After experiencing the three major battles, the Fei Leng Cui militia has always won more with less, and today's scene of fifty or sixty people against a dozen or so opponents is simply inexplicable, although the Fei Leng Cui militia who picked up their weapons are still a little lazy, but their combat instinct is still displayed to the extreme at this moment.

This time they didn't charge, they just looked at the paladins defiantly, their faces full of ridicule.

Fei Luo shook his head vigorously, this kind of guy who is not as tall as his machete, he only needs one knife to cut a few, it is really not challenging. The panda warriors didn't even wear silver armor, they only pulled out the three-edged demon hunting spear behind their backs, and they didn't even put down the ale glass, and the forty-eight hippo poets really couldn't cry or laugh, did they have to bully more than they did with the mastiffs?

The paladins were a little stunned, they didn't expect that a group of Beamon would really dare to be so arrogant in Valencia City, and in front of the paladins who represented the divine power, they still dared to draw their knives on the spot.

The paladins are fanatical and dedicated, but it doesn't mean that they don't have basic martial arts knowledge, and the burly and strong Beamon in front of them, each with a long breath and a calm expression, obviously didn't take them seriously at all.

Paladin leader Joaquin Qingzhi opened up the big words as soon as he entered the door, and now it is difficult to accept it, with a low roar, the fighting spirit instantly exploded to the peak, and he was just about to rush up to play for his life, but was stopped by a loud shout.

"Stop!"

A female knight in fine Milanese heavy armor paced slowly through the ruined bar door, the female knight with a helmet under her armpit had a rare long sapphire blue hair, her beautiful face revealed an unconcealed heroism, the sword oak leaf pattern on the cuirass was inlaid with precious gemstones, and a golden piccolo hung from a silver chain hanging from the white neck peeking out of the collar armor.

"Knights, what you have done has really disappointed me! Just rushed forward so rashly, what if the other party hurt Joan of Arc? The female knight angrily scolded the brainless paladins.

Hearing her angry rebuke, all the paladins hurriedly lowered their heads and stepped aside, even a paladin like Joaquin, who was extremely arrogant and had eyes above the top, did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The female paladin looked at Liu Zhenzhen, and Liu Zhenzhen was also looking at her, the difference between the two was that Lao Liu's eyes were always staring at someone's chest, while the female paladin was looking him up and down.

"It is worthy of the double dragon sacrifice Richard who defeated Frank Lampard, and it is indeed heroic." The female paladin gracefully reported to herself: "I am Garcia, the deputy head of the Sword Oak Paladin. ”

"Dragon knight Garcia, you're welcome, just say whatever you want." Liu Zhen laughed. This little lady has a dragon's breath rippling all over her body, and a dragon flute hangs around her neck, which is not strange if she is another dragon knight of the Holy See.

"As a dragon priest admired by all, esteemed Lord Richard, if you and I need to learn and communicate, that's another matter, can you release our Joan of Arc first?" Knight Garcia neither admitted that she was a dragon knight, nor denied that she was not, her gaze and tone were as calm as a rock, and she could not see the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

"There is no problem." Liu Zhenzhen looked at the little nun with tears in her eyes and a grief-stricken face, and said, "Little nun, someone has picked you up, hurry up and let me go, don't bother me again!" ”

The little nun Joan of Arc looked at Lao Liu stubbornly, biting her beautiful lips tightly, obviously hating her heart.

"If you don't leave, I'll screw you again." Liu Zhenzhen raised his hand to scare her.

The little nun turned her head, and her tears fell like pearls with broken threads, but the person stood motionless like an old tree in the forest, and Liu's shocking big paws stopped the car when the little nun's fiercely undulating full breasts were less than half an inch away.

To others, this seems to be another twist.

"I'm Debolo!" Liu Zhenzhen's face was stupid, he didn't pay attention to the paladin and the dragon knight, this little nun was really difficult.

"You're my hundredth evil target." The little nun had red eyes, but said unusually firmly.

"You actually ...... to the Holy Maiden of Joan of Arc" Garcia's dragon knight's eyes suddenly turned into a roaring fire in the fireplace, and he stared at Lao Liu deadly: "... Unbelievable! How could a noble dragon clan choose a rogue scum like you to be a dragon sacrifice! Do you have the guts to duel me? ”

Although Nana and Daisy's cheeks have been cultivated and exercised for so long, they still can't help but blush when they hear this.

"Win and you just take her away! If you lose, you can take her away, but you have to promise me one thing on behalf of the Holy See. "Liu Zhenzhen really can't ask for it.

