Sending Totti to deal with Rossi is already a big face for Rossi. He had just been promoted to the Holy Power of the Bishop level, and he had learned a pure white sword that was barely an offensive divine art, but his combat ability was really too low.

Judging from the classification of the apostles in history, his current rank belongs to the kind that has just graduated, and he can go out to find a place in the countryside to stay, and only after learning the spear of victory can he talk about combat effectiveness.

But what no one expected was that Rosie's physical fitness was open. This also has something to do with the fact that he didn't reveal his strong personal qualities, no one paid attention to this, and if Tinho or Eusato knew that Rossi's personal qualities had also reached an inhuman situation, they would have replaced them with a very skilled dragon slaying knight.

But they didn't know, so Totti came.

Totti's body froze in place as he saw it, and Rossi knew that he had once again launched that attack so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. He had captured it once before, and it was not so difficult to capture it again, and it was under this tremendous pressure that he seemed to have broken through something.

This kind of thing is difficult to describe clearly in words, just like reading a book by yourself, there is a question written on the book, 1+1=?, if you haven't learned arithmetic, and you haven't been exposed to this kind of thing, you can't think of an answer if you want to break your head. But once you figure it out and figure it out, it means it's very simple.

Rossi closed his eyes, and all his senses quickly vanished, leaving only hearing.

The trembling air transmitted the sound into his ears, and the whole world was like a quiet lake, and the water surface not far away suddenly fluctuated violently, and it was clearly discerning. He turned his face slightly and jumped backwards slightly, narrowly avoiding Totti's attack. The hideous spikes on the head of the warhammer were less than ten centimeters away from his cheek, was it a coincidence? no, it was confident.

His whole body curled up like a spring, and the moment he landed, his legs kicked the ground violently, the ground shook slightly, and he shot out like a sharp arrow from the string, stepping on the war hammer that Totti had not had time to retract, and took a step forward along the handle of the hammer, and the pure white sword in his right hand cut out from the back to the front.

Totti's face sank when he was trampled on the weapon, and it was too late to use the weapon to block at this time. But he was not alarmed, and he lived almost on horseback after he was found to have no intellectual and physical defects since he was a child. The war horse is the knight's closest companion, and in battle, the war horse under his crotch is more like a part of his body. He fell backwards and clung to his horse's back, kicking Rossi with his feet.

The pedal is semi-enclosed, a bit like a slipper, with a two-inch copper nail at the front, which is also one of the very useful little tricks of the knights. Especially when the opponent is also a knight, the two sides fight together, and a kick when they are wrong can often play a decisive role.

Although the war horse is very human, it is not human after all, and the severe pain will make the horse panic, even the most elite war horse, in the face of sudden pain, there will be a short period of uncontrollable time.

The long sword in Rossi's hand reversed direction, changed from cutting to slashing, and fell with the trend. He fought the wound of being kicked and vowed to slash Totti by the sword.

Totti would definitely not fight with Rossi's life-for-injury style of play, and as soon as his feet were loosened, the whole person staggered and hung on the side of the saddle, and took out a dagger from a small pocket in the saddle and stabbed it at Rossi's armpit.

Rossi immediately withdrew her arm, stepped on the saddle that Totti had abandoned, rolled against the horse's body, and grabbed the horse's tail.

And then?

No more, he discovered the fatal flaw of the war horse.

In fact, you can't blame the designer of this Ma Kai, the more human the war horse, the higher the intelligence, the higher the intelligence, the more humane it is.

What's more, horses are very clean animals, and good horses cannot be raised in a dirty environment, especially war horses. War horses are very strict in breeding, and they require a lot of training, and they can only become an excellent war horse after they are all qualified, and Totti's mount is obviously such an excellent war horse.

In order to keep the horses from losing their strength during the protracted war, the knights often carried enough feed, which was extremely nutritious and easy to digest. During protracted battles or long runs, the knights would often feed their horses some food to restore their strength. But when eating, you always have to pull, and no matter how easy it is to digest, there must be a limit, so in the process of designing the horse, there will be a hole in the mouth under the horse's tail to facilitate the excretion of the horse.

