Chapter 365

"Dang --!"

The collision of the blade excited dazzling sparks, and the guard Knight's face was expressionless. The memory once flowed into his mind like fragments, and his ears seemed to think of the words of fascism again.

"Do you know why the sword of oath must deprive you of your name and your identity?

Because this oath is not a knight, or even a burden that a person can bear; this is the mission from the Holy Cross. When you make this oath, it means that your destiny is maintained in your mission.

You are not waving your sword for yourself, but for the Holy Cross.

Bearing this oath, you are carrying out the will of the Holy Cross, which is invincible;

So you are invincible! "

Suddenly opened his eyes, and fanaticism flashed from the corners of the guard Knight's eyes like a flame.

At the moment of sliding and dodging, the black haired wizard trembled suddenly!

The guard knight in front of him waved the blade more and more violently and gradually lost the rules. He was as crazy and desperate as a waking fierce beast. He rushed at himself, used all his strength to chop and wave the long sword full of broken mouths.

No matter how you dodge and retreat, it's useless to dodge with all your strength. The guard Knights bite themselves and refuse to let go. The distance between the two sides is always limited to three steps. If you hesitate, the sword wind like a storm will come!

If the distance cannot be opened, then the power of the fire of Turin must be limited to a very low level, otherwise there is a risk of destruction, and the battle of melting pot proved that the damage of that power is useless at all;

In the same way, he couldn't use the "force impact" in the extreme killing distance within three steps - before he raised his hand, the long secret silver sword that could cut off steel would tear his left arm into a piece of rotten meat!

In the sword edge dance, Loren can only parry again and again with the bright silver in his hand. The sparks of collision, interweaving and splashing are fleeting and flashing again and again in the snowstorm!

The gray blue sword awn kept sliding from the sword ridge, leaving wounds on the guard Knight again and again, but none of them was the key, and the other party didn't mean to dodge, and the gushing plasma couldn't stop his pace.

It's no use going on like this. We must change our strategy!

The other party has seen through his skills and means, and he will not work hard with him. The trick of melting pot town can't be used for the second time. Loren doesn't believe that he can be fooled again.

Sure enough, the best way to deal with wizards is to close the distance, and then constantly make a breakthrough without giving any breathing time within three steps

In the fight, Lauren, who did not forget to laugh at himself, pulled the corners of his mouth and blocked the long sword stabbing into his cheek with a horizontal split. The cracked sword awn bounced off the sword tip of the guard knight, but it was only for a moment... In the blink of an eye, the fierce sword wind burst into his chest like substance.

Wait, a moment?

Yes, the essence of "bright silver" is not the so-called metal weapon. It is not the essence. It is more appropriate to say that it is an explosion - so if you want to block your own attack, the other party must use more power, and there will be a moment of "weightlessness" due to inertia when bouncing away.

This is impossible to avoid, and it is bound to be more obvious because of the strength.

For a moment, it's just blinking.

The sword wind roared, and the crazy guard Knight's eyes were red. It was like a storm approaching Loren. Within three steps, the feeling of death was colder than the snowstorm!

The expressionless Lorraine instinctively blocked and kept looking for opportunities in each other's eyes - the rampant guard knight was full of flaws from head to foot, but the stormy sword wind would cut himself to pieces at the moment of his success.

The so-called blocking, blocking and dodging are just simple to say; But when a fierce and fearless beast rushes towards you with a sharp blade, that's another matter;

This is a paradox. If you can attack the other party, it proves that the other party can also attack you. The final outcome must be to die together; Loren was convinced that the guard knight in front of him would be happy to do so.

But he doesn't want to!

The gray blue sword awned head-on, and the crazy guard Knight didn't mean to dodge. He took a horizontal split with his sword in both hands, and the cold blade tore the air and swept the black haired wizard's neck.

The biting cold approached, almost making Loren think his neck had been cut off!

"Dang --!"

The violent impact sound, the gray blue light beam wiped from the ridge of the sword, and the explosive inertia missed the track of the long sword; The guard knight could not resist this force, and the blade was swung away.

Here comes the chance!

Loren released his right hand and snapped his fingers gently in the other party's line of sight. The guard Knight whose pupils contracted suddenly didn't mean to stop at all.

But this time is not "Turin fire" or "force impact".

Just a small, hovering spell

The frigid guard Knight noticed the impact of his wrist. The long sword had been completely biased in an unconscious moment. Even if it was only for a moment, he had an empty door open!

Yes, a moment is enough

Loren clenched the bright silver hilt with both hands, and the spitting gray blue sword was like a burning spear, stabbing it straight to the chest of the guard knight.

Who's going back this time?!

It's too late to parry. If you dodge, your neck will be cut off by the sword... But the guard Knight didn't choose any one. Instead, he rushed at his sword and grabbed the bounced blade and swept forward:

"Ah, ah --!!!"

The guard Knight roared with all his strength. The black haired wizard who felt the biting sword wind narrowed his eyes into a seam. At that moment, he squatted down, the bright silver stabbed was split, and the gray blue sword was aimed at the guard Knight's right arm.

Stagger, turn, Dodge, wield a sword!

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, recalling the black haired Wizards of the moves of the morning star Forest Elves, it seems that even time is still in the blink of an eye.

When the guard Knight's sword fell, the expressionless Loren had stood five steps behind him.

"Poof --!"

The sound of torn flesh and tendons came from the guard Knight's right arm with gushing plasma.

The icy guard Knight's expression was distorted in an instant. He turned and stared at the figure of the black haired wizard. His right arm, dyed red, was still holding a long sword full of broken mouths in his hand.

But that doesn't make any sense... The muscles may be torn to barely support, but if even the tendons are broken, you can't lift the sword anyway.

A knight lost his right hand to wield his sword. He was not afraid.

The black haired wizard didn't mean to come forward again. The bright silver in his hand also took back his waist, and looked calmly at the guard Knight five steps away from him.

The expression was like a winner looking at a loser.

"Loren Turin, do you think you've won..." the guard Knight's face was dark and shouted enthusiastically:

"Do you think it's over?!"

"No, I didn't think so." the dark haired wizard gasped quietly. Just now he felt bad:

"It's over."

"No, it's not over yet. It won't end like this!"

The long sword full of broken mouth was inserted into the ice and snow under his feet. The guard Knight half kneeling on the ground held the sword handle with his only left hand, and the enthusiasm in his eyes did not diminish:

"My Lord, please give me the humble redemption, please allow me to fight for you

Let the glory of the Holy Cross shine on us again -!!!! "

Pull out the long sword, the guard knight who sings loudly stood up again, waved the long sword in his hand and recklessly charged the black haired wizard close at hand!

Standing in place, Loren didn't mean to dodge at all. There was a trace of admiration reflected in the pupils of each other's figure.

No matter how disgusting they are to the church, such people can't be annoying

Raise your right hand slightly, and the red Rune floats in your palm again - from the beginning, Loren's strategy is to keep both sides apart enough. This is not a warehouse in melting pot town. As long as you are outside a safe distance, you don't have to worry about the "Turin fire" affecting you.

So it's really over

Flames gushed out of the palm, and the golden red beam flashed through the snowstorm.

In an instant, countless flames burst beside the guard Knight!