"As long as I can, I swear to you with my life that I will do it. It's not empty enough, and it's easy to hurt innocents when fighting, so come with me to the Colosseum. Garcia, the dragon knight, nodded, turned around in a dashing way, and walked out of the bar with her azure cloak in an arc.

"Ou~~~ There is a fight~~" The militia all followed with laughter, Lao Liu and the rest of the paladins had not moved, they had already swarmed out, there were too many people, and they were crowded into a pimple at the door, only to hear a dull sound of the bar door, and there was no sliding door at the door of the bar.

The bar owner wanted to cry.

Seeing that the lord and his entourage also went out, Captain Rossi discussed with his elven wife and the deputy head of the group, the Tiger warrior Dicanio, and decided to go over to see if this dragon sacrifice could really be as legendary, then it would not be too late to take refuge.

Aside from his own eyes, the mercenary was somewhat skeptical of the rumors.

The Colosseum in Valencia is designed with a half-dome, with huge Byzantine columns carved with some mythical heroes, and the whole looks like a huge salted duck egg with a hole in the middle, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators, and the all-marble structure makes Helen and the two scepter priests envious, and there is also an arena in Witherspoon, a northeastern province of Bymon, but it is all made of wood, which is a beast pen compared to here.

The person in charge of the Colosseum is also a member of the Sherpa family, and when he heard the dragon knight Garcia say that he was going to duel with the Lord of Beamon Emerald in the Kingdom of Beamon, his face turned white with fright, and while Nono said yes, he quietly gave the little guy next to him a look - although he didn't know the top secret of the Sherpa family, however, the Sherpa family and the Lord Beamon had private contact, which was something that everyone in the family knew.

Humans and Beamon, in the ancient hobby of the Colosseum, have not changed at all because of the passage of time, and in the arranged VIP seats, the paladins and the Emerald ruffians ushered in the opening words of the Colosseum.

The business of the Colosseum in winter is basically dominated by gladiators against gladiators, because at this time some beasts have begun to hibernate, although the incident happened in a hurry, but the well-trained Colosseum personnel were still quickly prepared, one after another the ancient style chariots were released from the Taiping Gate at the bottom of the Colosseum, around the field, the spear-wielding warriors on the chariots were exactly the same as depicted in the myths of the ancient Olympic era, without a piece of clothing on their bodies, bare toned muscles, cheers rang out, White handkerchiefs are waving.

The news seems to be spreading quite quickly, and there are already many human civilians sitting in the Doric-style staircase stands, and the number continues to increase.

In the center of the Colosseum, there is a ten-blade-high stone platform, and the female narrator standing in the middle of the amplified magic circle is gaging with a dwarf man in a sweet and greasy voice, nothing more than praising the gladiators on these chariots for their strong physique and bravery, and the height of the gnomes is not even comparable to their third leg, and this boring little joke provokes a series of laughter in the stands.

Followed by a pair of gladiators also carried shields and tomahawks into the Colosseum, caught and fought, the shields violently slammed, reverberating fiercely at the bottom of the ring Colosseum with echo function, blood splashed, the cheers and white handkerchiefs in the stands waved in succession, and some spectators who had not had time to sit down, endured the angry scolding that was blocked from sight behind them, and shouted loudly.

The victorious gladiators proudly raised their tomahawks and shields, and dragged their opponents back to the Taiping Gate. Immediately after a lion also emerged from the beast's hole, a stout gladiator strode out of the Taiping Gate with his bare hands, and fought the lion with a golden mane, jumping up and down.

The paladins watched it with relish, the gang of ruffians in Fei Lengcui almost fell asleep, they were all experts who had rolled on the tip of the knife, and they could see at a glance that this was all some fancy work, and the gladiators were bloody, in fact, they were very measured, and they would not hurt their muscles and bones, as for this lion fight, it was even more nonsense, it was purely a performance, the lion was trained at all, and it would not really bite, to put it bluntly, it was a big cat, according to their estimates, most of the lion had been sawed teeth.

Marquis Capello and Count Toti soon arrived, and quietly pulled aside the head of the inn who was following Lord Beamon, and after understanding the situation, the heads of the two Sherpa families suddenly had big heads, and they scolded Lord Fei Leng Cui in their hearts for being a troublemaker, and they had to laugh on their faces.

"Mr. Capello, this kind of opening statement is really too much, let's change the tricks, we Fei Leng Emerald Beamon and you human paladins each choose a few people, go up and fight one or two fierce beasts with real swords, what do you think?" Mo'er snapped her little finger at the two Sherpa leaders.

