Just as Han Xing was about to teach the sinister blonde archer a good lesson, he suddenly felt that his feet were weak, and he fell a dog eating very ungracefully, and his health was even less than 40 points.

"Fall and drop me 40 blood? You and I are pinched with tofu! When he looked down, he realized that his foot had been pierced by a sharp arrow, and blood was dripping.

Even though he didn't feel the pain, this damn wound still affected Han Xing's movements to a greater or lesser extent.

What made him feel even worse was that the guys who were fighting each other actually looked at him in unison, as if sharks smelled blood.

Reason dominated Han Xing, and he had no choice but to give up the idea of rushing over to give that kid a hard blow, and instead used his shield to protect his torso and slowly retreated.

However, the arrow stuck in his foot made it impossible for him to walk fast at all, and he was soon surrounded, one with a spear on his left and a sword and shield on his right.

Faced with this situation, Han Xing planned to break through from the left, the sword and shield were the only way to restrain the spear, and he planned to copy the tactics of the Roman legion to defeat the Macedonian spear phalanx, first use the shield to block the opponent's spear, and then take the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand.

Just as he turned to parry the spear, the blonde boy's arrow struck him again at a tricky angle, this time on his exposed right rib.

To make matters worse, the arrow also caused a bleeding effect, and his health dropped at a rate of 1 point per second.

In the end, Han Xing successfully dealt with the man with the spear, and he was also hit by the sword and shield hand behind him, and he was unwilling to hang up because of the passage of life.

"Bullying!" Han Xing was really angry. Come to think of it, the European knights who were kite-flying by the Mongol cavalry must have understood his thoughts now.

Han Xing suddenly thought, why didn't he put on that set of armor? Although he felt like he was in a can every time he put on that armor, he suddenly began to miss the feeling of being tightly protected in this situation.

"Wait until I put on my armor and see how you shoot through me." Han Xing said with a wicked smile. The thought of the archer boy's deflated face made him feel a pang of excitement in his heart.

As soon as he woke up, he called Roy beside him to help him put on that damn armor, and with the experience of the last time, it only took 20 minutes for the two of them to successfully get Han Xing fully armed.

When Han Xing came to the arena again, he took out his elven sword and put down his visor to cover his face.

Looking at the people fighting fiercely in the arena, he smiled angrily "hehe", picked up his weapon and rushed into the battle group, and where there were more people.

Han Xing kicked away a sword and shield hand, took advantage of his unsteady footing and knocked him down, when he fell to the ground and failed to stand up, his foot stepped on his right hand, and a sword stabbed him in the lower abdomen, his right hand weakly swung the sword and slashed at Han Xing's iron leggings, but he couldn't leave a single scratch.

Just as Han Xing raised his head, suddenly there was a "clanging" sound from the armor, but it was an arrow that took advantage of Han Xing's head to shoot towards the gap between the joint part of his helmet and neck armor because of his bowed head, but Han Xing raised his head in time, and the arrow was weakly hit on the thick helmet and was bounced out, and fell to the ground weakly after turning 360 degrees in the air twice.

Apparently this is the blonde archer boy's trick again, as always at a tricky angle.

Han Xing didn't care about him, and pounced on a blonde bearded man on the right who was holding a two-handed sword, and the bearded man obviously saw Han Xing's strength, so he turned around and fled, and went elsewhere. In view of the heaviness of the armor, Han Xing was unable to catch up.

Han Xing was like the reincarnation of a demon god, and he cut down many people in a row, so that the surrounding "contestants" were afraid to avoid him when they saw him.

This happened to make the blonde boy suffer, they didn't dare to find Han Xing's bad luck, so they naturally looked around for a new target, and the blonde boy with a bow and arrow was naturally regarded as a "soft persimmon".

"You kid has today! That's what makes you play yin, which doesn't, pulls up the hatred of the map. Seeing that he was chased and slashed by a large group of enemies, so that he accidentally fell once, and his gorgeous blonde hair was covered with dust as a result, Han Xing couldn't help but feel good.

Suddenly, Han Xing saw his old acquaintances, Brother Hei and Brother Shield, but the two did not join the ranks of chasing and killing the blonde boy, but the obscene cat was in the distance, specifically looking for the lone man, and soon, they were eyeing Han Xing.

