"Don't be fine, don't be okay!" Whispering in his heart, Quintus Road walked from the door towards the side where the chariot drove out, passing by and seeing surprised people, Quintus didn't have time to explain so much to them, just walked towards his destination.

Looking at the chariot parked on the side, and the grid between the fence next to the chariot that was passing through this side, admiring the few people who were watching the battle in the middle of the battle, one couldn't help but regret: "It's a pity, when I fought with Quintus, how could I rush up so stupidly at that time, this is looking for death, I should use a spear to disrupt their formation first......"

"Disrupt the formation, and then storm them, right?" Answering his words, the other person said disdainfully: "Come on, your theory is useful against newcomers, if you want me to see these people, I can only attack around them quickly, and then watch them think that they have knocked us out of the chariot, we use our three people to attack together, so that we can catch them off guard." ”

Saying that, this person also seriously pointed to the people in the gladiatorial arena and said: "Do you see it, a few cowards over there have been scared so much that you don't need to think about it, as long as you kill the six people over there, you don't need to kill all of them, kill half of them, and the rest of them will be one by one, and then turn your head to do the already stupid cowards, and we will win!" ”

The words of the two made one of the people next to him nod and said yes, the charioteers who made up for the three of them, and the other three were considered five chariots to go up together and crush each other, after all, this time it was an exhibition match, if the effect of crushing could not be played, how could people look cool.

However, before the two tanks could be played, they were stopped by the fake Quintus, saying that they would use three tanks to show the audience what the extreme crushing was. It turned out to be like this now, which no one expected.

"What about the other chariot and the people on it?" After hearing the conversation of the three of them and looking at the field, because of the clouds, what I saw from here was not the dazzling sunshine of the past, but clearly saw that there were six people in total, and they were confronting Kunstak, so Quintus asked, "And what about the other charioters?" ”

"Then who knows, it is estimated that they went to bet, and those people didn't believe that it was Quintus who won in the end, and they wanted to bet on the slave to win." As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that the voice of the person who had just asked him was very wrong, so after turning his head, the man's eyes widened, and he shouted: "My sun god, brothers, look who this is!" ”

"The sun god is above, it's Quintus!"

The surprise of several people did not last long, because based on the conversation between these people and the situation on the field just now, Quintus saw that his brother's side was more than fifty percent dangerous, so he didn't want his brother to suffer, so after those gambling people returned, Quintus sorted out a whole five chariots, and stood on one chariot first.

"Open the door and let them see what the real king of chariots is!"

If Quintus wants to save his younger brother, he can only pull as many people in as he can, not that Quintus alone thinks that he can't save people, but if there are more people, the punishment he will receive in the future will be smaller.

It's just that it's impossible for Quintus to rush in just when he saw his younger brother and Fang Zheng start to confront him, after all, it's an exhibition match, and if his rampant behavior shows that the idea of saving people is too obvious, then he will definitely be punished.

So although the scheming Quintus saw his younger brother unlucky, he could only prepare step by step for the sake of his Roman face.

And just after the dark clouds in the sky, the muffled thunder seemed to be the bell for the start of the fight in the boxing ring.

"Click" A lightning bolt struck, and Fang Zheng and the people around him suddenly moved.

"Oh, shit!" Although frightened by the sound of lightning, Kunstak seemed to be born to fight, and in such a short period of time, all the tactics he had learned and the way to fight on the chariot were all used by Kunstak.

It's just that Kunstak reacted quickly at this time, but the horse that Kunstak sat down was frightened by the thunder, especially the thunder just above his head, as if the god was roaring here, so that the spiritual war horse began to want to break free from the reins and escape.

So at this time, Fang Zheng and the soldiers around him took advantage of this opportunity to divide into two teams of three, and began to attack the chariot that stopped on both sides, and there was no way to continue to rush forward.

"Up!" Fang Zheng shouted, and the heat flow in his chest seemed to be energy, making Fang Zheng jump high.

"Kill!" Roared by Fang Zheng's loud shout, the brains of the five people who already had the will to die were even more shocked, and the defeat on the battlefield made them feel annoyed in their hearts, but at this time, it was an opportunity for them to wash away the shame of their defeat.

Have a good fight and give these Romans a little color!

Even if the ruthless few people are not strong, but after rushing up, three people attack one person, and this crazy ruthlessness makes the two people on both sides unable to parry for a while.

Fang Zheng stabbed the spear fiercely towards the scrambled Kunstak in front of him, there was no doubt that in Kunstak's heart, Fang Zheng's attack, which was definitely the biggest threat, must be the most important, so Kunstak had decided to kill Fang Zheng first to disrupt the army's heart.

