Chapter 248： 3 swordsman

Guina held knives in both hands and watched Mr.1 quickly rush towards her.

"Do you think you can block my attack with a knife?"

"Even a swordsman of the second sword style, I don't know how many I killed!"

"Huh...block? Why block!"

Guina put on a starting pose: "You guy with blades all over, is more exaggerated than some idiot green algae head. The more knives, the stronger?"

"It's no wonder the big brother said that quick cutting of the fruit is not for me..."

"One heart, one mind, one swordsmanship is my path to be a swordsman!"

"One sword flow, breaking the waves!"

In the realm of "cutting iron", cutting through the mighty power of a huge wave, Guina slashed out, and her figure crossed with Mr.1.

"puff--"

The sound of blood splattering came, accompanied by a miserable grunt: "How...maybe..."

"Jian Hao's logo,'Slashing Iron', haven't you heard of it?"

Guina turned around and looked at Mr.1 who fell to the ground: "There are so many swordsmen on this sea. Your so-called swordsman can't beat you. How blindly confident you are!"

Mr.1 spouted a mouthful of blood and laughed miserably: "It turns out... so..."

"I'm such a... idiot!"

Before fainting, he faintly heard the screams of his partner, Miss.'s fingers.

"Are you... also defeated?"

...

Miss.'s **** infer Guina's strength through Dasqi's swordsmanship. Before she could open her mouth to remind, she saw that her partner, Mr.1, who is known as the strongest agent besides Mr.0, had been cut by Guina. beat!

"..."

Miss. With cold sweat on both fingers, Mr.1 was defeated so fast? !

"The outcome is undecided, is there still time to distract?"

Da Siqi yelled coldly, swung the knife away from Miss.'s two-finger spikes, and charged a knife!

"Zhan Shiyu!"

The agitated Miss. recovered with both fingers, it was too late to block the knife!

"Puff--"

The blood flew quickly, Da Siqi turned around with the knife and watched Miss.'s fingers fell weakly.

"Justice is not self-proclaimed..."

"To protect the country you have conquered is to practice justice!"

"Good job, Da Siqi!"

Guina walked over and slapped Dasqi: "Your progress is so fast, and you are getting closer and closer to "Slashing Iron"!"

"Thanks to Lieutenant General Wright and my sister for your teaching-even Cavendish, it has greatly helped my swordsmanship progress."

Da Siqi smiled embarrassedly: "Cavendish is a swordsman genius like her sister. Compared with you, I am too far behind, and I can only catch up!"

"Ha! Don't belittle yourself, hard work is more important than talent!"

"That guy Cavendish, I saw your dumbfounded look for the first time, and now I want to laugh!"

Guina took out the Hailou stone handcuffs, handcuffed the two enemies, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Haha...Isn't it because my sister hit him so hard!"

Da Siqi smiled and put the knife into its sheath, and looked at the tortoise car that was waiting for a while: "Should we pick up Cavendish?"

"Let him find a way, this car is too small, it can hold four people at most."

...

In the port city of Canola, the battle between Cavendish and Mr. 2-von Kray is also coming to an end.

"So, you dead ladyboy is enough for this son!"

Cavendish attacked furiously, but in front of Mr.2's weird "shemale fist"...

"Ah~ this son is handsome~ really lonely~"

A sigh came from the opposite side of Cavendish, making his scalp numb.

The tip of Durandall's sword suddenly stopped in front of Mr.2, and Cavendish's right hand holding the sword trembled: "You...you..."

It was his own face that appeared in front of Cavendish!

"Such a handsome me... actually have two?!"

"This... how dazzling is this!"

Cavendish was intoxicated.

"Shemale Fist: Memoirs of That Summer!"

Mr.2 flew into the air and kicked out with a roundabout kick. Cavendish woke up in shock and hurriedly swung his sword to block.

"Ahahahahaha! Narcissistic brother, it's impossible for you to shoot a sword against your beautiful face, right?"

Mr.2 laughed exaggeratedly: "The slave's **** boxing method is not just a physical blow!"

"Walk around! Let the slave house solve you!"

"Shemale Fist: 320,000 laps in a big round of kicks!"

"Ding ding ding ding -"

A series of collisions sounded, and Cavendish, who was still in a trance, struggled to resist the continuous attacks of the opponent.

"...This is what Lieutenant General Wright said, a double blow to body and mind? Damn..."

Cavendish's eyes were blurred: "Ah... my charm is really irresistible, I am obsessed with myself..."

"No, right!"

Shaking his head to wake up quickly, Cavendish promised to attack.

"Sword Swan Lake!"

Intensive kicks and swords collided, Cavendish's eyes flickered.

"My son is a genius! You have used this trick so many times... Couldn't my son find your flaws yet?!"

"Wow hahaha! How could the slave's **** boxing technique be broken... alas!"

Mr.2, who was spinning violently, let out a scream, and Cavendish slashed to the side of the waist:

"You! How can you see through the abilities of the slave family!?"

"Huh...you can't be like this young man when you use the **** boxing technique...this young man is a swordsman, you still have to change back to the main body to contend with you!"

Cavendish looked at Mr.2's panicked face and pointed forward with the sword: "Do you think your left hand touching your face is very hidden? My son can see it clearly!"

"Ah...what? The slaves can't hear anything..."

Mr.2 was hit, sweating and deceiving himself.

"What if you find out! Don't think you are a swordsman slave and be afraid of you!"

Mr.2 quickly recovered from the blow and raised his swan neck and toes:

"Shemale Fist-Burst Swan Dance!"

"White Horse!"

Cavendish let out a cold cry, his long golden hair wafting in the wind, his pupils seemed to have double pupils, his eyes became cold and sharp, and the whole person's breath became sharp and striking:

"Sword·Blue Bird!"

The scream of the long sword piercing the air sounded, and the two figures crossed over, and a burst of blood came out of Mr.2's body and slowly fell to the ground.

"...You actually... haven't used all your strength..."

"You won...Kill me! Anyway, the slave house will be liquidated by the organization... It's better to die in your hands!"

"Hmph, I don't need to use this state, after all... that means that my swordsmanship has not beaten you!"

Cavendish retracted his sword with a slight dissatisfaction: "Why, in such a hurry to die?"

"It's just a ladyboy... you're pretty open-minded."

"The Nujia is proud of being a ladyboy!"

Mr.2 struggled to sit up showed a miserable smile:

"Whether you deviate from the way of a man or the way of a woman, it is the way of being a person if you don't go beyond your duty!"

"..."

Cavendish shook his head, took out the Hailou stone handcuffs, and handcuffed Mr.2:

"The way to be a person? First of all, you must be a good person..."

"To realize the ideal in a way that hurts civilians, what does it mean to not go beyond the duty?"

After all, this son was also a prince...

If my son’s kingdom suffers damage from a country thief like you, even if it has to pay the price of popularity damage...

My son will kill you by all means!