"It seems that you are not learning your lesson! You were all just my defeated men before I didn't wear armor, and now you dare to challenge me? Feeling that his position as the overlord of the arena had been provoked, Han Xing couldn't help but be furious, he picked up the elven sword and walked up head-on.

Han Xing was full of domineering, every step on the ground made the earthquake tremble, and he moved forward like a humanoid tank, I don't know if it was a psychological factor, Han Xing felt that he was not as "difficult" as before wearing this set of armor.

Looking at Han Xing, who was like a rainbow, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the two opposites, and after glancing at each other, the two of them actually faced Han Xing with a determined face, presumably intending to restrain Han Xing with speed.

"Want to take on a difficult challenge? Meet you! Han Xing stepped forward quickly, swung his sword and slashed at the head of the black brother who was holding a two-handed sword, and came straight to the point.

Brother Hei also stabbed Han Xing in the chest with a sword, if there was no armor, Han Xing would definitely not dare to fight him, but now it is different, playing with himself to exchange injuries for injuries, it must be this old black who is unlucky, not to mention that he may not be able to penetrate his armor.

Han Xing still underestimated Brother Hei's strength and overestimated his armor defense, Brother Hei is a typical strength warrior, and he was defeated by Han Xing twice because his attack was strong and heavy, and he was dodged by Han Xing, so that a sword was slashed, but he didn't have time to defend and was killed by Han Xing.

Brother Hei's sword penetrated Han Xing's armor and penetrated through Han Xing's right chest, giving Han Xing 60 points of damage, but failed to hit the vital point, after all, Han Xing's vital point was only his head.

And Han Xing's sword successfully beheaded Brother Hei, and Brother Hei's head flew up from his shoulder more than 2 meters high before falling, and he rolled on the grass for more than a dozen laps before stopping. His body was still holding the sword that pierced Han Xing's chest, and the blood on Brother Hei's neck gushed out and splashed on Han Xing's armor, dyeing the front of Han Xing's armor bright red.

Han Xing ignored the sword on his chest and turned around to meet the sneak attack of Brother Shield. "Dang~", Brother Shield's sword and Han Xing's sword collided together, Han Xinggang wanted to stab him in the head, but was blocked by his shield in time.

Looking at Han Xing, who was like a demon god with his helmet and cuirass, and the shield brother who was ready to fight and retreat accidentally stepped on his feet, seized the opportunity towards Han Xing, and slashed towards his legs.

Brother Shield, who lost his legs, could only move back desperately on the ground, and then used his shield to block Han Xing's attack, Han Xing was not in a hurry, he enjoyed the current situation very much, looking at the blood stains dragged out by Brother Shield on the ground and the frightened expression in his eyes, which made Han Xing full of the pleasure of revenge. He also took the time to pull out Brother Hei's sword from his chest, if it weren't for the lack of pain in the training space, this move alone would be comparable to Xiahou Dun who ate his own eyeballs, and scared the other side to the point of urine.

"Let you beat me, now your two good brothers, one has been beheaded by me and has not had time to come back to life, and the other is being chased all over the world, like a rat crossing the street. I'll see who else will save you! Hahaha! Han Xing closed his eyes to the helpless shield brother step by step.

"*****" The brown-haired bearded man seemed to say something in a hurry, but Han Xing didn't understand it at all, but seeing him speak, Han Xing, who thought that this training space was all computers, was suddenly shocked.

The reason why Han Xing made his legs bloody and forced him to squirm like a snail on the ground was because he was just a computer, even if he didn't feel pain here, but if he was a real person, Han Xing couldn't do such a thing.

He suddenly lost interest and stabbed him in the throat with a hasty sword, ending the farce.

Suddenly, he receives a hint that your melee skills have been upgraded to the beginner level.

Han Xing was suddenly puzzled, he looked at the message bar and realized that almost every time he slashed an enemy, he would bring 1 melee proficiency. And his strength has also increased by 1 point, no wonder he feels that the armor is a lot easier to wear.

Seeing that the benefits in this training space were so great, Han Xing suddenly felt full of strength, and walked towards the blonde boy and the others who were chasing me in the distance.

Seeing the arrival of Han Xing, the killing god, the few "contestants" who chased and killed the blonde boy immediately turned around and ran, as if they were a group of maned dogs that saw lions.