Of course, the Marquis of Capello didn't dare to call the shots, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, and he didn't even know when the Dragon Knight of the Holy See Sword Oak Leaf Knights would come. In the past, the two dragon knights came to Dorot, which is definitely a very glorious thing, but now that there is one more Beamon lord in this harmony, the heart of the prime minister of the principality will be bottomless, this Beamon Lord's flying domineering he knows, in case of a fight in the city, the Marquis of Capello knows that this double dragon sacrifice does not take this group of Beamon warriors to kill Dollot to the bottom of the genius monster.

He absolutely believed that this guy could do such a thing.

"We are paladins who represent God's will and destroy evil beings, not clowns who put on a show to please the audience." Garcia, the dragon knight, politely rebuffed Mo'er's suggestion.

"I also have Bimon Paladins under my command, and since the human Paladins are conservative, then let us Bimon's Templars sacrifice their ugliness." Liu Zhenzhen smiled, turned his head to Goode and said, "Honorary Templar Mr. GoodJohnson, are you sure about this?" ”

"When the day dies, he bears the plate first! I'm so sure! Why don't I play with the paladins first? Pan Shuai blinked a few times, his big eyes widened, and he pinched his bowl-sized fist and the bone joint crackled violently.

The paladins looked at Good's carrot-thick fingers in a daze, and when they came to the side of these strong Beamons, they could feel how strong and terrifying these Beamons were.

"And me!"

"And me!"

The militia coaxed, Fat Luo and Ao Fat screamed the loudest, and the fake Thor Fury in Ao Fat's hand waved around, excited to die or live, with a face **.

"Don't make a fuss!" The proprietress Ning Yu sank her face, it is not yet time to tear her face, such a trouble, in case it is not easy to clean up.

"Dear Mr. Capello, how many beasts do you have?" Liu Zhenzhen asked.

"There are a few hibernating Greenland brown bears and a couple of lions." Count Totti accompanied the smiling face.

"Don't divide the front and back, wake up all those hibernating brown bears, Good, you go down, deal with all of them, and leave the rest to my Fei Gao, he has also been here for a while, it's time for him to see blood." With a wave of her hand, Mo'er erased the militiamen's request for war.

"Just do as she says." Liu Zhenzhen nodded.

Count Toti immediately said no, went down to prepare, only the Marquis of Capello was here to accompany the guests like walking on thin ice, here the two gangs of people and horses came out of nowhere, and neither could be offended, and the little servants hurriedly sent some exquisite snacks over, and the fruit was eaten and taken, and the pockets of the belly pocket were full, and the little face of the puff puff was full of happiness.

There were already more and more spectators in the stands, and Garcia, the dragon knight, frowned, but it was difficult to say anything.

"The Goethe-Theatre opposite is performing the grand finale opera 'The Last Ranger' by the Royal Theatre of San Antonio today, but when I heard that there was a game in the Colosseum, it was probably all over, and the soldiers I brought with me were already blocking the entrance." Marquis Capello saw Garcia's displeasure and said cautiously.

"It's their right to enjoy the games, don't stir up a civil uprising, let them in, and you can donate a little to the workhouse opened by our convent when the time comes." Garcia Dragon Knight smiled faintly.

"That's for sure...... That's a certain ......" Marquis Capello's heart was full of doubts, it was not surprising that Lord Beamon could come, but the dragon knight of the Sword Oak Leaf Knights came, it was a little strange, he wanted to ask what was going on, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

There are some things that may not be a good thing to know.

Perhaps amazed that the paladin also had an economic mind, Liu Zhenzhen and several proprietresses took a good look at the beautiful female dragon knight.

Goode and Mo'er stood up together, led by the girl who led the way, and walked to the inner passage leading to the backstage.

"Is she going to fight the beasts too? O God! She's so brave! A fine bead of sweat appeared on the tip of the little nun's nose, and she looked at Mo'er's back with excitement.

"She's still a child!" Ning Yu quietly leaned into Lao Liu's ear, and there was a strong anger in her tone.

Liu Zhenzhen couldn't say anything except a wry smile, and he also felt a little regretful. It's not because the other party has some Boolean father, nor because of some bullshit paladin, it's purely because he regrets that he just took a little girl, but everything has been done, and what can I say now-there are a few criminals who want to do bad things, and most of them are just impulsive.

"To die is to save face and to suffer sin." Nana said with a smile.

"That's true." Lao Liu himself admitted it.

There was a burst of collective laughter.

