"Tiger Hard Climb"

With a loud shout, a powerful move came out.

Zhao Zhenghong rushed out with a punch, knocking the big man back a few steps, and at the same time followed up with a kick in his right leg, kicking his small/leg that was not wrapped in iron armor, and his right hand was bent.

Oh!

Seeing this opportunity, Zhao Zhenghong jumped high and bent his right hand to bend up, taking the elbow first, and hit the back of the big man's head with his elbow.

Bang!!!

Before he could make a sound, the big man had already fainted on the ground, and at the same time, Zhao Zhenghong held the fine tradition of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, his legs were closed, his small/legs were slightly bent, and he jumped high, condensed the weight of the whole person under his feet, and stepped directly on the head of the big man.

"Kill a member of the Crusader Miscellaneous and reward 5 contribution points."

Zhao Zhenghong stepped down from the big man's head, and suddenly remembered the prompt voice of the main god in his ears.

"Killing enemies in this world can still get contribution points?!"

Hearing the prompt, he was pleasantly surprised, but when he saw the European man on the ground who had lost his breath, he was momentarily discouraged: "Even a mere miscellaneous soldier has to use all my strength to win, not to mention other more advanced crusaders, it seems that it is the king to hide and wait for 3 hours to return directly to the main god space." ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenghong just wanted to leave the place and find a safe place to hide and wait for the time to return, but he didn't expect a roar full of anger to suddenly come from not far away.

"Another one!"

Zhao Zhenghong saw that less than 10 meters away from him, a tall man wearing heavy silver-white armor, an iron helmet on his head, and a cross emblem was rushing towards him with a huge broadsword.

"Damn, you're in iron armor, you're a cow." Zhao Zhenghong was shocked when he saw the strong man's whole tin can-like dress, and he turned around and wanted to run away.

"If you want to run, you heretic will die." The strong man saw that Zhao Zhenghong wanted to run away, and shouted angrily.

"Knight's Glory"

There was a loud shout, and then the face under the iron helmet suddenly turned red, and the speed of his whole person instantly increased several times, and he soon caught up with Zhao Zhenghong.

"So fast!"

Zhao Zhenghong was taken aback when he saw this, and just wanted to speed up, but the heavily armored warrior had already rushed behind him, and the broadsword in his hand had already been raised high.

"It's a death this time!"

He turned his head to look, his gaze was completely covered by the broadsword full of rage, and an invisible deterrent emanated from the broadsword, his whole body suddenly stiffened, the muscles of his body continued to tremble, and the whole person froze in place, facing the imminent attack.

"Move! Run! ”

Zhao Zhenghong kept shouting in his heart, but his body seemed to be frozen and motionless.

"Haha! You damned infidel. ”

"I, knightly squire of the knights of the Knights of Bynoon, Jean Arei now put you on trial for blasphemy against God, and the punishment is death, which will be carried out immediately."

The heavy-armored warrior did not immediately cut off the broadsword, but stood in front of Zhao Zhenghong with a serious expression, the broadsword was inserted on the ground, his right hand was clenched into a fist and placed horizontally on his chest, and he made a so-called judgment on him seriously, and then he pulled out the broadsword and raised it high, and now Zhao Zhenghong slashed it down.

"I'm really going to die this time, I don't know what it's like to die, will it hurt?"

Zhao Zhenghong watched the broadsword slash down, the blade was getting closer and closer, the fear that was originally full of heart suddenly disappeared, and his heart was still unprecedentedly peaceful, he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

锵~~~

"The third weight of the bell jar"

The next moment, the expected pain did not appear, and a low cheer suddenly appeared in his ears, and then a sound of gold and iron resonating appeared in his ears.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Zhenghong slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the cold broadsword blade was only less than two fists away from his forehead, and a thick/strong arm was lying horizontally above his forehead, blocking the fall of the blade.

The skin of that arm shone with a faint golden sheen, and the blade of the broadsword made direct contact with it, leaving only a long white mark on it.

