This group of tower men was naturally Luo Lan's plan, he had already been to the underground corner field before the school trip, and found a former opponent to hire him with a lot of money. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info doesn't know each other, if it weren't for his strength, these people wouldn't accept the invitation of ordinary people at all.

The eleven gladiatorial boxers all have strong physiques, not inferior to the assassin killers who have been trained hard, and all of them are about two meters tall and stand in all directions, plus the strange skeletons of the white soul flame land, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Do it!"

Hate Lone and the Light Monk glanced at each other, and at the same time whispered an order, although they did not have an advantage in numbers, but the two Dou Qi Masters and the Dark Mage were enough to outperform anyone present except the undead.

The female warrior Yi Mo Hong pulled out the well blade with a bang, and led the two assassins to stop a few boxing heroes, and with the advanced level of the third-order Dou Qi Master, she did not fall behind among several people.

The Bright Monk commanded the six instructors to fight with the king of boxing, even if he had the support of the Bright Fighting Element, he couldn't defeat the boxing king Atai for a while, and he could only take a tie, unable to get out of another battle circle.

Luo Lan jumped to the side of the guard who protected the young city lord Allen in two steps, and one hand had already activated the dark golden long sword, blocking the two demonic tentacles that the dark mage hated Lonely, in case he might launch the obsessed black magic at any time.

The battle was fierce on the flat ground in front of the carriage, and after a while, there was a rumbling in the gloomy night sky, thunder roared, and raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall.

The rain was rapid, and the war in everyone's eyes became more and more surging, and they all really fought, and the guards who were guarding the defensive formation were accidentally slashed by the sneak assassins, and the movements actually shook, and it didn't take long for them to fall to the ground, and at the same time, there were two boxing men with light knives in their throats, and their bodies slowly softened.

Their wounds were all blue and black, and blood was flowing like ink.

"Damn bastard, there's poison on the knife!"

The boxer Jia Wang picked up a big man, and when he saw his faint appearance, he immediately roared. Although there is no clear law in the kingdom of Ayalan, it is a common rule not to take the initiative to use poison in battle, but I didn't expect the opponent to be so unscrupulous in order to win.

Gladiatorial fighters are not good at using weapons, they only wear cloth clothes, and now they are much more cautious and cautious in their fighting style when they encounter a venomous enemy.

"Don't scruple and keep moving! They are already at the end of their crossbows, and they won't last long!" Hate Gu Xuan shouted at the boxers around him with a gloomy face: "You have been hired, why do you have no point in sending them to death! Now bring the wounded back and save them!"

This sentence of persuasion immediately made the boxer who was afraid of his companion have the idea of retreating, after all, his companion was injured, and no one wanted them to die in vain. After thinking about it for a while, several people in the underground gladiatorial arena couldn't help but be in a dilemma, and their movements became slow.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our reputation is not a land that we have escaped for!"

Hearing this, Atai, the king of fist fights, suddenly roared angrily, deafening, and the two wounds on his body that were attacked by the assassins also shed black blood, but he still stood like a mountain, but he became more and more courageous, and he dragged the head of the light monk alone.

"The Boss is right!"

King A let out a long roar, which caused the rest of the boxers to respond, and each of them eliminated their worries and fought together in the rain.

The dark mage hated Gu Shu and saw that the words were invalid, so he snorted coldly, and suddenly extended another demonic tentacle behind his body, which caught Luo Lan and the officer off guard, and quickly recited a spell in his mouth, and a black magic ball attacked towards Atai, the king of fist fights who was facing back.

The King of Fist Battles was concentrating on dealing with the Monk of Light, and he was always on guard against the assassins who attacked him, and he didn't notice the spell behind the attack, and if he was hit this time, he would immediately fall into a state of serious injury, and even if he had a trace of giant blood, it would be difficult to resist the erosion of the dark element.

However, Luo Landi's Heavenly Eye saw through the dark mage's movements in time, shook an idea, and suddenly two black shadows burst out of the carriage, and shattered it with a blow on the black magic ball.

The speed of the two black shadows surpassed that of ordinary people, like crossbows in the rain, passing through the crowd, and in an instant, three members of the Bright Sect were knocked to the ground.

After seeing the comer's blood-red pupils and purple sharp claws, the Light Monk couldn't help but scream: "Vampire, how could it be you!

The two vampires are none other than the handsome young Wen Gehua and the uncle of the Twilight family, and they don't answer, nodding at Luo Lan from afar, and besieging the female warrior Imohong.

The light monk's face was a little ugly, his detection of evil is a unique skill of the third-order Douqi Master of the Light Sect, he can detect all the dark creatures nearby, and he deliberately checked that there was no ambush before coming, and a few people dared to attack, but he didn't expect that this time the skill seemed to be out of order.

And Luo Lan, the initiator, naturally wouldn't explain that he was in the same car with the Twilight family, and covered the breath of the two with a mental mask, so that the light skill did not work.

With the addition of the two vampires who had completely transformed into the blood clan, the battle situation changed again, even though their individual strength was slightly weaker than that of the well blade Imohong, but with the assistance of the boxing man, it immediately put Imohong at a disadvantage and retreated.

One by one, the Assassins fell to the ground, and now there were only seven of the original six instructors and five Assassins left, and they were at a disadvantage, taking care of themselves, and there was no chance to sneak attack the Alan brothers and sisters in the array.

"Let's go! next time there is a chance, sooner or later kill them!",

"The glory of God will eventually cast out evil!"

In the fierce battle, Imohong, Hate Lonely and Monk Bright glanced at each other one after another, and at the same time shouted loudly, they actually wanted to evacuate instantly, they let their men temporarily resist the attack, and their bodies retreated violently, and it was difficult for even vampires to catch up if they really escaped, and they fought and left.

"There's no next chance!"

Luo Lan's pupils flashed with a cold glow, these three enemies are like cockroaches that can't be killed, with the help of the forces behind them, they can attack, retreat and defend, and launch murder plans again and again, as long as they are in one day, they will seem to be like a stab in the throat, and sooner or later, if one day they make a mistake, they will be attacked to death.

The three enemies rushed into the city, and as soon as they entered the city, they were safe again, and no one dared to openly violate the laws of the kingdom in public.

But in less than a moment, as Luo Lan's spirit fluctuated, a black spot appeared from the rain curtain of the official road in the distance, and a burst of intermittent old laughter came.

The body of the comer is rickety, the broken linen strip is wrapped in a gray robe and worn on the body, and the wrinkled hands are holding an ancient book, not dripping water, and the seal seems to be made of magic skin, not wood and not stone, and the inscription is very mysterious with the rotating pattern.

"Greasy Technique!"

The old woman flipped through a page of the magic scroll, and a puddle of shimmering oil suddenly appeared at the feet of the retreating enemies, and the muddy and slippery ground on a rainy day was even more unbearable, and opponents, including the Douqi Master and the Dark Mage, fell one after another, covered in mud and dirty.

"Damn it, who's that!" the three masters and the two surviving Assassin instructors roared and got up, eating mouthfuls of mud and spitting on the ground.

(To be continued.) )