Mo'er flew lightly to the middle of the bottom of the Colosseum, she was the first to appear, she was the national beauty, she made the audience in the Seven Blades High Stand dizzy, even the dwarf and the hostess who were commenting on Diao Dou were stunned for a long time, only heavy breathing came from the amplification array.

There was a sound of "click" rolling wheels, and the iron fence gates of the four beast caves in the north rose, and with a burst of crackling leather whips, four hungry lions roared slowly out of the beast caves, and the corners of their mouths were hung with a touch of blood, and the beasts of the Colosseum generally only fed a small half of the ration in order to maintain their ferocity, and the beasts that were in a state of semi-starvation for a long time were the most ferocious.

The iron fence gate of the beast cave fell down with a "bang".

The spectators gathered in the stands had reached at least three or four thousand people at this time, and the cheers were thunderous, and the huge sound gathered greater energy in the circular Colosseum.

This gladiatorial fight made the blood of all the audience swell, in the past, it was a strong slave fighter who had the right to fight and kill beasts, and today it is even more exciting to see a weak but beautiful girl appear.

The little nun was trembling as she clenched her clothes tightly in the VIP stands, but her eyes never left the Colosseum below, and she kept muttering to herself with a cross.

Mo'er looked around at the surrounding environment, on the empty marble floor, in addition to the blackened old blood stains, there were also many scars left by weapons on it, she was very satisfied here, Fei Gao's block would not look constrained in this kind of large playground-like Colosseum.

Probably stimulated by the cheers of the audience, the four lions roared almost at the same time, full of wild sounds, suppressing all the noise around them.

Mo'er waved her hand and released Figao from the spatial ring, and at the same time came out of the Tide Lord Grien, one of them was holding a stack of huge bridge cards carved in woodblocks, Figao's face was glued to a pile of notes, his weapons and armor were piled up beside him, and he was wearing a samurai uniform all over his body, and his fingers were still picking at his big feet.

The cheering all around him stopped abruptly and choked.

Moore put Grion in the ring and pointed to the four lions at Figo.

Baleno's warrior Figo stood up with a "huo", and the Colosseum was in an uproar.

It's horrible! There are such terrible and strong warriors!

Except for the dragon knight Garcia, the rest of the paladins had cramps on their faces like a stroke, and they vaguely guessed that this was a Baleno warrior, but how could a whale warrior in the sea get ashore?

Even a guy with a deep city like Marquis Capello couldn't help but be shocked, it turned out that this Lord of Beamon had experienced two major battles with the Duchy of Dolot, and he didn't do his best.

He looked at Liu's shocked eyes, first a burst of admiration, and then turned into deep fear.

The four lions stepped back at the same time, no different from a small mouse standing in front of a big cat in front of the huge body of the whale warrior.

Fei Gao grinned, and the bones of his body made a loud sound like a rubbing, and his body gradually became shorter, becoming only three blades high, and his height was reduced by half.

The four lions who were retreating looked at each other, and they all hesitated a little, with their intelligence, they obviously couldn't understand why an opponent who was so huge just now suddenly shrunk by half.

"This ...... What kind of martial arts is this? Garcia, the dragon knight in the VIP stands, couldn't help but ask.

"This is the "cartilage skill" of the sea clan octopus warrior, this whale warrior of mine used to be the head of the Praetorian Guard, so he has also learned this crude martial art, a five-hundred-pound octopus warrior can use the "cartilage skill" to pass through a hole the size of a gold coin, my whale warrior can't, he can't practice at home, he can only reduce his body by half in a short time. Lord Beamon said in a very modest tone, but his expression did not have the slightest hint of modesty.

Liu Zhenzhen's words were not finished, and Fei Gao's affairs had already been done.

This guy drew his huge and unscrupulous saber very ungracefully, and strode forward, the spectators in the stands only felt a piercing wind howl, in the Colosseum, this giant-like warrior had already overturned two lions with a sword, and kicked one away, and the kicked lion flew directly into the stands, and there was another big uproar, fortunately, the lion had been kicked in two by him, and the riot did not last long, and one lion escaped, the bottom of the Colosseum was very large, and this lion's choice was correct.

A huge jet of water erupted from Figo's mouth, like an iron rod slamming into the fleeing lion, and the poor running lion flew a dozen paces away, slammed its waist against the marble wall, and dragged out a long trail of blood as it fell.

"Demon Martial Dual Cultivation!" The paladins were shocked.

"What kind of demon martial arts double cultivation, which whale won't spew a little water column from its mouth." Liu Zhen laughed.

Little by little, the confidence in the dragon knight Garcia's eyes was disappearing.

(To be continued)