"If you say you will judge, and if you say guilty, you will be guilty, then we are not very faceless."

A deep voice came from Zhao Zhenghong's side, and he turned his head to look in the direction where his arm was extended, and saw a fat man in a white sweater standing beside him and gritting his teeth.

"Hey, brother, if you don't take the opportunity to run, I won't last long."

The fat man saw Zhao Zhenghong looking at him in a daze, so he reminded him.

"Huh? Oh! Zhao Zhenghong saw that the fat man's face was flushed, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, knowing that he couldn't last long, so he immediately jumped back, walked quickly, and left the range of the heavy warrior's blade, but did not leave directly, but stood not far away, picked up the hammer of the miscellaneous soldier he had killed before, and watched him attack with a vigilant face.

The fat man saw that Zhao Zhenghong was out of danger, his heart was relieved, and then he let out a loud shout, and his arm instantly repelled the broadsword and the heavily armed warrior a few steps, and then retreated to Zhao Zhenghong's side at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his body.

"Brother, it's okay." The fat man and Zhao Zhenghong stood side by side, staring at the heavily armed soldier in front of him, and asked without turning his head.

"I'm fine, thank you, brother." Zhao Zhenghong glanced at him and responded gratefully.

Scold~~~

The fat man didn't answer, just chuckled.

"Be careful, brother, this guy is not ordinary, don't look at him as just a knight squire, but his strength is not far from becoming a full knight, but no matter how strong he is, he is only a knight squire, as long as he hasn't been 'baptized' to become an official knight for a day, we still have a chance, don't worry." The fat man pointed to the hoplite and said encouragingly.

"Then should I be scared now, or don't be afraid!" When Zhao Zhenghong heard this, he complained in his heart, but he didn't show any expression on his face.

"You two damned heretics, let me, the knightly squire of the knights of the Bynoun knights, the reserve knight Jean Arleigh, judge you and send you to hell."

The heavily armed warrior looked at the fat man and Zhao Zhenghong pointing at him, and his heart burst into anger.

"Knight's Radiance"

With a loud shout, a trace of white light emanated from his body, wrapped around the broadsword in his hand, raised the broadsword, and slashed down in the direction of the two of them.

"Half Moon Slash"

An arc-shaped sword light slashed out from the broadsword in his hand, splitting through all the obstacles in front of him and flying towards the fat man and Zhao Zhenghong.

"Damn, it's too late." The fat man looked at the huge sword light, and was shocked in his heart, and withdrew Zhao Zhenghong from the attack range of the sword light with one hand, and then gritted his teeth and carried it straight with his body.

"The third weight of the golden bell jar, full power! Ahhh ”

A hysterical cry came from the fat man's mouth, and his whole body shone with a thick golden light, and in a trance, a huge phantom of the golden bell appeared on him, enveloping him.

Boom~~~

The sword light collided directly with the fat man's body, emitting a huge roar.

The sound reached Zhao Zhenghong's ears, and he suddenly felt dizzy, and it took a moment to react.

When he came back to his senses and looked at where the fat man was, he saw that the fat man was kneeling on one knee, and the white sweater he was wearing had turned into a pile of rags, covered in scars, and a huge crack appeared in front of him.

"Phew, it seems like you're just that." The fat man looked at the heavily armed warrior, spat on blood, and said.

"Damn heretic, I'm going to send you to hell with my own hands."

When the heavily armored warrior heard this, he shouted violently, dragging his broadsword and rushing straight towards the fat man.

"Oops!" Seeing this, Zhao Zhenghong was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly rushed towards the heavily armed warrior, trying to thwart his attack.

"Huh! Lao Yang, if you don't make a move, I'm really going to hang here. The fat man saw the heavily armed warrior attacking him, and without the slightest worry on his face, he said softly.

"Well deserved."

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, and a silvery-white light crossed the heavy load's eyes.

"Swallow Shuttle"