Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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"What's all the fuss about, I've been here long enough." The old Sword Saint drank the wine in his hand.

"In a blink of an eye, there is a period of about 10 years, and it's almost time to wander to the next place."

Corleone feels very sorry, is it necessary to say goodbye to the master who has been with him for more than half a year?

At present, his system does not include other skills related to Slaughter Blade, and he can only learn new skills by upgrading his professional level.

"Don't pretend to me, don't you just be afraid that no one will teach you after I leave? Don't worry, I'm already prepared."

"Here, take it, all the content of our Piety School is in it. As your spiritual power gets stronger, you can learn more moves."

The old Juggernaut did not know where he took out an iron sign with a few weird words and two "four-legged basilisks" with round beads and antlers.

"As long as you put the sign in the water, it will recharge by itself, and there will be a chance to turn it on once a day. You can get all kinds of knowledge by sticking the sign on your head."

"But you won't have the chance to touch the Secret Realm of Hundred Paths Trials. I have to take that thing away."

Corleone took the iron sign and found that the weight in his hand was almost nothing, but it was very strong.

Then Corleone said with emotion: "Oh, so you must go, Master, I hope you can have a safe journey."

"Hahaha, you don't have to worry about me, but take care of your own affairs. I think you have been planning for a long time."

"That also means that if you can join in, we will definitely be able to escape from this city smoothly."

The old Juggernaut put down the wine glass: "Okay, don't say anything more, you kid, I only follow my inner commandments, and my life is what I want."

"As for you and your gang, then ask for more blessings. I will leave after drinking this glass of wine."

"Anyway, I want to thank you for your teachings, Master!"

After speaking, Corleone poured wine for the old swordsman, and the two respected each other a glass, and said goodbye to each other in laughter.

After a while, a black ink mist appeared in the entire cell, and then the figure of the old sword saint gradually dissipated, and the black mist merged with each other.

Before he left, he was still singing strange poems. Corleone didn't understand a word of the lyrics, but he could hear endless heroism from the melody:

"Nine-night dragon chants are shaking the sky, and the wind and clouds will swim in shallow water.

How can we be a thing in the pool? (1

"Hahahahaha, go to rest, go to rest!"

After the disappearance of the old sword master, the entire arena was originally sunny but there was a sudden gust of wind, and then there was a pouring rain, and in the depths of the clouds there was some kind of behemoth flying across the sky, and it only revealed a half of its claws. . .

The heavy rain also caused the game to be temporarily delayed for a while.

The game will not continue until the weather is restored again, and the two teams that will play are Corleone's [Black Fangs] Beasts and the two-headed horned Pterosaurs.

When the guards went to the cell to take Corleone out, one of the young guards found that the old slave was missing. He wanted to report the news, but was stopped by the old guard beside him.

Seeing Corleone's ghostly gaze, the old guard quickly covered the young guard's mouth, and sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Gebica, just treat that old man dead, it's better to do more than less!"

"Uh... Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Okay, let him go, I believe this dedicated guard will not talk nonsense everywhere, right?"

The black mist radiated from Corleone's body, and the shocking aura was like hundreds of pythons covering the young guard, who was already scared to speak.

Then Corleone patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the arena with ease.

At this time, his teammates also came to the iron gate of the entrance. They were the female barbarian Red Owl and White Owl, who were constructed as knight Lancelot, "Big Fatty" heavy hammer warrior, and "Empty Beast" double-sword mercenary. .

What's interesting is that this double-sword male mercenary called the "empty beast" is not a slave, but a free man. He just admired Corleone's strength and performance, so he chose to join his team.

"Head, here you are!" The empty beast looked very young, two years younger than Corleone, and Corleone was 19 years old this year.

"Get ready, I will tackle one of the monsters first, and you will entangle the other. Remember not to be impulsive."

"Understood." The remaining four people all replied.

Corleone took another look at the Constructor, and then he was ready to play.

As for the core of the construction knight, it is still continuing to calculate:

"#Command: Plan A is being executed: Infiltrate the organism to resist the organization and escape the predicament of being imprisoned."

"#Recommendation: Take the initiative to contact the leader of the resistance organization, the organism reinforcement person-Mike Corleone, and adopt a simulated context T-2."

The construct knight suddenly said, "Dear Corleone, I will continue to fight with you. Of course, I hope to get an equivalent reward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"For example, to participate in a secret plan of group collaboration."

For this construct, Corleone has always maintained a vigilant attitude: "I don't know what you are talking about, we will play when we are ready."

"#Command: Load simulation context T-1."

The construct knight took a big step forward, intending to approach Corleone's body, but was stopped by the big sword: "Strengthen humans, don't be ignorant of exaltation, if I report your behavior, I guess you won't feel good, right? "

"If you accept the cooperation between us, after the end, I will choose to leave directly and temporarily terminate the large-scale annihilation of all organisms."

"How, accept it?" The construct knight stretched out a hand.

Corleone looked at the two red lights emerging from the constructed knight's helmet, and thought helplessly: "Oh, troublesome tin shell, forget it, I will agree to it for the time being."

"I can let you participate, but—if you talk to me with this attitude next time, I will smash your armor and see what stuff is inside."

"#Recommendation: Reduce the hostility of strengthening people, switch the simulated context..."

So the construction knight whispered: "Hmm, dear sweetheart, people will listen to you in the future!"

"#Warning: Loading the wrong database! The data comes from the ancient literature "Lolita"."

"#Command: Reload... No response!"

Corleone's forehead pierced into blue veins: "... If you speak in this tone again, I will kill you."

"I hate it, brother Corleone is good or bad."

"roll!!"

Just as their team was about to enter the arena, an accident happened.

(1) Selected from Huang Yi's novel "The Wind and Cloud"