The pitch-black barrel of the gun, the cyan sword light! The two huge forces urged by the strong fighting spirit collided, rubbed, blended, and then exploded in mid-air! In the Colosseum, where countless winds and sand were blowing, billowing smoke and dust rolled up again.

"Boom!" In the confusion, there was a muffled sound of the ground falling. Randy Reinhardt gritted his teeth and barely stood in the middle of a shallow bowl-shaped pit more than half a meter deep, struggling to support the black dragon lance that was only a fist away from his forehead. The part of his body from the knee down was all sunk deep in the cracked dirt.

The sand and dust in the air fell as the storm stopped, and Randy finally saw the hatred in Ronin's eyes, as well as the crystal blue demon in his hand that exuded extreme temptation.

At this time, Randy finally understood: why Luo Ning, who was a puppeteer, took the initiative to put away the two powerful puppets that swept more than a dozen good hands, and why he sent people to let Luo Ning get out three times and twice.

"I was wrong! And I couldn't be more wrong!" Randy was arrogant, but being arrogant didn't mean stupid. He still didn't know how powerful Luo Ning was, but he had already deeply realized how terrifying the seemingly ordinary long sword in his hand was.

"No, I can't go on, or I'll die here! He will really kill me!I can't die! I haven't inherited the huge Reinhardt family yet, I haven't made a career on the battlefield, I haven't become the top powerhouse of the Lost Continent!" At this moment, Randy's mind flashed countless images that he had dreamed of, the fear of death had not yet dissipated, but a very strong desire to win had erupted from the bottom of his heart like scorching magma.

"Drink ——" Randy exerted his strange strength, and his arms suddenly pushed outward, and the terrifying power of the high-level warrior, which was dozens of times that of ordinary people, suddenly exploded, pushing Luo Ning to stagger back. At the same time, a thick layer of fog shrouded the surroundings of the black dragon spear, and I saw Randy's left arm pressed down and twisted, and the tip of the spear suddenly crossed a dark arc, and rushed towards Luo Ning's chest with a whimpering wind.

"Bell!"

Randy's raid didn't work. The Black Dragon Spear was only halfway through when it collided with the blade of the Storm Demon Sword. Lan Di obviously felt that the power in Luo Ning's hands was not as good as his own. If it was placed in normal times, Luo Ning's sword would be picked up by the black dragon spear in the next moment.

It's a pity that the Storm Demon Sword is not mortal iron after all. All of Randy's assumptions were ruthlessly shattered the moment the two blades collided.

After absorbing all of the wind and sand of the Tyrug Sandstorm, the Storm Demon Sword Elushir seems to have changed untouched, but its power has increased dramatically. After the tips of the blades collided with each other, the Storm Demon Sword became stronger when it was stronger, and suddenly became more than a thousand pounds, as if the weight of the Tyrug Sandstorm was all pressed on the tip of the spear. Randy is powerful, but his manpower is sometimes poor, and with the strength of his high-level warriors, how can he compete with the entire Terug Desert?

The feeling of sour numb concussion poured into Randy's arms through the black dragon spear. He only felt that the pain from his fingertips to his shoulders was unbearable, as if what he had just hit was not a sharp sword blade, but the thousand-meter-high Mount Villenor on the north side of the royal capital!

"Okay, just now I kept saying that I wanted to cut three swords first, and now I'm going to fight back just after one sword, and I'm stunned to change a stand-alone target game into a turn-based action online game! Since you're so reckless, then I have to unceremoniously take advantage of your illness to kill you!"

As soon as Luo Ning thought of this, the Storm Demon Sword was raised again. Although Randy's resistance just now was futile, it also made Luo Ning realize the overwhelming power of the Storm Demon Sword. He knows that his swordsmanship is mediocre, and he doesn't engage in those showmanship, it is just a simple and unpretentious "New Year's Greeting Swordsmanship". I saw him exert all his strength and aim the Storm Demon Sword at Randy's head.

The sword light is Huohuo, and the gun shadow is difficult to support. Randy tried to block the magic sword again, but he broke his arms under the pressure of the huge force, and was hit in the head by the rebounding black dragon spear. Fortunately, Luo Ning's first sword at the beginning almost shattered the square inch of land he was standing on. The second sword fell, only to nullify his arms, and pressed his body further to the ground, buried in the earth to his chest.

"Poof!" Randy's internal organs were violently shaken by the sword, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale. One thing is clear: although the third sword has not yet been slashed, he is no longer eligible to continue fighting.

"Why, isn't this going to work? Your skills are weak, your equipment is not perfect, and your virtue is even more painful. Now I ask you, do you still dare to let me have three swords?!"

Luo Ning's mouth was merciless, and his movements in his hands were not ambiguous! I saw him sneer and stick his long sword against Randy's back and plunge it into the ground, and his arm was forceful, forcibly picking him out of the dirt into the air.

"Bang!" Randy's body fell from the sky, causing him to become dizzy and nearly unconscious.

In the haze, he vaguely saw Betty running to Ronin like crazy, kneeling at his feet and crying and begging him to let him go.

"No... Don't—" Randy struggled to get the "don't ask him to" sentence in its entirety. A warm fishy smell hit his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Ronin irritably shook off the crying Betty, and was about to step forward with his sword, but Wendy's arm was grabbed. The little girl knew that she couldn't help, so she had been hiding from a distance just now to watch the battle. Later, Randy passes out, and Betty rushes in crying and begging for mercy. When she saw the girl crying sadly, a strange thought suddenly popped up in her heart: "If one day my brother faints and dies, will I be so sad and beg the enemy to raise his noble hand like her?"

Although Wendy's heart is far more mature than a few days ago, her heart is still as kind as ever. Seeing Betty crying pitifully, she couldn't help but feel sympathy knowing that this woman had sent someone to feel sorry for herself.

"Forget it, brother!" Wendy looked up and smiled sweetly at Ronin.

"I'm so happy and happy that you did it for me, but they didn't really hurt me. And..."

"They dare!" Roning shouted with wide eyes and a fierce expression. He can not care about being framed, he can not care about being ambushed, but only Wendy's safety can detonate his whole anger.

Wendy just smiled and continued, "I know you're not afraid of them, but it's not a good thing to kill people here, and you're still a nobleman of the kingdom. You don't want to run away with me from now on, from their family, do you?"

Luo Ning blurted out: "Of course I don't want to! I just want you to be happy every day!"

He looked at Randy, who was lying half-dead on the ground, and then looked at Betty, whose eyes were red, groaned for a long time, sighed lightly and walked up to Randy, cut off his left little finger with a sword, picked it up and threw it in front of Betty: "When this guy wakes up, you tell him for me: He bullies me and embarrasses me, I can bear it! But if he dares to be unfavorable to Wendy in the future and wants to hurt Wendy, this little finger is his example!"