The courtyard was used as a battlefield by Leif and Chamuyam.

Abandoning the broken shield and switching to dual wielding, Leif held the bayonet in his left hand, and the uncrowned king in his right hand, turning his wrists to lower the center of gravity of his body.

His posture is a bit like an eastern horse stance, with his half-bent knees shoulder-width apart, his sturdy body leaning forward sharply, and his feet staggered and moved horizontally around the circle.

Such a pace gives him the power to pounce at any time, and his wide 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 similar, half squatting, moving horizontally, holding the wheel axe diagonally with both hands, which can either split or chop.

The two moved clockwise, like a flat boat caught in a whirlpool, approaching around a common non-existent center.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

"Wow!"

Leif started suddenly, shouting his battle cry and stabbing his sword out.

The power of the berserker can stir the world, and the wild killing intent rages, squeezing the space, and shocking the enemy's mind.

But Chamuyam was not afraid.

He didn't care about the cold light piercing his eye sockets, staring at him, and swinging the axe against Leif's head.

Leif’s arm span is slightly longer, and the length of the Uncrowned King is slightly longer than that of the wheel axe. If this continues, Chamuyam’s eyeballs must have been pierced first, but before Leif kills the opponent, the axe must be able to split. Leif's skull.

So he twisted his body.

A foot stepped firmly, the body twisted, the pierced sword swung out horizontally, and with a bang, the root of the sword blade was pressed against the axe blade.

The forearms of the two of them swelled at the same time, and there was a stalemate for a moment, and Leif stabbed a bayonet into Chamuyam's throat.

Chamuyam loosened a hand and pinched Leif's wrist, raising it little by little? Pulling it away little by little.

The faces of the two were flushed? In the non-fancy fighting, it was the Obsidian Blade Warrior of Aztec who was even better.

Chamuyam laughed wildly? Laughing wildly? Leif kicked his legs suddenly and kicked his belly.

The laughter came to an abrupt end? Chamuyam stepped back several steps. Leif, who broke loose from the shackles, bullied him closer, and the uncrowned king hung up and flirted with thunder and lightning.

clang!

Chamuyam embarrassedly blocked the offensive with his axe face, and hit Leif with a backhand punch, knocking him back and interrupting his next combo.

The offense and defense of both sides reversed again.

Leif was smashed backwards by a punch? Chamuyam raised his axe and jumped up? High, smashed down in the air like a thunder.

Axe was near the top of his head in a blink of an eye, but Leif could not stabilize his figure.

The bottom plate was unstable and his left shoulder was severely painful. Leif gritted his teeth and rolled over in a short stature. Chamuyam smashed into the air with an axe? A heavy attack hit the ground, with a bang? Like a heavy hammer, he smashed a huge pit in the soft grass.

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

No one spoke.

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

The eyes are facing each other.

Leif and Chamuyam saw the caution in the eyes of their opponents at the same time? They coincidentally took caution as fear.

"I will cut your throat!"/"I will cut your head!"

The two said in unison? Then at the same time furious? Pounced and attacked.

"Wow!"

...

Blackbeard rushed forward, his sturdy body squeezed most of the aisle, his arms rounded, and the jagged black blade slashed under his head. ,

His attack didn't have many merits, probably fast enough, accurate enough, and powerful enough. Compared with a layman, he was only skillful and decisive.

But Lorraine was unavoidable.

The walkway of the villa is very narrow, with rooms of unknown purpose on both sides. The limited width cannot withstand flexible movements, nor can it use sophisticated martial arts.

Such a slash might not be the true level of Blackbeard. In such an environment, even Lorraine couldn't make much change when attacking.

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

Lorraine thought wildly, raising his thin sword and struggling to block it.

With a sound, Lorraine's face changed suddenly.

What he has in his hand is not the usual solid double sword, nor the umbrella sword carefully crafted for him by the manager of Martini, but a thin sword with gorgeous decoration.

The shape of the thin sword is more masculine than the Swift Sword, and more practical than the Swift Sword, but in the final analysis, it is still a noble ceremonial sword.

