Three Hundred and Thirty Nine Broken Blade

The courtyard was used as an arena by Leif and Chamuyam.

Throwing away the broken shield and switching to dual wielding, Leif held the bayonet upside down with his left hand, and clenched the Uncrowned King with his right hand. He turned his wrist and lowered his body's center of gravity.

His posture is somewhat like an oriental horse stance, with half-bent knees shoulder-width apart, a muscular body leaning forward sharply, and his feet staggering and moving laterally around a circle.

This kind of pace gives him the power to pounce at any time, while the wide open arms make it difficult to tell whether he will use a bayonet or a Viking sword that cuts iron like mud in the next attack.

Chamuyam's posture is also similar, squatting halfway, moving sideways, and holding the wheel ax obliquely with both hands, which can be used for both chopping and chopping.

The two move clockwise, like boats involved in a vortex, approaching a common non-existent center.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

"Aw!"

Leif suddenly started, shouting the battle cry and stabbing the sword.

The might of the berserker could stir up the world, and Yingye's killing intent raged, squeezing the space and frightening the minds of the enemies.

But Chamuyam is not afraid.

He ignored the cold light that pierced his eye sockets, stared, and swung the wheel ax at Leif's head.

Leff's wingspan is slightly longer, and the length of the Uncrowned King is also slightly longer than that of the wheel axe. If this goes on, Chamuyam's eyeball must be pierced first, but before Leff kills the opponent, the ax will definitely be able to split Leif's skull.

So he twisted himself.

With one foot on the ground, the body twisted, and the stabbed sword swung out horizontally, and the heel of the sword blade was pressed against the ax blade with a bang.

The forearms of the two exploded at the same time, and after a moment of stalemate, Leif stabbed the bayonet towards Chamuyam's throat.

Chamuyam let go of one hand and pinched Leif's wrist, raising it up little by little? Pulling it away little by little.

The faces of the two were flushed? In the non-fancy wrestling, it was the Aztec obsidian blade warrior who was better.

Chamuyam laughed wildly? Laughed wildly? Leif suddenly kicked his legs and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

The wild laughter stopped abruptly? Chamuyam stepped back several steps.

Leif, who broke free from the shackles, approached, and the Uncrowned King lowered and raised? It was as fast as thunder.

clang!

Chamuyam blocked the attack with the face of the ax in embarrassment, and punched Leif with a backhand straight to the shoulder, knocking him back and interrupting his subsequent combo.

The offense and defense of the two sides reversed again.

Leif was thrown back by a punch? Chamuyam raised his ax high and jumped up?

The blade of the ax was approaching the top of his head in a blink of an eye, but Leif hadn't been able to stabilize his body.

His lower body was unstable and his left shoulder was in severe pain. Leff gritted his teeth and rolled over. Chamuyam struck the air with an axe, and the powerful and heavy attack hit the ground, and there was a bang, like a heavy hammer, smashing a huge dent in the soft grass.

The two separated by a distance of more than ten meters, and returned to the original movement? The original rhythm.

No one spoke.

Warriors disdain words, sharp blade and killing intent are the best words between them.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Both Leif and Chamuyam saw the cautiousness in the opponent's eyes at the same time, and at the same time they regarded caution as fear.

"I'll slit your throat!" / "I'll split your head!"

The two said in unison? Then they were furious at the same time?

"Aw!"

...

Black Beard pounced on him, his muscular body occupying most of the aisle, he swung his arms round, and slashed downwards with the jagged black blade. ,

His attack doesn't have too many outstanding advantages, it's probably fast enough, accurate enough, and powerful enough, compared to a layman, he's only superior in skill and decisiveness.

But Lorraine chose to avoid the unavoidable.

The aisle of the villa is very narrow, with rooms of unknown purpose on both sides, the limited width cannot withstand flexible maneuvering, nor can it display exquisite martial arts.

This kind of downward chop may not be the true level of Blackbeard. In such an environment, even Lorraine can't make too many changes when attacking.

Probably only Henna is suitable for this kind of battlefield...

Lorraine was thinking wildly, raised the thin sword and tried to block it.

Blocking the sound, Lorraine's face changed suddenly.

What he had in his hands was not the usual solid double swords, nor the umbrella sword carefully crafted for him by store manager Martini, but a thin sword with ornate decoration.

