I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the passage, Fang Sheng and Donald met. Fang Sheng, holding a knight's sword made of blood, was entangled with Donald, who was holding a black and red sword in both hands. Although Donald said he would knock himself out, Fang Sheng was not sure what would happen next, so he changed his previous tactics and waved the knight sword in his hand like crazy, trying his best to suppress Donald.

At first glance, it looked like Fang Sheng had the upper hand.

In the private room, Aldrich peeked at this scene. He was not an extraordinary person. Seeing Donald's blind defense, his little heart almost jumped into his throat.

Donald, come on! Aldrich cheered him up in his heart and apologized slightly to Donald. Because he ordered Donald to hold back, but the Aram knight opposite would not hold back and tried his best to kill Donald. Keeping one side at bay is a taboo in a life-and-death fight.

But there was no way... Aldrich lamented inwardly that smiling people like them were just a part of the big guys' plans, objects for their amusement. Thinking of this, Aldrich felt a little painful in his heart.

But... Aldrich never thought about it, if he was considered a nobody. So what kind of characters are the dead guards now lying in a pool of blood? They didn't even know anything, and they were killed by Fang Sheng.

Looking at the situation in the passage, Ulysses chuckled. He continued to stare at the scene where the magic props appeared, and asked: "Mr. Aldrich, who do you think will win? Is it your subordinate? Or that person?" Where are the knights of Aram?”

Aldrich's body trembled and his voice trembled as he said, "...I believe in my subordinate. He will fulfill your will brilliantly and bring this knight of Aram to you."

Hearing this reply, Ulysses did not reply. He rubbed the bright silver ring in his hand, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he didn't know what kind of emotions and thoughts were contained in his deep black eyes.

Aldrich, on the other hand, simply stood there, bowing his head slightly like a quail.

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In the passage, Donald remained silent after the battle began. Finally, after once again blocking the incoming soldiers from below, he praised: "Exquisite fighting instincts. It's hard to imagine that your moves are not disordered under the influence of blood. It's really impressive." I can’t believe you’re a knight of Aram.”

The next moment, Donald swung the epee with one hand and pushed away the knight's sword. The epee came down and struck Fang Sheng's head hard. If this move were successful, Fang Sheng would probably be split in half even if he wasn't wearing any armor.

After making the move, Donald regretted it. In the battle with this knight who was weaker than him and suffered quite a lot of injuries, his desire to win increased, and he had no intention of holding back on this move. I'm afraid...

It's time to plead guilty. Donald thought sadly.

The imagined feeling of cutting into the flesh was not reflected, but the vibration of the hand after chopping heavy objects was reflected. This feeling surprised Donald. He quickly retracted his two-handed sword, and saw that the bloody figure in front of him had a knight's sword in his right hand, and a bloody two-handed sword appeared in his left hand.

Can you create multiple weapons with blood? Donald was a little dazed. It was not like he had never suppressed gladiator riots, but there were not many guys like the knight in front of him who could use blood energy easily and shape two weapons at the same time.

Tsk tsk, this guy seems to have only fought five times in the gladiatorial arena. It seems that the big devil really likes this guy. At the same time, his IQ once again took hold of the high ground, and Donald relaxed his restrictions slightly while becoming more cautious.

For a gladiator who is so favored by the great demon, it is better to be careful. But the good news is that the great demon generally does not grant magic, and with such a blood-ridden look, he probably won't be able to use glorious magic, right?

"Attachment." Donald growled, and dots of red magic appeared on the big sword in both hands, and he quickly raised the big sword to block the attack from the soldiers again.

This time, Fang Sheng did not continue to exert pressure. He instantly retracted the knight's sword. The knife made of blood was instantly thrown out by him, and it was directly nailed to Donald's legs.

"Hiss~" Donald took a breath and wanted to retreat and deal with Fang Sheng, but Fang Sheng didn't dare to give him a chance. The moment he succeeded in the strange move, he had already pounced on him, his knight's sword like the wolf's antler. The teeth bit straight towards Donald's neck.

Fang Sheng, whose vision was already covered in scarlet, subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, trying to smile. But he suppressed it immediately. In this situation, if the desire to fight occupied the high ground of his mind, Fang Sheng would not dare to imagine the consequences for himself.

At the same time, the blood in his body was boiling. When he first started fighting, his body was still a little uncomfortable, but when the sound of gold and iron between swords gradually became louder, the internal injuries in his body instantly stopped hurting, and his condition was twice as good as before. . He knew very well that this was the effect of the great devil's blood, but in this situation, who could he rely on if he didn't rely on the great devil's blood?

Excessive use of brilliance and one's own strength will easily trigger the collar, and one has to rely on the blood that spreads in the air for safety and stability. He just wants to kill a few people from time to time to add to the fun.

I don't know if it's because his blood energy has affected his mood, but Fang Sheng's thinking has now become jumpy and straightforward. If he hadn't been able to hold on tight now, he might have said, "It has to be you, Big Brother Skull Master!" Guanghui is just for daily use. If you really want to fight, you have to be your second big brother.

Who is number one on the list, you ask? That must be Sister Guanghui.

"Cang!" The two weapons collided. Fang Sheng looked at the long knife in front of him and raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this guy had finally figured it out and was not going to fight him with the big sword.

From the beginning to now, this guy has been fighting him with a big sword. Although the passage is not small, it is difficult to use the big sword. Fang Sheng even wonders if there is something wrong with the guy in front of him.

However, even if you replace it with a long knife, what's the use? This is just an ordinary knife, how can it compare to my bloody blade? Fang Sheng was a little proud.

But the next moment, Donald took a few steps back and uttered two words very quickly: "Sturdy! Sharp!" The next moment, big red magic appeared on the long knife, and after a fleeting moment, even his vision was covered with a layer of blood red. Fang Sheng felt that this weapon was somewhat extraordinary.

Appeared, the exclusive magic of the Church of War, a fighting magic specially used to improve one's physical fitness and weapons! Fang Sheng's eyes shone slightly, and he was eager to fight. At first he wanted to run, but where could he run? It's better to deal with this guy first, run out, and then come back to rescue Corell when the gladiators riot.