So just like the charioteer on the chariot before, the trained Kunstak pulled the spear towards his side as soon as he used his strength, and the short sword in his right hand pointed at Fang Zheng, just like a slave who died just now, as long as Fang Zheng was hit, he would definitely hit him directly on this move because of inertia.

This is the experience summed up by the predecessors, and if you fight like this, you can kill 70% of the enemy who is weaker than you on the station.

But why did Fang Zheng see it. The slave who was the same as himself just now died like this, and he would attack like this?

Because Fang Zheng thought of this move that they had systematized to destroy Kunstark, since you want to pull me towards the tip of your sword, why can't I get you towards me?

"Lindsay, reins! Wolfgang, stab him! ”

Fang, who let go, jumped behind him, and Lindsay, who was still not dead, jumped onto his horse, and after a Gaul knocked the charioteer down, Wolfgang took the opportunity to stab Kunstak in the back.

"Die!"

"Be careful!"

Without looking at the shouts behind him and the reminder of a man who had no control over the reins, Kunstak had already been forced to follow Fang's plan and jump towards the side without a fence behind the chariot.

Through the corner of his eye, Kunstak saw the charioteer on the left who died with a slave, and after killing the two of them, he was finally blown from the chariot by a small whirlwind like evil magic to the square chopping wind, and the charioteer was slashed to death.

From three chariots with great superiority facing thirty slaves who were not united and fearful, to now only one person left, facing three slaves who still have fighting spirit here, plus the four slaves left behind him because he disdains to kill, even if Kunstak is psychologically good, it is only the first time to face these young people.

Frightened, even though he knew that he couldn't be afraid at this time, the irrepressible feeling made Kunstak's hands tremble. In his heart, he regretted that he was crazy for wanting to get drunk and fight for his brother, this kind of place was not at all different from what he imagined.

"Duel!" But at this moment, I don't know who shouted, so the people in the entire arena suddenly shouted together.

"Duel!" Although the chaotic voices sounded indistinct, when one loud voice after another synchronized the small voices around them, thousands of voices with the same meaning began to shout a sentence at the same time.

"Duel!"

Tens of thousands, most likely, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people shouted this sentence at the same time, and the sound was no longer a wave, but a tsunami!

"What do you mean?" Glancing at the people around him, Fang Zheng had already thought of an idea that although he didn't care, it was very likely that he had to do what these people said.

"I've heard that victory or defeat in the gladiatorial arena is not static, and it is very possible for one person to rebel against the other, and it is possible for one person to rebel again......

"Getting to the point." Interrupting Lindsay, who wanted to speak at length, Fang Zheng asked.

"To put it simply, if the battle is exciting, people will spontaneously let the side that is about to win, and the loser choose one or several people to duel, of course, it will be the same when the battle is evenly matched, through the duel, to determine who the winner of this time is."

Hearing Lindsay's words, Fang Zheng secretly scolded badly, because judging from the battle just now, Fang Zheng's street hooligan style of play was not the opponent of this group of practitioners at all, unless the instinctive fighting technique could always appear.

However, Fang Zheng is not a person who is not straightforward, listening to so many people roaring loudly, wanting to see himself duel with the other party's more powerful person, even if most of the skills and items cannot be used, isn't it a duel, it's a big deal to summon a female general!

Unconsciously, the crowd in the arena can affect the call of the masses who win or lose, and it has completely affected Founder.

"Get out of the way, this one, let me duel!"

The audience cheered enthusiastically as Lindsay and Wolfgang retreated, making way for the squares and the trembling Kunstak.

"Quintus!" The people who supported Quintus shouted loudly, and the people who didn't know that Quintus was his brother shouted loudly in support of the winner in their hearts.

"Miracle Child!" And the people who support Fangzheng, because of the initial mistake of Fangzheng, plus for thousands of years, this is the first time in a duel, when the black iron level people are fighting, the sky begins to drift clouds, so people put such a cool-sounding name on Fangzheng.

The two voices of harmony seem to collide with each other, making the audience feel as if they are involved, as if whoever shouts louder will win in the end.

Unconsciously, Fang Zheng has begun to enjoy this feeling of being in the limelight, and as if he is full of strength, Fang Zheng, who is standing with a sword, feels that he will not lose!

But suddenly, the sound of the hues gradually decreased, as the exit of the chariot opened, and then five chariots pulled by tall horses slowly drove out of it.

"It's just a few slaves, the farce, it's time to end!" With a wave of his hand, the charioteer on the chariot picked up the spear beside him and aimed it in the direction of Fang Zheng and the other slaves.