The shape of the slender sword is more masculine than the swift sword, and more inclined to actual combat than the swift sword, but in the final analysis, it is still a noble ceremonial sword.

Its material and shape may be suitable for noble duels that block family honor, but it is definitely not suitable for real swords and guns on the battlefield, and it is not suitable for such a battlefield that is extremely unfavorable to oneself. Monsters with strength and speed far superior to ordinary people.

It screams on collision!

A look of joy flashed across Heibeard's face, and the black blade was swung away, and he immediately pressed it down with his arms, twisting his body and making another stab.

His knife is fast and stable. With the addition of the thick and rough weapon and the narrow space, Lorraine has to resist and collide with every blow.

He's like a skilled blacksmith, unfortunately today's Lorraine is playing the anvil.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Blackbeard slashed down with a knife, and Lorraine swung his sword to block it again and again. Blackbeard's knife was fast and steady, as if forging iron, he used all his strength for each knife.

The force transmitted to Lorraine's palm was deflected.

After only seven or eight collisions with full force and full force, the force of the sword changed. Perhaps the blade tail hidden in the handle began to twist, or the handle in Lorraine's hand began to shatter. No matter what the reason was, This beautiful sword is not far from breaking.

Seeing that the conditions were ripe, Blackbeard grinned grinningly and took a half step back, switching from chopping to teasing.

The ferocious blades slanted across the aisle from bottom to top, Lorraine gritted his teeth and turned the long sword horizontally to meet him. As soon as the gold and iron met, the long sword made a crackling sound.

The sword is broken...

The slender sword body broke at the calyx, and the long blade flew out. The black blade tore at Lorraine's chest with an unmatched gale. At a critical moment, Lorraine tapped Blackbeard's thick blade with the remaining gauntlet, and at the moment the trajectory of the swing was raised, the whole person fell against the wind. Scratching the sawtooth and falling to the ground.

Boom!

Unprotected, he fell onto the blood-soaked carpet, endured the pain from his back and turned over hastily, dodging Blackbeard's follow-up knife.

That knife almost wanted to split Lorraine.

The knife was missed, and the fangs on the blade were deeply embedded in the depression of the carpet. Lorraine felt the whole floor tremble, and Blackbeard didn't even pull out the knife, maintaining the slashing posture straight away. Crosscut towards Lorraine who rolled to the side.

No time to think at all!

Lorraine continued to turn over, freed his right hand and raised his arm to punch.

The handle that was still hanging in the palm of his hand was regarded as a weapon similar to a copper-knuckle tiger, and it was heavily smashed on the flickering edge.

Gold and iron clash!

The strength of a fighter cannot be separated from the foundation of the lower body, and Lorraine lying on the ground has no foundation at all. His counterattack could only barely avoid the end of being cut in the middle. The huge force returned sent him flying, smashed the door with a bang, and fell into the spacious room.

He hit the ground heavily, spouting blood mist with a puff. Before the blood mist dissipated, he had already got up, leaned against the wall in two or three steps, and never let his body be exposed outside the window.

Blackbeard walked in with a knife in his hand, and seeing Lorraine's vigilance, he couldn't help showing appreciation.

"It seems that no matter how fierce the battle is, you can't forget the god of death outside the house."

"It's not surprising, Your Highness, because you only have one life." Lorraine wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the shadow of the bell tower in the dark night outside the window, "You have an impressive hunter. 350-meter ammunition It’s true, this achievement will probably make some pretentious little thing depressed for a long time.”

"Pretentious little thing?"

Blackbeard repeated it suspiciously, seeing that Lorraine had no intention of explaining, he graciously let the topic go.

He slammed the knife on the ground and turned the blade towards Lorraine.

"You have great power." He praised in a critical tone, "Great power and extraordinary skills. But with Nacien outside, you still cannot escape death today."

"Really?" Lorraine threw away the shattered gauntlet, pinched his shoulder and moved his numb arm. "The good news is that Kentucky can't shoot through brick walls, so I should still have a chance to resist."

"Stubbornly resisting with empty hands?"

"It's better than sitting still, isn't it?"

"That's true." Blackbeard nodded in agreement, nodded, and put the black blade back on his shoulder again, "Since you have no intention of surrendering... just die!"

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