Its material and shape may be suitable for those noble duels that block the honor of the family, but it is definitely not suitable for the battlefield of real swords and guns, and it is not suitable for the battlefield that is extremely unfavorable to yourself, facing the black beard. The power and speed are far better than ordinary monsters.

It wailed in the collision!

A beam of joy flashed on Blackbeard's face, and the Black Blade was swung away, and he immediately pressed it with his arm, and twisted his body with another knife.

His sword is fast and steady, and with the thick and rough weapon and the small space bonus, Lorraine must resist and collide with every blow.

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

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Blackbeard swiped the knife and slashed it down, and Lorraine swung his sword back and forth to block it. Blackbeard's knives were fast and steady, and each knife used its full strength like a hammer.

The force transmitted to Lorraine's palm was deflected.

After only seven or eight full and full collisions, the force of the sword changed. Perhaps the blade tail hidden in the grip began to twist, or the grip in Lorraine's hand began to crack, no matter what the reason, This beautiful sword is not far from the break.

Seeing that the conditions were ripe, the black beard smiled and backed away half a step, changing to a slap in the face.

The ferocious tooth blade slanted across the aisle from bottom to top. Lorraine gritted his teeth and turned the long sword horizontally to greet him. As soon as the gold and iron crossed, the long sword slammed.

The sword is broken...

The slender blade broke at the calyx, and the long blade flew out. The black blade tore to Lorraine’s chest with an unparalleled gale. At the moment of crisis, Lorrain used the remaining handguard to beat the broad blade of Blackbeard. The moment he raised the slashing trajectory, the whole person fell into the wind. Wiping jagged and fell to the ground.

Bang!

He fell unprotected on the blood-soaked carpet, endured the pain from his back and quickly turned over, avoiding the mending knife followed by Blackbeard.

That knife almost wanted to smash Lorraine.

The mending knife failed, and the fangs on the blade were deeply embedded in the depression of the carpet. Lorraine felt that the entire floor was trembling, and Blackbeard had omitted even the action of drawing the knife, and kept the slashing posture straight, taking a step. Cut across towards Lorraine who rolled to the side.

There is no time to think!

Lorraine continued to roll over, freeing his right hand and raising his fist.

The grip that was still hanging on the palm of the hand was used as a weapon similar to a copper-finger tiger, and it was heavily smashed against the shimmering blade of cold light.

Fight with gold and iron!

The strength of the warrior is inseparable from the foundation of the bottom wall, while Lorraine lying on the ground has no foundation at all. His counterattack could barely avoid the ending of being cut off. The huge force that came back shook him up, smashed the door of the room with a bang, and fell into the spacious room.

He hit the ground hard, spurting blood mist with a puff. Before the blood mist had dissipated, he had climbed up and pressed against the wall in three or two steps, never letting his body be exposed outside the window.

Blackbeard walked in with a knife and couldn't help but admire Lorraine's guard.

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

"It's not surprising, Your Highness, because there is only one life." Lorraine wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the dull and flameless shadow of the bell tower in the night outside the window. "You have an impressive hunter. 350-meter bomb No frills, this achievement will probably depress some pretentious little thing for a long time ~ lightnovelpub.net~ pretentious little thing?"

Blackbeard repeated it in a puzzled manner. Seeing that Lorraine didn't mean to explain, he graciously let go of the topic.

He rested the knife heavily on the ground and turned the blade towards Lorraine.

"You have immense power." He admired in a commentary, "the power is immense and the skills are extraordinary. But with Nacion outside, you still cannot escape today."

"Really?" Lorraine dropped the broken handguard and squeezed his shoulder to move his numb arm. "The good news is that Kentucky can't shoot through a brick wall, so I should still have a chance to resist."

"Resistant empty-handed?"

"It's better than just waiting to die, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Blackbeard nodded in agreement, nodded, and put Black Blade back on his shoulders again, "Since you have no intention of surrendering... just die!"

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