Heritage foundry

Chapter 94

On the arena, Al-Lionheart's blond hair was scattered, and the messy hair was stuck to his forehead and face with sweat, and the bean-sized beads of sweat were left along the hair.

With a secret silver body and golden hair, Al-Lionheart's straight knife blade, with a dark copper luster flowing, continuously cuts out a series of knife lights in mid-air, and the sound of the knife is loud.

Ninger-Yingyang had a leisurely attitude, with one hand behind his back and a sword in his right hand. The sword light flickered and collided with the dark copper-colored knife light. Almost every time the sword hit, Al-Lionheart would stagger back.

The practice and inheritance of Grand Duke Yingyang was originally the way of suppressing one side with a single sword, while the line of Grand Duke Lion Heart followed the direction of fighting with great force and vigor, fighting to the death among thousands of armies.

Fighting alone, even with the same level of life, Al-Lionheart will not be the opponent of Ninger-Yingyang. Not as good as Al Lionheart.

It's a pity that this is an arena, a place where personal bravery is displayed. Al-Lionheart can persist until this time undefeated by relying on the brave gull sword in his hand.

But with the mithril life against the adamantine life, even if Ninger Yingyang had no killing intent, El Lionheart was exhausted.

Panting heavily, the roar of the lion reverberating in his blood became weaker and weaker, but Al-Lionheart's silver eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhou Mo stood on a high place, watching the situation in the arena from the gap between the members of the Wild Boar Gang.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Al-Lionheart was about to lose, or, when he broke out of his cocoon and became a butterfly, his life changed.

Al-Lionheart was the one who impressed Zhou Mo the most among the many people he met after he came to this world.

In the hometown of Zhou Mo, this kind of person is called a gentleman of sincerity, who must be faithful in his words, resolute in his deeds, and thinks kindness and benevolence.

This kind of person, Zhou Mo has always respected.

The secret silver radiance in Al-Lionheart's eyes became brighter and brighter. Seeing this, Ninger Yingyang's golden eyes flashed with excitement. , the sword slashed at the vital points of Al-Lionheart's body, and it turned out that there were frequent killing moves.

In the stands, Denge Yingyang frowned slightly. What kind of madness is this third child? If Al Lionheart dies here, what awaits him will not be as simple as a walk in the wilderness .

Hogg Yingyang, who hadn't been seen for a long time, was also in this box, his face was still calm, watching the confrontation below, a smile of appreciation was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

Naris Yingyang was sitting beside Denge, holding her husband's arm with one hand, and caressing her lower abdomen with the other. Her beautiful face was neither happy nor sad, as if everything off the court had nothing to do with her.

"Hogg, tell the priests to be ready to save Al-Lionheart at any time. Although I don't know why this golden lion cub suddenly appeared here and stood up for that Zhou Mo, he must not be caught by Ying Yang again. something happened."

Hogg-Yingyang frowned slightly, and a trace of disapproval flashed in his eyes, but he still got up and left the box, following Denge-Yingyang's instructions.

On the other side of the stand, Ruiwen Nalong's green eyes were deep, looking at Al Lionheart's somewhat embarrassed figure, his face was thoughtful.

"Zhou Mo is gone?"

Qian Shu gave a slight salute, and then replied carefully:
"Your Highness, Your Excellency Zhou Mo took a fat man out of the big arena together. Our people searched for those things inside and outside Yingyang City. When we received the news, the two of them had disappeared in the city."

The green eyes drooped slightly, and Ruiwen Nalong always felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she didn't know where the uneasiness came from, so she said a little irritably:
"Qianshu, I thought you didn't want to get close to Zhou Mo before, and thought you didn't like him, but looking at him today, you still have a good impression of Zhou Mo."

The voice was flat, clear and pleasant, but when it stopped in Qian Shu's ears, she couldn't help but think of Chen Yang's fate, her whole body trembled slightly, and she saluted:
"Your Highness, Qianshu is only following your instructions, and dare not go beyond the slightest."

Bi-color eyes turned, and Qianshu, with her head down, stayed on Qianshu for a few breaths before moving away.

Qianshu's back was dripping with fine fragrance of sweat, but she didn't even dare to take a big breath.

"Ugh!"

Ruiwen-Naron sighed and said:

"There are very few talents in the world. Zhou Mo started from the grass, but he is a rare talent. It's a pity that he can't control his greed."

As soon as the words fell, Ruiwen Nalong's green eyes flickered.