Rosie was facing this opening at this moment, he grabbed the horse's tail, and the chrysanthemum of the war horse naturally had a normal physiological reaction, constantly contracting, and the chrysanthemum squirmed for a while.

This scene was disgusting, but Rossi was overjoyed.

In Totti's tearful gaze, he put the pure white sword in his hand into the warhorse's eyes and stirred it hard.

A thick stream of blood spurted out with dots of greenish-yellow stuff, and Rossi quickly rolled on the ground with his head down, and the war horse neighed and stood up, the sharp pain making it impossible for it to continue to keep calm, especially the wounded place. It ran like crazy, dragging Totti like crazy. The more it runs, the more blood spurts out of its eyes, and the more the wound is torn, and the more pain forces it to run harder.

"Rosie, I'm going to kill you!", Totti was able to roll over and sit in the saddle in the madness of the horse, and his knight could be seen.

But no matter how high his riding skills are, he is helpless in the face of such a situation.

Soon he sat down on the horse's nose, and blood began to foam from his mouth, which meant that the horse's body had hemorrhage, and the internal pressure was extremely increased, forcing the blood to flow back down the broken intestines and organs to the stomach and lungs, and then squeezed out through breathing.

Feeling the weakness of the war horse under his crotch, Totti's scarlet eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

War horses are like family to him.

Someone who has raised a puppy for three or four years will cry and die when he dies, just like a dead Lao Tzu, this war horse and Totti have lived together for seventeen years, and they have been inseparable from each other for seventeen years, and they even sleep together.

But now, it's dying.

The crazy gallop slowly stopped, and the warhorse's eyes also returned to clarity, and it cried, and the bean-sized tears crackled and fell, and Totti's heart was broken.

The war horse turned his head to look at Totti, stretched out his tongue and licked his outstretched hand, his eyes showing human feelings, which was a kind of reluctance, a kind of attachment, a kind of comfort. It shook its mane, and Totti immediately understood what it meant, and immediately rolled over and dismounted from his horse. Crying untied Makay and hugged its head tightly. The horse arched in his arms, sticking out its tongue and licking the salty tears from his cheeks.

Suddenly, the horse's limbs trembled, and it staggered and could no longer stand, and it slowly lowered its body, afraid of hurting Totti.

It shook its head and snorted, but it was not as loud and thick as it used to be, and the blood bubbles exploded from its nose and squirted onto Totti's face, where it was swept away by its tongue.

It had a humanized look of pain on its face, but its eyes were unusually gentle, and it stared at Totti, as if it wanted to keep its master firmly in the depths of its soul.

I don't know if at this moment, the picture of its childhood will come to its mind, when it was only less than a meter, and the owner tied a little boy of four or five years old to its body. It carried him on a rampage across the prairie, trying to throw the burden away.......

It opened its mouth and spurted a few mouthfuls of blood, unable to hold on to the strength of its neck any longer, and pressed all its weight on Totti's body.

Totti cried dead and alive, and for more than twenty years of closed life, this was his only companion, his family, his friend, everything in his life. Whether he is happy, sad, or sad, he will say to it, and it will stretch out its warm tongue to lick his hand, lick his face, comfort him, and encourage him.

However, all of this was buried with Rossi's stab.

It was really ruthless, almost ruining half of its internal organs, and being able to hold on to it until now can already show how strong it is.

Looking at his companion, who seemed to be more and more miserable and painful even gasping for breath, Totti's eyes were red, he looked up to the sky in pain, and roared and reached out to press the head of the war horse.

A flash of light burst out of the war horse's eyes, and it used all its strength to sweep away the tears on Totti's cheeks, and looked at Totti reluctantly.

Burst!

The horse trembled violently twice, and then calmed down.

Totti choked up and stood up, gasping for air, staring at Rossi with a presumptuous roar and venting his grief and anger.

Rosie spat out, and the white light condensed into a long sword in his hand.

Life and death matter.

Wealth in the sky!