However, one of the "maned dogs" seemed to be a little sluggish in his reaction, and was violently grabbed by Han Xing's shoulder, pushed to the ground, and went up with a sword.

Listening to the sound in his head: Your melee weapon proficiency has increased a little, Han Xing couldn't help but feel secretly proud of his beautiful blow.

The blonde boy stopped, bent his bow and arrows, ready to find Han Xing's flaws.

There was once a popular science about the power of the English longbow: "It can penetrate leather armor within 200 meters, and chain mail can penetrate within 150 meters. It is true that the English longbow can penetrate early plate armor within 100 meters, but although Han Sin's plate armor is bulky, ugly, and poorly presented, it is a real late future, and even the English longbow has to penetrate it within 20 meters. ”

If the blonde had read this popular science about the English longbow, he wouldn't have been stupid enough to try to find a flaw in the front of Han Xing's plate armor.

With a "whoosh", he shot an arrow that he was proud of, and looked at Han Xing expectantly, hoping to see that his arrow would have a miraculous effect.

Unfortunately, his weapon was just an ordinary short bow. In fact, if he wanted to properly shoot through Han Xing's plate armor, he would need at least an elven bow from The Lord of the Rings, which might be a bit of hope.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he shoots through Han Xing's plate armor, how much damage can he be given? At best, it's 20 points. If you want to shoot Han Xing, you need at least 5 or 6 arrows, and you have to ensure that the shot hits and penetrates, but Han Xing will not leave him enough time at all.

Therefore, his attempt was doomed to failure, and the arrow was eventually bounced off, only a white dot the size of a sesame seed on Han Xing's chest plate armor proved that it had come.

How miserable is an archer who gets close? It's about a fish that gets hooked, and 10 out of 8,9 it ends up being stewed into fish soup, or braised fish or something, but if it struggles desperately, there is a 20% chance that it can escape back into the water.

How miserable was the blonde kid who was close to Han Xing in plate armor? He was like a goldfish caught in a fishing net, and the dagger in his hand poked at Han Xing's armor, and a few pokes in a row did not leave a single scratch on the mirror-smooth armor.

He was ruthless, and he riveted his strength to launch the final blow, but the dagger rolled up the blade, you say it's infuriating!

Han Xing easily "walled" him in the corner, and the sword in his hand was aimed at his chest, making a smug "hehe" sound, but after the echo processing of this armor, it was like a demon's cruel smile.

He stabbed hard, and the lively, handsome, elf-like blonde boy was transformed into a steaming corpse.

This is definitely Han Xing's most chic moment in the arena, the highest point of his career, which can be called a god blocking and killing a god, and a Buddha blocking and killing a Buddha.

Because after a while, he found that there were a few more guys on the field who were as stubborn as him. What's worse is that as if they had made an appointment, they rushed straight at Han Xing.

A person in front of him is armed with a scimitar, dressed in a long chain mail with a piece of ornament, and a cone-topped helmet with metal visor with a strong style on his head, dressed as a Mamluk.

He was followed by a short sword, a tower shield in his right hand, dressed in Mediterranean-style half-armor, and a brass helmet on his head decorated with red feathers, dressed as an ancient Greek fighter.

In the distance, a person is holding a longbow, wearing a green leather chain mixed armor, a chain mail hood on his head, and a bow and arrows, dressed as a ranger.

At first, Han Xing didn't feel anything, but it wasn't until after fighting them that Han Xing suddenly felt that their path was a little familiar.

Na Mamluk blindly attacked, Han Xing tried to block, but was shocked to the point that his hands were numb, and he secretly screamed badly, and it was rare to find a chance to counterattack with a sword, but he could only pierce the metal piece on the surface and be scratched, even if he was lucky to pierce it, the damage caused could only be regarded as a drizzle.

A Mamluk is enough for Han Xing to have a headache, and there is also a Greek fighter, the two of them work together, and Han Xing has a rare chance to fight back, even if there is, it is blocked by the tower shield, and Han Xing and the two are in a stalemate.

As if hearing Han Xing's previous smug words, the blonde ranger really had a two-meter long bow that could shoot through plate armor, although it was only 20 damage points at a time, but it was even worse for Han Xing, who was already in a hurry.

