Chapter 340

The courtyard was used as a arena by Lev and chamuyam.

Discard the broken shield and switch to double holding. Lev holds the bayonet in his left hand and the uncrowned king in his right hand. He spins his wrist and lowers the center of gravity of his body.

His posture is somewhat like the horse step in the East. His half bent knees are the same width as his shoulders. His strong body leans forward sharply, and his feet move crosswise around the circle.

Such a pace gives him the power to attack at any time, while his wide arms make it difficult to tell whether he will use a bayonet or an iron like mud Viking sword in the next attack.

Chamuyam's posture is also similar. He squats half, moves horizontally, and raises the wheel axe obliquely with both hands. He can chop or cut.

They move clockwise, like a boat involved in a vortex, approaching around the common nonexistent circle center.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters

"Ow!"

Leff suddenly started and rushed out with a sword piercing the battle horn.

The power of crazy soldiers can stir the world. The killing of Yingye is rampant, squeezing the space and frightening the enemy's mind.

But chamuyam was happy.

Ignoring the cold piercing into the eye socket, he stared and waved a chopping axe on Lev's head.

Leff's arms are slightly longer, and the length of the uncrowned king is also slightly longer than the wheel axe. If this goes on, chamoyam's eyeball must be stabbed first, but before Leff kills his opponent, the axe must be able to split Leff's skull.

So he twisted his body.

Step on it with one foot, twist the body, swing the stabbed sword horizontally, and bang the root of the blade against the axe blade.

Their forearms burst up at the same time. After a standoff for a moment, Lev stabbed a bayonet at chamuyam's throat.

Chamuyam released one hand, held Leff's wrist, raised it bit by bit, and pulled it apart bit by bit.

The faces of the two turned red. In the no fancy struggle, Aztec's Obsidian blade warrior was even better.

Chamuyam laughed wildly, laughing wildly, and LEV suddenly kicked his leg and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

The wild laughter stopped suddenly, and chamuyam stepped back several steps. The uncrowned king lowered his head and lifted it up, fast as thunder and fast as electricity.

Dang!

Chamuyam blocked the attack with his axe face, hit Lev on the shoulder with a backhand, beat him back and interrupted his next combo.

The attack and defense of both sides reversed again.

Leff was hit backwards by a punch, and chamoyam jumped up with his axe high in the air.

The axe blade was close to the top of his head, but Lev couldn't stabilize his figure.

The footwall was unstable and his left shoulder was in sharp pain. Lev bit his teeth and rolled over. Chamuyam hit the ground with a powerful axe, and with a roar, he hit a huge pit in the soft grass like a heavy hammer.

The two separated again for more than ten meters and returned to the initial action and rhythm.

No one spoke.

Fierce men disdain words. Sharp blade and killing intention are the best words between them.

Four eyes are opposite.

Leff and chamuyam saw the prudence in the eyes of their opponents at the same time, and they both regarded prudence as fear.

"I'll cut your throat!" "I'll cut your head!"

The two said in unison, and then got angry, pounced and attacked at the same time.

"Ow!"

……

Blackbeard rushed up, his strong body occupied most of the aisle, swung his arm round, and the serrated black blade hit his head

His attack doesn't have many advantages to circle. It's probably fast, accurate and powerful enough. Compared with laymen, he only wins in skill and decisiveness.

But Lorraine can't avoid it.

The walkway of the villa is very narrow. There are rooms on both sides that do not know their purpose. The limited width can not stand the flexible movement and can not display the exquisite martial arts.

Such a downward split may not be the real level of Blackbeard. In such an environment, even Lorraine can't make much changes when attacking.

Probably only Haina is suitable for this battlefield

Lorraine was thinking and raised his thin sword to fight.

Lorraine's face changed suddenly.

What he has in his hand is not the usual solid double knives, nor the umbrella sword carefully made by the store manager Martini for him, but a finely decorated thin body sword.

The shape of thin body sword is more masculine than swift sword, and more inclined to actual combat than swift sword, but in the final analysis, it is still an aristocratic instrument sword.

Its material and shape may be suitable for those noble duels blocked with family honor, but it is definitely not suitable for the battlefield with real knives and guns, and it is not suitable for facing monsters whose strength and speed are far better than ordinary people in this extremely unfavorable battlefield.

It whines in the collision!

Black beard's face flashed a happy look, and the black blade was swung away. He immediately pressed it with his arm and twisted his body. There was another knife in front of him.

His knife is fast and stable. With the addition of thick and thick weapons and narrow space, Lorraine must resist and collide with each blow.

He is like a skilled blacksmith. Unfortunately, today's Lorraine is playing an anvil.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!

The black beard swung his knife and chopped it down again and again. Lorraine waved his sword and blocked it again and again. Blackbeard's knife was fast and steady. It was like striking iron. Every knife tried its best.

The force transmitted to Lorraine's palm is deflecting.

Just seven or eight times of full strength and full strength collision, 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 break. No matter what the reason, this beautiful sword is not far from breaking.

Seeing that the conditions were ripe, Blackbeard smiled grimly, retreated half a step and changed splitting to lifting.

The ferocious tooth blade tilted across the aisle from bottom to top. Lorraine bit his teeth and turned the long sword horizontally. As soon as the metal and iron were handed over, the long sword made a click.

The sword is broken

The slender sword body broke at the calyx, and the long blade flew out. Black blade tore at Lorraine's chest with unparalleled strong wind. At the moment of crisis, Lorraine knocked on Blackbeard's broad blade with residual protective hands. At the moment of raising the swing track, the whole person fell down against the wind, wiped the sawtooth and fell to the ground.

Boom!

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

The knife almost wanted to break Lorraine.

When the mending knife failed, the tusks on the blade were deeply embedded in the depression of the carpet. Lorraine felt that the whole floor was shaking, while Blackbeard omitted the action of drawing the knife. He kept the chopping posture and cut across Lorraine rolling to the side step by step.

There is no time to think!

Lorraine continued to turn over, liberated his right hand, raised his arm and waved his fist.

The grip still hung in the palm of the hand was used as a weapon similar to the copper finger tiger and hit the cold shining blade heavily.

Gold and iron!

The strength of soldiers is inseparable from the foundation of the footwall, and Lorraine lying on the ground has no foundation at all. His counterattack could only barely avoid the end of being cut off by the waist. The huge force fed back shook him up, smashed the door and fell into the spacious room.

He hit the ground heavily and puffed out a blood mist. Before the blood fog dispersed, he had climbed up and leaned against the wall in three or two steps, never letting his body hide in the window.

Blackbeard came in with a knife and couldn't help admiring Lorraine's alert.

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

"It's not surprising, your highness, because there's only one life." Lorraine wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and glanced at the dark shadow of the bell tower outside the window. "You have an impressive hunting soldier. 350 meters of bullets hit without miss. This achievement will probably make some pretentious little thing depressed for a long time."

"Pretentious little thing?"

Blackbeard repeated it suspiciously. Seeing that Lorraine didn't explain, he spared the topic generously.

He slammed the knife to 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 nasion outside, you still can't escape death today."

"Really?" Lorraine threw away her broken hand guard, pinched her shoulder and moved her numb arm. "The good news is that Kentucky can't shoot through the brick wall, so I should still have a chance to fight."

"Resistance with empty hands?"

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

"That's true." Blackbeard nodded, nodded, and carried the black blade back to his shoulder. "Since you have no intention of surrender... Die!"