In the arena, Al-Lionheart was finally exhausted. After the straight knife in his hand blocked Ninger-Yingyang's sword light again, he flew upside down, half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on the straight knife, bowing his head and panting heavily. .

Ninger-Yingyang did not show any signs of stopping at all, the sword in his hand flashed like a fright in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it had already pierced Al Lionheart's left chest.

"stop!"

"No!"

"Bullshit!"

"Ninger!"

……

In an instant, the hearts of everyone on the stands on both sides froze, and shouts with different contents but the same meaning came out at the same time.

Even Zhou Mo raised his footsteps slightly, and was about to start.

After this moment, with blond hair flying, Al-Lionheart suddenly raised his head, and the moment he raised his head, it seemed that a male lion really roared, overwhelming all voices.

In the mithril eyes, a little golden light lit up, and after a moment, Al-Lionheart's whole body turned into pure gold, and with a head of golden hair, the whole person really looked like a golden lion king with a mane, ruling the wilderness.

The lion's roar roared, echoing throughout the arena, Al-Lionheart's straight knife was like lightning, drawing a dark copper-colored streamer in the air.

From top to bottom, the slashing sword hit Ninge Yingyang's startling sword light.

The atmosphere was slightly stagnant, and the next moment, the Jinghong sword light shattered, Deng Ge Yingyang staggered back three steps, his face was not surprised but happy, and his eyes were full of fanatical excitement.

"Okay, okay, this is fair, this is happy."

"Come, come, come, this battle is fierce, come and fight again!"

Al-Lionheart broke through to the life of pure gold, and his fluttering blond hair fell back to his shoulders, but he didn't accept the invitation to fight again, and his body returned to its normal color instead.

In the stands, Zhou Mo smiled, his figure flashed out, and the long knife in his hand turned into a white rainbow.

The Black Star Gold Box, which was neatly arranged in the last row by the members of the Wild Boar Gang, was picked up by Zhou Mo almost at the same instant, and flew over the center of the arena like shooting stars.

At this time, on the black star gold box, knife marks appeared one after another.

The black star gold was destroyed, and the dimensional space contained in it was broken.

Over the Yingyang City Grand Arena, the golden light of the 88 regiments exploded almost at the same time, dazzling the entire sky in an instant.

At a height of more than 50 meters, the wealth accumulated by hundreds of military meritorious servicemen fell from the sky.

Countless gold coins, like gold tickets scattered by snowflakes, all kinds of precious antiques, treasures, and even various knight armors and soldiers...

Ninge-Yingyang raised his head the moment the black star iron box burst, and then the famous swordsman in the imperial capital, his right hand that should have been rock-solid, unconsciously let go, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Al-Lionheart was smiling, with his hands spread out, his azure blue eyes were extremely quiet, he closed them slightly, and let countless gold coins and treasures fall on his body that had turned into pure gold, sparks flew everywhere...

Denge-Ying raised his brows with a gleam of light, covering up the panic and bewilderment in his eyes.

Naris Yingyang was even more cramped at this moment. It seemed that the baby in the womb seemed to crawl out anxiously to see the spectacular scene of golden rain all over the sky.

And Ruiwen Nalong, sitting on the soft chair, was instantly turned into fly ash by the elven fire escaping from her whole body, and her whole body was actually suspended in mid-air, her green eyes were in a daze.

Countless treasures fell at the same time, and for a moment, there seemed to be a golden waterfall in the center of the arena.

Zhou Mo admired it quietly for a moment, the corners of his mouth, eyebrows, and eyes filled with a sense of joy.

Kicking the fat man awake, Zhou Mo walked quietly along the passage he came from.

On the empty street, Zhou Mo walked alone, with a scimitar at his waist like a rainbow, and his eyes were open and clear.

Ever since he had self-awareness, Zhou Mo's mind has never been more comfortable and open, and the countless places of depression and meditation in his mind are transformed into a hearty sip of hot wine at this moment, and they are integrated.

Conspiracies, calculations, emotions, scouting double swordsmanship, army-breaking tactics... Deadly swords, all kinds of countless thoughts are connected in Zhou Mo's mind.

In the end, everything turned into an exquisite little thought.

Zhou Mo swung his knife, and the light of the knife shone brightly. On this deserted street, he was very high-spirited.

　Thank you Benxi for looking at the big reward!
　　Thanks to the living thief for the big reward!
　　Thank you for the big reward for lying comfortably!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)