Soon Han Xing lost his space to move, and was slapped to the ground by the handle of a Mamluk knife, his heavy armor making him look like a turtle that had flipped over its shell, unable to get up on his own strength.

After a few futile struggles, Han Xing had no choice but to lie down obediently and wait for his fate.

"Shame! It was actually beaten like this by the computer, but fortunately it didn't hurt, it was just a matter of going back and starting over. Han Xing sighed and stopped "fluttering" as he spoke.

But the strange thing is that the two did not continue to start, but waited silently, and the blonde ranger not far away was walking briskly.

Looking at this blonde ranger, Han Xing became more and more familiar with it, isn't this the blonde kid who was "walled" by him before?

The three of them got together and discussed fiercely in a babbling language, which made Han Xing's heart furious, but he was not on the same channel at all, and he couldn't understand anything. Seeing them roar for a while, pointing at themselves, and making a slashing posture, Han Xing's heart tightened.

They really can't hurt themselves, but if they besiege and kill them when they see them, the many benefits of this training space will have nothing to do with Han Xing, and he suddenly felt reluctant when he tasted the sweetness.

Fortunately, after a while, the blonde ranger approached and said to Han Xing, who was knocked to the ground: "We have to talk!" He said in English. Han Xing was shocked, he was really a living person.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Sir Richard Hansen, an Englishman, who now serves in the Longbow Brigade of the Duke of Wessex, England. I'm good at using bows and arrows and stealth skills. He stroked his hair.

"This is Ali, a Mamluk cavalryman of the Sultanate, skilled in horsemanship and two-handed weapons, known for his strength." He pointed to the black man in the long chain mail with a metal helmet and a visor, and as he spoke, the black man unmasked and revealed his true face.

"This is a Greek, named Dionysius, because of his belief in *** religion, he is also currently affiliated with the Sultanate, and he and Ali are good friends." He pointed to the brown-haired beard of a Greek fighter with a red-feathered brass helmet.

"May I ask who you are?" As he spoke, Sir Hansen motioned for the two to help pull Han Xing up.

Han Xing finally staggered to his feet with the help of the two.

"I am a knight of the Holy Roman Empire, Sir Hanschel Segard." Han Xing also took off his helmet and spoke openly and honestly.

He didn't doubt the intentions of these people, after all, the training space would be fine if it died, let alone feel pain.

"You seem to be from the East, huh? How did you come to the West? As if sensing that his problem was a bit presumptuous, Sir Hansen touched his nose with some embarrassment.

"I'm indeed from the Celestial Empire, because I'm in trouble, so..."

"In that case, we don't care about you cutting off my leg." Dionysius suddenly said in Chinese, and stepped forward to pat Han Xing's shoulder cordially.

Hearing the long-lost native language, Han Xing suddenly felt more cordial, and after a careful exchange with the two, he realized that they were both "international friends" and were very interested in the culture of the Celestial Empire. said that as long as Han Xing was willing to share the customs of the Celestial Empire with them, they were willing to make him a friend.

Han Xing suddenly burst into tears, what else could he say? "Great! My country! ”

Soon after learning that Han Xing had just entered the space, they forgave Han Xing's "cheating" behavior, it turned out that it was customary not to wear armor in the training space, and Han Xing's behavior undoubtedly broke the rules, which caused them to join forces to besiege and kill.

They even said that they could teach Han Xing their own specialties, equestrianism, shield defense, and swordsmanship, which was exactly what Han Xing needed most, and Han Xing was overjoyed!

Seeing Han Xing and the two chatting hotly in "strange language", Sir Hansen tried hard to join in, but he couldn't understand anything, and this time it was his turn to feel the helplessness of not being on the same channel.

He still stubbornly said in English, "What are you talking about? The three of them looked back at him in unison, and then they turned back to chatting passionately, and he was completely ignored!

Sir Hansen, knowing that he was powerless to interject, looked up at the blue sky at 45 degrees, and lamented his shoulder-length hair, his face full of melancholy.

If there were women around him who saw this handsome and dashing, melancholy Sir Hansen would definitely make him so fascinated that he couldn't find the north, but the three big men around him couldn't appreciate his beauty at all, so he had to sigh alone and sigh "Lonely Fang self-appreciation"!