"What are you talking so vulgar or not, we have to be more elegant."
Just as Rozim tried to appease the other party, a series of darts shot at Dogo from all directions, which scared him so much that he quickly grabbed the axe and swung the block, and shot down all the sharp blades. This move immediately ushered in a burst of cheers and whistles, and even the hostess of the arena moved slightly.
Then she turned around and threw a charming look at Rozim. Rozim also smiled and waved his hand, and then muttered:
"This time I have prepared the exclusive secret medicine for the imperial guards of Terra. I love a firewood! I will definitely make you a little slut look good!"
At this moment, cheers suddenly burst out. Rozim looked into the arena and saw a charming figure holding the long iron chain in both hands, swaying from one end of the arena to the sky in the sky in a swing.
Then she let go of her hand and gently landed on a rising square pillar in the arena like an elegant brain cat. Not only under her feet, but also under Dogo's feet became a slowly rising pillar, and the terrain of the entire arena was changing drastically.
Part of the sunken ground began to spew out flames, like craters that burst out from one after another, dyed the inside of the arena red. At the same time, there were spikes, poison pits, and shaking sharp blades... Various mechanisms that could kill people were all over the bottom of the columns, and there were only nine columns, and more than a dozen small round rods were the only channel connecting them. You can find that these round rods were fixed to the columns by metal anchors, and if they stepped on them, they would rotate.
"Hold!"
Rozim and Dogo cursed at the same time. They could imagine there were tricks in the arena, but they didn't expect so many tricks.
The most popular Bishop of the arena is as sexy as ever, with very little fabric on his body and not even wearing shoes. His snow-white feet were on the cold rock pillars. Some traces of battle could be seen on his shoulders and abdomen. His long hair was fixed with the bones of the defeated man and daggers. There were two daggers, a whip, and... a pair of scissors hanging on his waist.
Although the Cold-blooded Arena has not introduced Lucai, the hostess of the arena went to inquire. She knew that for Lucai, a beard is equivalent to life, and being cut off is more terrible than death, so she arranged this to force Dogo to fight to the end.
"Little Short Dun, we have to have fun today. I hope you don't have that short in other aspects."
After giggling with her fingers, Bishop Wu Ling began to move. Although her steps seemed to be idle and lazy, in fact, every tendon in her body was tense to the extreme, and she could attack quickly with just a slight movement of wind and wind, whether it was the slight friction of her feet on the stone surface, a fleeting cold light, or an invisible movement in the air.
When she walked on the smooth round pole, she was like walking on the flat ground, without any effect, and the round pole didn't even slide a millimeter.
Dogo's face was solemn, holding the axe tightly. Although he was careless on weekdays and looked down on Ada, Dogo knew very well that they must be dangerous enemies, at least in terms of speed—
Suddenly, a black ball rose in the center of the arena, and then a dazzling strong light suddenly burst out, and Bishop Wu Ling disappeared immediately.
"What a nonsense! You guys whores are not fair at all!"
Dogo was shaken by a glance, immediately cursed loudly, and instead locked his opponent's position by relying on his perception.
The breeze hit the door, and Dogo immediately raised the battle axe. Wu Ling was forced to turn her hand back. She immediately stepped out and kicked Dogo's axe away, and another foot was stamped on his face, but she didn't use much force because she had to retract her legs immediately, otherwise she would be cut off.
The two retreated at the same time, Dogo seemed a little embarrassed, while Bishop Wuling was light in movement, like silk rolled up by the wind.
But Wu Ling frowned, then raised his right leg backward, and used a small piece of fabric left on his body to wipe the position of his toes, where there was some mucus.
"nausea!"
"Damn I haven't said your feet are smelly yet!"
Dogo rubbed his nose, the only one he had just been attacked was this place, but Rozim in the stand booed:
"Hey, it's so cheap!"
But before he finished speaking, Bishop Wu Ling's blade suddenly poked out, as fast as the beak of a heron.
Dogo quickly blocked, but the opponent was very fast and his attack was extremely fierce. The sharp blade whip whipped the air like a poisonous snake, forcing Dogo to spin like a gyro. The scene immediately caused a burst of cheers and laughter.
Although Dogo's axe is very powerful, Bishop Wuling seems to be able to accurately estimate the length of his weapon and always keep himself at a distance that the axe cannot reach.
Dogo had to fight and retreat until he landed on the nearest round pole.
"Fuck!"
When the round rod under his feet began to rotate slightly, Dogo's face showed obvious panic. Although he was trying to adjust the center of gravity, he still kept shaking left and right. The winch composed of dozens of sharp blades under his feet was spinning rapidly, eagerly waiting for any life that fell into his mouth.
"Come on, short till, let me cut a piece of my beard and we can continue to beat it."
Seeing Dogo shaking, Bishop Wu Ling's heavy makeup face showed arrogant satisfaction. She took off the scissors from her waist, turned her fingers around, and stood on the edge of the stone pillar and looked at Dogo.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, Dogo slid and almost fell. He had no choice but to hold the round pole and the axe fell down.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing Dogo's embarrassing appearance, Bishop Wu Ling couldn't help laughing, and then walked up to the round pole with his scissors.
"Ah, how about short tummy beards for socks?"
Just as she was about to squat down in front of Dogo and cut off his beard, Dogo suddenly grinned and let go of his hand - one hand.
"What!"
Bishop Wu Ling reacted very quickly and immediately realized something was wrong. But as she raised her head, the axe rose from below, rubbed her forehead and cut off part of her hair.
It turned out that Dogo had a nearly transparent safety rope tied to his axe. This was something he bought at the Eternal Court market. It came from the shop of the Arakan tribe. It was not only tough and ductile, but also difficult to find. So when he threw the axe, he was actually connected to his hand. He was waiting for the moment when the witch spirit relaxed, but unfortunately it was a little bit short of it.
Dogo easily flipped up from the round pole. At this time, he couldn't see any unstable appearance when he stepped on it. He was obviously pretending just now, and then grabbed Wu Ling's hair falling from the air.
"Hmph! This thing is only worthy of damn Rozim for underwear!"
After touching a drop of blood on her forehead, Bishop Wu Ling's expression became a little distorted. Then her hand shook and the blade whip turned into a scimitar.