Rome, where there is not much occultism in itself, is a country that has countless legends in later generations, but in fact it is not even religiously perfect.

However, this is also a country that has inherited too much occultism, and Greek, Egyptian, and even later Christianity can see strong traces in the history of this country.

The woman's expression cooled, and a trace of danger dissipated, and at the same time, Bu Zheng could feel a dark aura locking onto him.

In this world where there is not even a martial arts school, there is actually a breath lock.

To paraphrase the phrase of the first generation, this is not scientific.

However, the occult is like that, it can't even make a person fly off the wall, and partiality can make a person die and get up and fight.

Force levels, or even the strength levels divided by the game, don't play a role here.

If you insist on setting one, it is probably the same as the world of ancient heroes in martial arts, or, like the superhero movies and television on the bad street in the previous life, the spiritual will determines the level of one's own strength.

The stronger the faith, the stronger the power.

"So, what do you do, or do you think that the gods you believe in can do anything here."

Bu Zheng's eyes were cold, and suddenly, an incomparable power in his heart exploded, and a huge big seal took shape, instantly emerging from the center of his heart, and the phantom even faintly appeared behind Bu Zheng.

At the same time, the phantom of the long sword disappeared into the sword of the in-step battle.

The furious blade slashed down towards the woman, the blade twisting slightly in the void, slashing at a strange angle, and falling at an even stranger angle.

The short sword, which was originally on par with the battle knife of Bu Zheng, suddenly trembled, as if she had encountered some natural enemy, and was afraid, although then the woman adjusted and fiercely held the sword to meet the war knife of Bu Zheng, but in this short moment, the seeds of defeat have been planted.

The war knife slashed on the short sword, the woman's body trembled, her wrist trembled slightly, the short sword almost flew out of her hand, and the foot of the foot of the battle suddenly kicked the woman's lower abdomen.

With a dull and loud sound, the woman's body flew out.

Bu Zhan did not pursue, but reached out with his wrist to carry the child out of the carriage.

“……*&%&……%&…… ￥……”

Behind them, a strange-toned voice sounded, and a fierce wind struck behind Bu Zheng.

Dull, hoarse, furious, this is definitely a brave warrior, and, unlike the movies and television that Bu Zheng has seen in the first life, these words are by no means English, but an older language.

"Xin'er, be careful."

Bu Zheng's wrist flicked, and Bu Xin's figure disappeared into his hand, and then, his figure suddenly moved.

The child was switched to the other hand by him, and the sword was already facing the strong wind behind him.

"Bang."

The dull voice is different from the woman's short sword, which is also a short sword behind it, but it is powerful and heavy.

This man would be more powerful if he used a war knife, but he used a short sword.

The figure of Bu Zheng flickered and retreated a few steps, and behind him, a man with slightly long hair and a face full of vicissitudes also took a few steps back with a short sword.

"Tell him that if you want this child to live, you will surrender."

The child mentioned in front of him, the war knife was slightly horizontal, and he looked indifferently at Luquis, who was like a crazy bison not far away, and then looked at the female player who was about to rush over again not far away.

This is Luquis, the first warrior in Rome, his strength is half a pound and eight taels compared to Huo An, although it is not as good as the current Bu Zheng, but I am afraid that it is not much different, even if Bu Zheng does not hesitate to spend energy points to improve the bloodline and slash it to the extreme of this side of the world, these two people can also compete with Bu Zheng.

The current Han generals can beat these two people, but if these two people fight to the death, there are definitely not many who can kill the two without paying the price.

And now Bu Zheng has not improved the bloodline and slash, although the bloodline itself has improved the slash once, but it can only ensure that Bu Zheng now has the martial arts skills that are better than Huo An and Luquis, and even in terms of strength, Bu Zheng may not be able to occupy much advantage.

In this case, Bu Zheng naturally did not want to fight to the death with Luquis here.

"Despicable."

“……&%&……%”

The woman's angry curse and Luquis's angry roar rang out at the same time, and around them, a large group of Roman soldiers with anger on their faces raised their large shields and took a step towards the position where the battle was, and it was not for nothing that the tortoise formation was famous in later generations.

Maybe you can only catch the blind when you face the Great Han Iron Cavalry, or even against the Great Han Crossbow Array, but in itself, it is indeed extremely shocking when the huge shields obscure the vision.

"Xin'er."

It's just that although Bu Zheng does not have the impact power of the Great Han Iron Cavalry, nor does it have the terrifying penetrating lethality of the Great Han Crossbow Array, it has a more inexplicable Bu Xin.

In mid-air, Bu Xin's figure appeared, glancing down like a god, and then, her two hands spread slightly, a large handful of stones spread around her, and then disappeared strangely, on the ground, the turtle formation that was slowly forming suddenly came out with the sound of falling to the ground.

At least thirty or more soldiers with large shields fell straight down.

If the consumption of teleportation to Bu Xin was not so large, Bu Xin would be almost invincible in the historical world of this low-level mysterious power.

“……&%&……%&……%”

"My lord, I understand their language, let me speak."

Luquis's voice rang out loudly, and at the same time an anxious shout sounded in the distance, and a fast horse sped in the direction where Buzheng was.

Huo An, this naïve guy hasn't completely changed his innocence even now.

Well, if there were 100,000 Roman troops outside, it is estimated that Huo An would fight desperately with Bu Zheng until he died in battle, but now there are only defeated Roman soldiers outside, and Bu Zheng is still carrying a child, and Huo An's Madonna thought about it.

This guy is also very charming, and he doesn't know how to convince the goose head who has surrendered to the fight.

Of course, this is also the reason why Bu Zheng did not give Yan Tou any orders, and did not let Yan Tou guard against Huo An, otherwise, with Yan Zheng's stubbornness, if he got Bu Zheng's order, once Huo An wanted to do something, I am afraid that Yan Tou would immediately order Huo An to be beheaded.

"Xin'er, come back."

Bu Zheng shouted lightly, and then looked at Huo An, who had already squeezed in from the crowd.

Bu Xin's unpredictable ghosts, Bu Zheng's ruthless methods, his own weakness in the morning, and now even Luquis is in a desperate situation no matter how much he claims to be the first warrior in Rome, so they did not refuse Huo An to come in, and they probably also saw that Huo An came only good for them, and there was no harm.

"Huo An, tell them that this is the Great Han, and there are only two ways for any army to get here, one, surrender, and two, death."

Bu Zheng looked at Huo An who had just come to him lightly, the war knife in his hand turned slightly, and directly inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Roman soldiers, Bu Zheng put away his weapon, but it was not as good as Huo An in the original play, but contempt, his eyes looked at Huo An lightly, and then looked at Luquis and the female player, just like the victor looked at his defeated general.