Ride and Cut

"But why are these boots so heavy?" Some people were still dissatisfied and continued to ask.

　　 "There is only a steel plate inside, you can cut it open if you don't believe it." Richard's face was calm.

　　 The rule is that no magic equipment can be used, and he is really useless. This pair of boots with steel plates are just matching their own abilities, and they have nothing to do with fouls, so Lord Lord has a clear conscience.

　　 The reason for the rhetoric is just because of the idea of ​​concealing one's own ability, which is beyond reproach.

　　——As for whether it will lead people into the gutter and will not be able to climb out for a lifetime, that is another matter and is not within the scope of discussion.

　　 "Is this okay?" Gerald was desperate.

　　 "Want to learn? Two hundred gold coins are not the same price, and education is not included." Richard winked his eyes.

"It seems that there is no controversy. In the second game, the victory still belongs to Pompeii." Belluni said, "Pompeii still has three duel players, and San Jose has only the last one left. It seems that the result will be soon. It's clear."

　　 "Is it still necessary to fight? Or can you still find the third dragon knight?" Lord Lord

This is just a ridicule-there will be a backup of Gerald in the envoy of a dragon rider, Prince Abel, who is already burning incense, shit, and smoke from the ancestral grave. How can I expect it? Over and over again?

　　 Dragon Knight is not a Chinese cabbage after all, there is as much as you want.

　　 There was a long silence to greet him.

　　 The third duel player is Amos. As a member of the San Jose Royal Guard "Swan Guard", he is also a top player in the envoy.

　　 But the gap between him and any dragon knight is so big that it is impossible to win the monster that has defeated two dragon knights in a row.

　　 There is no shortage of smart people among the envoys of San Jose. How can they not know that the win is very small at this moment, but it is also an embarrassing humiliation to ask them to voluntarily surrender.

　　 Amos took the initiative to stand up.

　　 He is long and radiant, wearing light blue armor, his face hidden under the helmet, and his face is indistinguishable. On his breastplate is depicted a white bird with wings spreading out, "Swan Guardian, Amos, please advise."

　　 "You can't beat me."

　　 The common people say this, which is synonymous with arrogance and arrogance, and should be severely condemned.

　　 But the shadow of the famous tree of man came out from the mouth of the lord of the mountain fort, especially there are two dragon riders as a fresh background board, no one will feel that there is anything wrong.

　　 Because this is a fact that everyone subconsciously recognizes.

　　 "I know." Amos's eyes were as calm as the water of a lake. Under this calmness, there is an extraordinary perseverance hidden, "But the Swan Guardian is only the dead in battle, and no one surrenders."

　　 "Lord of Alpine Fortress, Richard." Regardless of the level, the lord always has three points of appreciation for this kind of real hard bones, "As long as you can resist a punch, I will give up."

"Start!"

　　 The powerful force erupted from both legs instantly stomped the granite ground into a circle of cracks. Richard's whole person has already pulled out the afterimage, like a mountain falling head-on, and the pressure of the oncoming wind almost suffocated Ramos.

　　 One punched, and one crossed his arms to try to block.

　　 is completely unilaterally crushed!

　　 This punch smashed the arms that crossed the block, and the two arms that were under tremendous force hit the chest uncontrollably, perhaps breaking a few ribs. Pushing the whole person like a kite out of control, rolling backwards endlessly, until a dozen yards away, it could not stop!

　　 There was a sound of inverted air-conditioning all around, and the visual impact of this pure power was also too shocking.

　　 "It's over." Richard shrugged, "Pastor, save people."

　　 He has left his hand for this punch, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

"Not yet……"

　　 Richard turned his head back abruptly, looking at the man who was dangling to his feet, "Is it worth it? You don't have a chance. A good soldier should know how to advance and retreat."

　　 "Swan guard, never surrendered!" Ramos straightened his spine inch by inch, his helmet rolled up to nowhere, his face was covered with blood, "I still have legs, I haven't lost yet."

　　 "It's kind." Richard grinned suddenly, showing two rows of white teeth. "I said that as long as you can resist a punch, you will win."

　　 Since the defeat of Abel, the Pompeii envoy has plunged into a sea of ​​joy in advance.

　　 They drank good wine and toasted each other. The huge gains make people who are usually calm, can't help but smile.

　　 There is almost no need to watch the last duel, the victory has been secured, and there can be no accidents at all.

　　 Then Richard came back.

　　 "Let's cheer for the hero who has won three consecutive victories!" A wine glass was involuntarily stuffed into the hands of the lord, surrounded by raw or familiar faces, all smiling.

　　 "I surrendered, and quickly send another person." Richard took the glass and drained it.

　　 The surrounding area became quiet for an instant, and everyone wondered if there was a problem with their ears.

　　 "Is the third duel of San Jose also a master?"

　　 This most direct thought makes them feel terrible. Why do the people of San Jose equip the embassy with such luxurious force? What do they want to do?

"No, now you can send a sweeper to put him down." Lord Lord shrugged, very casual ~www.readwn.com~Prince Schmidt's heart hasn't been relaxed for a long time, and he is tightened again: "That is why ah?"

　　 "Seeing that he is a good guy, just give one point."

　　 For this extremely nonsensical reason, Prince Schmidt and Bishop Paul can only look at each other.

　　 Bishop Paul sighed, "Incurable personal heroism and romance."

　　…………

　　 "Later." At the mountain fort a month and a half later, Buckland asked with concern while eating melon seeds.

"Afterwards, of course I won. You don't really think that Amos can make a comeback." Richard rolled his eyes, "His injury can't be healed even if he uses magic skills for a while. We can And the Griffin Rider."

　　 "Oh, that's true."

"Okay, I know the old man you are going to talk about me again." Richard saw Buckland sinking into thought and got a headache. He quickly said to himself before he started nagging, "I understand that the most sensible way is definitely to attack me. Down with the opponent and win the victory steadily, without creating any moths."

　　 "However, the winning was a bit swollen at the time, so I just took it casually." Lord Lord's hands were paralyzed.

"No, I really have to say that this approach is actually quite clever." The old white tiger said slowly while pondering: "The more casual and personally colored the practice, the more people talk about it when it spreads, and it will definitely give it to others. You bring more fame."

　　 "Hey, I haven't thought about that much." Lord Lord was a little embarrassed to be praised, "I just saw him pleasing to the eye, and I felt that he would definitely win anyway, so I would give him a good deal."

　　 "Okay, you are a bit heroic now."