"Rain Spot Sword, Lou Yichuan."

" rain sword."

" the raindrop sword looks like a giant iceberg, just standing there. I felt my heart go cold just by looking at it. ”Tens of thousands of spectators look excited in their eyes. All the Xiantian experts present were like Fiendgods to them, but Lou Yichuan was the most dazzling expert in the land, a legendary figure.

Lou Yichuan sat there and said coldly, “The last day of the Golden Sword Ceremony is to choose the most powerful of the eight finalists to be the one to snatch the golden sword. As I see ... let Lou Rong fight the other seven! "

"One against seven?" The long haired woman was stunned. "But but…"

"What?!"

"One against seven? The other seven were all extremely talented young people. "

"But!"

A very surprising scene.

Even the ruler of the territory, Lou Young, who was sitting next to Lou Yichuan, was amazed. As for the old man with the poisonous snake, Lou Lee, who was sitting on the other side of Lou Young, he immediately laughed out loud. "Great. One against seven. Lou Rong is the most talented young man in our Lou clan in the Western region. Even if he lost, this would be a form of training for him. But Lou Yichuan if your son loses the battle against the seven of them, then what? "

"Good." Lou Lee nodded.

Lou Young looked at Yichuan curiously, then spoke. "Let it be as Yichuan said."

"Yes, the lord of the territory." The long-haired woman, looking at the situation, nodded. The two most powerful factions in the Lou clan in the Western region had agreed. Naturally, he did not say anything about it. All he could do was sigh inwardly that the rain-spotted sword, Lou Yichuan, might be too arrogant.

"You eight."

The long haired woman looked at the eight young men. "Come and pick your weapons. After choosing the weapon wait for my command,. After I give the order, Lou Rong will fight against the seven of you. If Lou Rong loses, or if the seven of you lose then this battle will be over. "

"All of." With a wave of her hand, the long-haired lady made a large number of weapons appear out of nowhere to the top of the dueling arena. There are all kinds of weapons. Only, none of them were honed!

"choose." Said the long haired woman.

Lou Rong and the seven other youths all stepped forward, quickly choosing their weapons. Lou Rong chose a sturdy black long sword that looked quite heavy.

The tens of thousands of spectators below were all engaged in conversation. Many of them had just seen the 'rain speckle sword', Lou Yichuan, for the first time. They felt as if Lou Yichuan was like a piece of ice, so cold that their hearts trembled. “ Lou Yichuan may be too arrogant and demanding, and she even treats her son the same way. One against seven? Even if Lou Rong's true strength exceeded that of the other seven, how could he possibly defeat all seven of them at once? "

"He's really crazy."

"I heard that Lou Rong was only ten years old, but her father had ordered her to come here and attend the Golden Sword Ceremony, and even wanted her to fight one on seven. A horrible person. "

Many onlookers were now beginning to feel sympathy for Lou Rong. After all, Lou Rong was the smallest and shortest of the eight youths above the dueling arena, and the youngest as well. In addition, Lou Rong was very handsome this slim and handsome youngster had a very cold and severe father. One could imagine how strict this young boy's father usually ruled over him.

"Have you finished choosing?" The long haired woman looked at the eight youths.

Seven young men stood on one side of the dueling arena. Their weapons were ready, they were holding sickle weapons, spears, straight swords and others They were all staring at Lou Rong.

On the opposite side of the arena stood Lou Rong, alone.

Lou Rong held the sword in her hand, staring at them calmly.

"Because you have already made the choice "The long-haired lady waved her hand, taking back the pile of blunt weapons that were at the side while saying, "Then you can start."

Just when his words came out

Swooshes! Swooshes! Swooshes! The seven shadows on the other side of the arena moved at high speed, simultaneously charging towards Lou Rong who was standing on the other side.

Seriate..